Days past, massive fortresses and buildings rose high above from the ground.
Massive pillars dotted the entire construction site that if ever one toppled over, the rest would casually follow suit, creating gigantic domino's that would flatten the ground.
During those times, while Bah Long was away and Roy was healing from his earlier slaughter of soldiers, countless refugees had came flooding onto the village, thousands came like a massive tsunami crashing onto a seawall.
The population on the village reached more than ten thousand people, manpower grew, progress doubled, supplies were consumed at an alarming rate.
Then suddenly, a figure came into view across the distance, Roy strolled casually onto the busy streets, his hands inside his pockets, his presence radiated authority of a misplaced official who doesn't care about composure or formality.
Behind him followed a long line of women, dressed in flowing white robes like a parade of entourage, and behind their backs 'altar servers" were written in straight structures.
These women are the same women who were taken as hostages by the southerners, when Roy came to their rescue, they had thought that a powerful swordsman has arrived, a human, not a demon, not a reincarnated legendary figure, but a man.
Yet when they heard that the person who freed them wasn't actually a man, but turned out to be a true, living God, manifested in flesh and bone.
Doubts lingered across their face, but experience overthrew any hesitation.
They had seen him vanish like thin air, they had seen him slice through armor like butter, they had seen him charge onto forests of spears and swords head on.
With that memory, understanding dawned on them, all doubts vanished almost instantly after realization.
After arriving at the village, a large city of enormous cylindrical-shaped metal towers appeared into view, and among them large slices of meat, and a jungle of strange vegetables and fruits.
With that, all the remaining hesitation simply died out.
They had joined the Holy Ministry afterwards, devoting their lives solely on servitude for Roy.
Roy didn't hesitate to establish the Holy Ministry even the slightest, thinking that it was only some kind of Ministry that could help govern the village, but turns out it was not a government faction at all, but a religious group which it's sole purpose was to follow him around everywhere.
To make things worse, all members consists of women.
Only Roy has the opposite gender, turning a government faction into a legal harem.
It was completely...awkward, but all he could do is stay silent, for even a God cannot took back his words.
After a long, considerable amount of awkward silence, one of the Altar Servers nodded to the women on the back, as if communicating while maintaining the awkward atmosphere.
One girl sped up her pace, slowly, cautiously closig the distance between and her and Roy.
It was the girl who approached Roy to establish the Holy Ministry, Yom Euni.
She clasped her hands behind her back, maintained a distance at exactly one step away from Roy.
"Gettings, Lord Zudra," the girl said, her voice sweet and delicate, as if thinking that her tone would persuade even the Gods themselves.
She continued her discussion, her voice gentle but carried the tone of a curiosity that is impossible to contain.
"Back when Lord Zudra came to save us, He has chopped down five hundred men like cutting down weeds. We are curious of how powerful Lord Zudra is."
Roy immediately felt interest in the girls question.
But those memory stirred unease into his heart. He can picture that image clearly, vividly, more detailed than any painter could, he still remember the bloodshed, the screams of men who were in the brink of death, the terrified expressions that would made other people hesitate.
Just as his mind flew away from the brutal memory, Yom Euni spoke again, cutting his daze and made him snapped back to reality.
A wide smirk appeared on his face, the kind of smirk that mischievous children wore when they thought of something troublesome to do.
"Assemble the villagers around the fields," Roy said, his lips curved slightly like an evil grin," I will show you just how powrful i am."
The women ran excitedly, they dashed off as soon as those words left Roy's mouth.
Taking the moment, Roy strode toward the mirror's entrance, his pace quickened like someone who remembered being late has a terrible punishment.
He exited the mirror, went inside his bedroom, grabbed his laptop and started editing, the kind of editing highschool students do when making a presentation, crude, low-quality, unimpressive, the kind who doesn't care about aesthetics and only cares about the fact that they made something.
Inside the mirror, villagers and refugees gathered at a wide field, the grassland stretched several kilometers long, like a canvas that got accidentally splattered with green paint.
When they heard that Lord Zudra was going to show his power, they immediately stopped what they were doing and sprinted onto the fields, men who worked dropped their hammers and chisels, the women who were washing on the river dropped their clothes and let the river took them downstream, thousands of ragged figures flooded toward the open grasslands, tightly compressed, the kind of which even breathing would be difficult.
Hours past, the people who were gathering outside the village were starting to feel exhausted, standing for hours on the open fields made their legs numb, some people were already seating onto nearby logs and rocks, some even went home and grabbed chairs, the people were really starting to feel impatient.
At the same time, Roy finished his "low-quality presentation", a wide grin appeared on his face, something mischievous was visible on that smile.
Time to show off.
He muttered silently.
The people were already starting to turn their heads in disappointment, but before they could leave, A massive black mirror descended from the sky, spliting the surrounding clouds into a clean, wide ring that encircled the screen.