How To Survive A Calamity - Chapter 127: Blood Earth [6]

With one touch of the stone, Tyron receives his Class and his life changes forever.In an instant his bright and promising future as the scion of two powerful Slayers is torn apart and he must make a decision.Will he allow his Class to be purged from his soul, or will he cling to it, abandon all that he knows, and rise to power?

The scum Medicine God was banished to a savage other world, forced to undergo reformation!

The soul of Yan Mo, who had thoroughly offended the heavens, passed through to another world, not waking for long before realizing the cruel circumstances he was in.

He was hit unconscious by another person and carried back as winter food reserves.

The tribe that he was at was a super-Spartan type of primitive tribe.

The people here only cared about two things: Fighting strength! Fighting strength!

The former fighting strength is used on the battlefield, the latter fighting strength……

Checking illness? Chinese medical doctor? Drinking bitter dregs? What sort of toy is that? Are you conspiring to murder my tribe’s young warriors? Kill!

Growing wheat? Raising pigs and chicken? We’re warriors, not slaves! Kill!

Teaching women how to make clothes and cook? Making soap and perfume for them? ****, unexpectedly seducing the tribe’s women! Kill!

You say you’re god’s messenger? Come to guide us in the direction of a more beautiful life? Very good, give you one day’s period, go and subdue all of our enemies and turn them all into slaves to bring back. Impossible? Kill!

Yan Mo, “……”

- Description from novelupdates

Emperor Gabela: Imperial legions are unstoppable on land.

Great Orc Chief: All the warriors of the tribe can count as ten.

Jade Realm Elf King: The forest ranger has never missed a shot.

Chairman of the Horn Bay Alliance: The alliance fleet is the undisputed ruler of the sea.

A mysterious organization: The prophesied era will finally come.

Paul Grayman: I am not targeting anyone. Everyone here is rubbish.

Start the journey of guns and cannons crushing the low-magic plane…

(This is an old-fashioned story about climbing a technological tree in another world to farm for hegemony. The author has limited knowledge and may make some mistakes in technical details. Criticism and corrections are welcome)

- Description from novelbuddy

I killed the player.

He was one hell of a f*cker.