Konrad Curze entered this game full of ambition, determined to prove something. In the end, the report from New Nostramo's first year made the Night Lord's face turn incomparably dark.
Make no mistake—after being tempered in another world, he was already a qualified ruler, even one who could be called a wise monarch for the ages. Not everyone could create a completely equal utopia the way he had. However, this was not another world.
Konrad Curze stared hard at the report. As he read on, his expression grew darker and darker.
Floods. No harvest at all. The farmers' entire year of labor had all gone down the drain.
The economy had been hit hard. Officials submitted report after report from across the realm, saying the people everywhere could barely survive. In some remote regions, even the armies had mutinied because they could not obtain enough food rations.
However, this was still not the worst of it. In this mode, Konrad Curze existed as an ordinary man. He did not have the superhuman physical constitution of a Primarch, and he too would age, fall ill, and die—while his lifespan was seventy years.
Becoming king at twenty and reigning for seventy years already made him an extremely long-lived king. But Konrad Curze still felt it was not enough.
If he wanted to turn this kingdom into what he envisioned, seventy years was absolutely not enough.
Without hesitation, he began vigorously developing the people's livelihood, focusing on solving the problem of food. Though he had entered the game with a mortal body, his mind was not mortal; the knowledge of the past still remained within it. Konrad Curze spent three years taking an unconventional path and heavily developing agricultural technology, finally allowing the common people to eat their fill three years after the