Global Game: Developing a Knight Clan

"Hey, Vasily. So you’re leading a team here, too?"

"We’re here to calibrate the Magic Towers. After all, the humans of this world can’t figure this stuff out."

"Once this is all set up, I reckon we’ll still have to stay in this world for a while. After all, we’ll need to teach these humans how to properly use and calibrate the Magic Towers."

At that moment, in a city not far from Dawn City, two Giant Demons who had just met up were enjoying a rare, leisurely chat.

"My, how times have changed. This world used to be under our Empire’s rule, and humans were fit for nothing more than being slaves."

"And what happens? Now, look at them. The humans of this world actually managed to turn things around."

"Forget about ’turning things around.’ In any world, strength is what ultimately matters. Without it, you’ll just end up a slave all the same."

"Besides, from what I can see, that Dragon God has brought over plenty of races from his own world. Under these circumstances, it won’t be easy for these humans to escape their slave status. They shouldn’t even dream of it without several generations of struggle."

"Forget it. It’s useless for us to talk about this. This world isn’t a pasture for our Tobien Empire to farm anymore, so there’s no need for us to worry about it."

"Let’s just get on with our aid mission. As long as we get our contribution points from the Empire, that’s all that matters."

"That’s the truth. Without contribution points, even the sewer rats in the Empire will look down on you."

"..."

After they finished talking, the two supervising Giant Demons looked over at the newly constructed Magic Tower.

Just then, one of the Giant Demons spotted a familiar human in a Mage Robe approaching. He quickly went over to him and pressed:

"You’re finally here, you short human. Didn’t I tell you? I told you to request more High Tier Magic Crystals."

"So why did you come empty-handed? Don’t you know we’re about to calibrate this Magic Tower?"

"I’m not kidding. If the Magic Power Crystals aren’t pure enough, the tower will explode!"

"I’ve stressed this countless times. If the Magic Tower blows up, it’s not my responsibility. You better get that straight."

Faced with the Giant Demon "Engineer’s" accusations, the young Mage frowned and retorted:

"You think High Tier Magic Crystals are that easy to request? They all have to be centrally allocated by Dawn City. Just wait. It’ll only be two or three days at most."

"Wait? Do you have any idea how massive this project is?"

"Cities, towns, and even villages all across this world you now govern are demanding Magic Towers. This isn’t a job that can be done in a short amount of time."

"You may not be in a hurry, but we’re waiting to finish this project so we can go back to the Empire and rest."

"Rest? Can’t you rest anywhere? Why do you have to go back to your Empire?"

The Tier Two Mage, Mori, said irritably to the Giant Demon.

"Besides, you Tobien Giant Demons get a share of your so-called ’Empire contribution points’ for every Magic Tower you build for us. I bet you’re just in a mad rush to build more towers and get more of those points, aren’t you, big guy?"

When the Giant Demon Vasily heard what the human Mage said, he immediately sneered.

"So you know, yet you’re still not hurrying? What’s wrong with me earning Empire contribution points? Are you humans any different?"

"I recall one of you humans saying that during this grand construction project, those who perform well can earn a title of Nobility. What’s the matter, future Lord? Have you decided you don’t want to become a noble after all?"

The Giant Demon and the human locked eyes, falling silent for a long moment.

In the end, both of them softened their stance.

After all, the Giant Demon aid team and the Oakland Transcendents assigned to coordinate with them each had their own objectives.

Trading angry words was pointless.

Now that the entire Karte Continent was in the midst of a grand construction phase, it was mutually beneficial for the Giant Demons and the Transcendents to cooperate. There was nothing more to be said.

However, because construction was happening everywhere, the demand for resources was also exceptionally high.

Therefore, requesting resources—whether Magic Crystals, other materials, or labor—required going through multiple levels of approval.

This wasn’t just the case for this particular Giant Demon construction team.

Aid teams all across the continent were facing the same issue.

Thus, this scene was merely a microcosm of what was happening during this period of grand construction.

「Nearly a hundred days had passed since Lince’s arrival on the Karte Continent.」

And within those hundred-odd days, Lince had arranged all the initial affairs for Karte.

First, on the Oakland Continent, Divine Attendants dispatched by the God of Truth made contact with the various continental races.

Following that, the proposal to provide aid to the Karte Continent—including the subsequent establishment of various Religious Countries—was smoothly approved.

Consequently, the various races of the continent sent envoys to Dawn City to discuss with York the regions each would be primarily responsible for.

The central region of the Karte Continent, including Dawn City, fell under the responsibility of York, the future Master of the Empire.

As for the surrounding regions, the Western Realm was assigned to the Demon Beasts.

The Southern Realm was given to the Beastmen, who were naturally overjoyed.

After all, the Beastmen had endured many hard years in the Northern Realm of the Oakland Continent.

To be granted the fertile territory of the Southern Realm on the Karte Continent naturally made them ecstatic.

The Beastmen’s Behemoth Imperial Race was especially and profoundly grateful.

They pledged that the region of Beast God worship established on the Karte Continent would, from that day forward, follow the lead of the future Central Empire.

As for the Sea Race, it went without saying that the oceans were still allocated to them.

However, the Sea Race was forbidden from setting foot within five hundred nautical miles of the continent’s coastline.