Reborn in the Survival Adventure Game

The village had changed.

Houses stretched across the once-empty fields. Smoke rose from a dozen chimneys. Children laughed, goblins trained with wooden swords, and people shouted over each other in the market. The guild was packed every day. Even the new training area had trouble fitting all the young adventurers.

It was good.

But also crowded.

"Hey, Caelen," Garin said, pulling off his muddy boots as he entered the workshop. "We're running out of space."

Caelen looked up from a bundle of maps. "Already?"

"Yeah. Even with the new rows of houses, we're pushing into the east farms. And if we keep growing..."

"We'll need more land."

Caelen sighed and rubbed his neck. "I'll talk to Zira. But in the meantime, I've got another plan. There's still room underground."

Garin raised a brow. "We're going deeper?"

Caelen smiled.