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I'm the King Of Technology

Author here; Please make sure to check out my other book! Thank you all for tuning in..... English is my second language... so I promise to try my best. Again, the first few chapters may seem slow, but trust me, everything will fall into place. there's a reason for everything. Discord: https://discord.gg/5Fk75rXXRj Oh... and be sure to check out my other books; •Help!: I Think My System Is Trying To Kill Me! •In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park... & •Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? You can also visit my website for more books: Well, now back to the synopsis. ............... . Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment. His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire. Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system "So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society" . Author-san: the book is a bit fast paced. But it be really be worth it. so just give it a try and you might be surprised.

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Rewards?

Like so, many worked hard to clear the path. Thanks to the strange Baymardian equipment, they could scan what the front insides of the cave looked like, seeing where it started and how much soil had to be removed before reaching the cave's mouth. 

Of course, the volunteers and everyone else working didn't know how the Baymardians knew so much. 

All in all, the city provided 40 barrels of black powder, which was strategically placed across several hard-to-dig areas. 

And soon... 

BOOM!

The hardened soil was softened, with chunks flying into the air. 

The air was cold, but everyone was feeling hot. 

With how rigorous their job was, the work sweaters they wore at the start were already causing their armpits to soak. 

Some even took off their sweaters, drowning their faces with water from their bottles. 

Tsk. 

It was times like these that they prayed for rain. Not heavy rain, but light drizzling rain.