The Rise of Millwal - Chapter 474: The Unexpected Return

When encountering demons, a young man with two horns on his head, red hair reaching his waist, and an extremely handsome appearance leads the demons to the front.

Youdou: Actually, I really don’t want to be a master of monsters. This profession is completely useless. My ideal is to become a magic stick…, bah, it’s to become a great onmyoji.

All the monsters: My lord, wake up, you are the leader of the monsters yourself!

- Description from novelbuddy

Steven awakens to a nightmare. Transported to a brutal medieval kingdom on a faraway world, he wakes up as Kivamus, the exiled third son of a Duke. Now he’s the newly made Baron of a crumbling village called Tiranat, in a bandit-ridden frontier located within untamed forests. Here, survival is a daily battle, resources are scarce, and technology is a distant dream. Yet, he sees potential where the villagers only see struggle. He dreams of using his knowledge to forge a new future for Tiranat, a future fueled by industry. But the path to progress is not going to be easy. Managing a starving village in the coming winter and navigating the cut-throat world of medieval nobility is just the beginning. This is a slow-progression kingdom-builder story, with a lot of focus on worldbuilding and eventually, industrialization and tech-uplifting. The story is going to be very, very long. Settle in for a slow-burn slice of life, where the journey is just as important as the destination. Welcome aboard!

The senior code farmer Luzhou who caught the wave of rebirth went back to 2010. Lu Zhou said that since the Big Three could not be strangled in the cradle, he would overtake at the corner of 2010 and make a counterattack.

There is always a dream, if it comes true.

This is a story of peace of mind.

This is the daily life of a code farmer.

This is a note of a young man’s illness.

Internet 2010, Luzhou’s 2010.

- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.