Magically Moulded from a New Beginning - Chapter 4: Goblin nest

Everyone in the entire imperial capital city B knows that, in recent months, there has been a fortune-telling stall with a sky-high pedigree.
Break the marriage, control the universe; talk about misfortune and good fortune, test the secrets of the sky; comment on the eight characters, change the way of luck… simply say that you are alive, you will not die, say that you are dead, you don’t want to live!
The reason why anyone with a head and a face knows it is because the head and face naturally feel that the magic stick cannot be placed on the table and cannot be seen.
However, the wind has changed recently. It is said that the famous Bai family of the Junhong family has sought a famous magic stick for the youngest son of the sick jar!
Unexpectedly, the magic stick was very pretentious and deadly, and only said one sentence.
“I miss him, unless I marry him. Otherwise, within three months, he will surely die!”
So, the whole emperor was in an uproar.

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James, a brilliant mechanical engineer and passionate history enthusiast, loses his life in a tragic house fire—only to find himself in a mysterious world as the ruler of an island nation. Armed with his modern knowledge and unwavering ambition, James embarks on a bold mission to industrialize his kingdom and build an empire on which the sun never sets.

“Success is a shallow foundation built on luck and circumstance. Failure, accumulated and stacked like endless bodies in a mass grave, forges the deepest roots into unshakable power. I know all this about power with surety as all I had were countless failures. After all, I am Vakochev, and I set the very Scales of Existence. This... is my story. Existence, is my Story.”---In the brutal Lands of Stone, where mountains move and beasts devour civilizations whole, power is the only currency that matters.Damian Vakochev was once a prince to a glorious power, but he was stripped of that power, family, and everything he held dear as he was left with a shattered foundation.In an age where tribes war for scraps and Neolithic Empires crush all who oppose them, where ancient beasts roam territories older than memory and Mana flows through the Lands of Stone like blood through veins, where Warriors reinforced by Mana who could go against entire armies and Primal Beasts could devour entire mountains, Damian looks upon it all and asks...why?Who said things had to be the way they were? Who decided what power truly was?Why could he not stand over the tallest mountain and declare exactly what power was as he saw fit?!Why did he have to follow the set path of cultivation? Why were others born with Land and Sky Physiques while he was not? What prevented him setting up his own rules and his own paths?!

“You need my help, Tesoro. You choose. A marriage with me or be torn apart by them” His voice was cool as though this wasn't a matter of life or death.I didn't want this life. My father had gambled a lot and left me with a lot of enemies and now I needed the help of Don Vincenzo LaRosa who was my high school bully and now the Don of the most powerful mafia family in Italy if I was going to survive it.It was just a marriage of convenience but I realized something. He wasn't helping me out of a good heart. I had been sold without my permission to him. I was the mafia's pawn.