"Babylon has spent a long time spitting down at everyone else from its impregnable walls. It's boasted of the power of its army, the wealth of its treasuries, and the splendor of its beauties.
Will it be able to withstand the Barbarian Lord?
The beauties have already surrendered—now it's up to the rest of them!"
"A revolution is afoot in Sparta! And not just any revolution: an industrial revolution.
Water wheels and mechanical hammers have come to replace primitive labor. That means more ploughs in the fields and more arms for the soldiers.
After all, the enemy grows by the day, too."
"From each according to ability, to each according to U-credit! The slogan of Sparta!
'United points', the currency created by the guileful System. Lord Leo is building an inimitable just government, the only one around. Other Lords look upon him with anger and greed.
They aren't just looking, either: blades and spears sharpen behind his back, desperate to bring a stop to the glorious rampage of the Spartans across the new world."
"It's not enough to conquer—you've got to keep hold of what you conquered before.
The glory of Lord Leo's riches travels faster afield than his fearsome troops.
Wherever there's riches, there's coveters.
And not all of them are human."
"The System said: 'everything the sun touches is yours!' Lord Leo's a simple guy, so he took the System's word for it.
It's not for nothing that Major is running drills with the new recruits, Third is sharpening his trusty sapper shovel, and boar-riding Peter is digging the earth with a honed hoof.
More enemies? More to win!"
"More potatoes for the Potato Lord!
More workers for the potato plantations!
I have mastered the Mage, resisted Temptation, and even learned to brew my own System Cider. But soon the curtain between System zones will fall.
What waits behind it? People? People on boars?!"
"Planet Earth burns in nuclear flame.
But The System was kind and wise enough to transfer all its little humans into a new world.
Everyone has been granted a new name, a starting bonus, and a rousing kick up the backside.
Some got a sword, some a crown, and me . . .
A potato?!
How am I supposed to take over the world with this thing?
System, are you sure you're so kind and wise after all?"
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