Chapter 1125
Everyone needed more and Anton was not enough by himself to help them all. He hadn’t intended to so heavily involve himself, and now he was taking on constant responsibility that allowed him little sleep. He’d asked for assistance from the Lower Realms Alliance, but to properly prepare a ship, plus travel time, could easily take half a year. More if they wanted people with the right training for uplifting every category of life.
Anton wondered how the Twisting Spike managed everything… but as he and others reviewed their records it became blindingly obvious. They didn’t. The sect did take some matters that personally affected them into their hands, but for the most part they were more harm than good.
It was actually Anton’s fault. Not that things were bad, but that he had so many problems come to him. It was his fault for actually sincerely asking people to come to him. And when people got a true sense of who he was, they believed him.
Prioritizing things was the most difficult part. Anything that involved someone actively dying was at the top. Anton had been able to suppress one hundred percent of assaults for the weeks he’d been running things, but he couldn’t stop people from being sick and preventing every accident was difficult. He could sense heightened tensions and flared energy, but actively paying attention to every movement of every object in a large city was impossible.
Short term, this was what people needed. Anton was doing his best to coordinate people to manage things, but unfortunately they didn’t all have the right mindset. Nobody wanted to be the cultivator who carried supplies from district to district at a rapid pace. Carrying stuff was for weak people, or to be done with carts. But sometimes, the most direct routes were over the completely unnecessary dividing walls between districts. If he could just…
No, tearing down walls wouldn’t help. He almost it, but there was nowhere for the rubble to go. There wasn’t space. They needed more space and more resources for the people. That was both the fault of previous overconfident individuals… and nobody. Or the upper realms for forcing the situation.
They had rock. Anton could carve out the ultra dense material, but teaching the locals how to do it themselves was better… and took time.
They had dirt, but not enough. That problem would eventually solve itself, but potentially in a disastrous manner with a population collapse. That wasn’t acceptable. But letting it naturally accumulate was too slow, and they might run out of carbon in their contained atmosphere and… there were so many issues.
It wasn’t like Anton carried dirt with him. Or rather, he didn’t carry much dirt with him. A few hundred cubic meters wasn’t going to be enough for a city. Where was he even going to get dirt?