The construction site exploded in a chaotic rythym.
Workers hauled large quantities of stones and logs, skins were darkened as sunlight dripped onto their faces and sweat poured down from their backs.
Blocks were packed tightly as an enormous section of the wall emerged, stretching several kilometers long, fifty meters high, and about fifteen meters thick, surpassing the very walls of the great walls of china in both sturdiness and effectiveness, yet not as legendary as it is.
Metals clang as it struck nails, timbers were rolled and delivered in constant motion, stones were lifted high above the ground and placed perfectly on empty sections of the wall as repetition have become a basic skill for laborers through years of bathing under the scorching sun.
However, one peculiar figure stood amidst the busy field, holding a hammer meant to strike molten metal rather than iron nails.
Sum Garp was meant to be a blacksmith, his profession belong to a burning furnace striking and hammering red-hot irons forging great swords and armor. Yet years of war and chaos ravaging the lands has forced him to ran across treacherous mountain terrains and end up working as a laborer.
The dignity that was lost was truly devastating, but survival was more important than pride.
Sum Garp let out a deep breath, he had already accepted the fact that he has now been reduced to a commoner doing hard labor for food, but just as he was driven away by melancholy, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance, followed by a long line of figures wearing bright, white robes.
After assembling the so-called army of the village, the sight of it nearly choked him to death.
No discipline, no proper formation, no uniformity.
Roy nearly dismissed the idea of recruiting soldiers and the establishment of the Military Ministry entirely, but thanks to Rak Mhan, most of the problems have now been solved...most
While Rak Mhan may be able to reshape them into proper soldiers, the army still lack weapons.
That idea struck Roy like a hammer, he definitely dislike being the one responsible for important matters such as governance, he had deliberately made an excuse, saying he has some "errands" to attend and shifted the responsibility to Bah Long.
Bah Long was appointed as the Minister of the Civil Ministry, as the son of the village chief, he gained some fundamental experience on how to be a leader, leading a village was no easy task, but leading something close to a city was something else entirely.
Bah Long felt his head being struck by a full-speedkng train, thankfully, he had found something or rather someone who can solve the problem.
He led Roy, the altar servers, and also various members of the Civil Ministry toward the construction site.
Bah Long saw Sum Garp not far, holding a hammer that was meant to forge rather than carpentry.
Bah Long waved a hand, calling out to Sum Garp as he lead Roy onto the busy field.
Sum Garp saw the procession and immediately dashed off to greet them.
He staggered slightly before dropping onto one knee.
Bah Long stepped in, a wide smile appeared on his face.
"This is Sum Garp," Bah Long said casually, "He is a well renowned blacksmith, I had heared of him from various villagers."
Roy studied the man kneeling before him, a faint trace of amusement visible on his face because now, he would no longer drown himself with the lack of weapons.
Sum Garp lifted his head and met Roy's gaze, he stammered, unable to speak clearly.
"I...uh...Lord Zudra...um..."
Sum Garps face flashed red, unable to construct a proper greeting.
He was one of the first refugees who had been to Roy's village, he have seen the Immortal Mansions descend from the sky, he had seen enormous meat and strange cylindrical objects fall onto the ground, he had heard how Roy massacred an entire army single"handedly.
To be precise, Sum Garp has long been a devout believer to Immortal Zudra, and now, here he is, speaking direcltly to the God face-to-face.
Before the man could speak another word, Roy immediately jumped in, wearing a sweet, gentle smile.
"Your name is Sum Garp, correct?" Roy said, his tone low and steady, almost casual.
Sum Garp nodded frantically that his head almost flew off.
"I highly need people like you," Roy continued, lifting the man slowly from the ground, "I want to you to build a workshop, there, you will forge armors and weapons for the army. But your effort will not be in vain, for i will personally reward you."
After hearing that, Sum Garp's eyes swelled with tears as he frantically tried to wipe them clean, sobbing loudly as tears and snot mixed together with dried sweat.
He did not expect he would gain the opportunity to become a proper blacksmith again, and even the chance to work directly under Lord Zudra himself, those facts finally broke any remaining restraint and began crying loudly on the field as his body slumped down onto the ground.
Roy's lips curved into a smile, the sweet, gentle smile of someone who felt genuinely happy and satisfied.
He then turned around and strode toward the distance, as his fading figure vanished onto the endless horizon, a blacksmith was still continuously crying on a construction site, like a misplaced official who suddenly got teleported away from his office and end up in a dirty, secluded place.
As the busy street of Roy's tiny village expand, more and more refugees has come pouring in from all directions.
News of the village traveled all across the surrounding mountains, delivered by Sor Sogon's men that were sent as scouts and bringing people in.
As the population grew, supplies were also consumed at an alarming speed, the earlier provisions given by the Immortal Zudra was now reduced to less than half, barely maintaining the tens of thousands of people living inside the strange mirror.