Time passed unnoticed. In the blink of an eye, a full two months had passed since Ang's breathtaking battle with the lizardman.
The aftershocks of that victory still stirred in many hearts, but in Ang's eyes, the battle had already become a thing of the past.
What now lay before him was the grand blueprint of World City, gradually taking shape.
This new city, rising around the World Tree, had grown from its initial rudimentary form.
Into a basic framework spanning fifty kilometers, an achievement that was practically miraculous.
Massive city walls wound along the circular foundations, like an enormous dragon guarding the land.
Roads were being paved one after another throughout the city, while craftsmen and Earth Magic users labored day and night without rest.
Dust, stone, spells, and sweat intertwined, making the pulse of life in this city distinctly palpable.
Ang stood atop the high walls of the Lord's Mansion, gazing at the gradually emerging districts, unable to suppress the satisfaction rising in his heart.
"One more month, and World City will be completely finished." He muttered to himself, filled with both ambition and a heavy sense of responsibility.
To build a city of this scale, he had expended an enormous amount of manpower and resources.
Even with his current strength and prestige, there were still many doubts and undercurrents behind the scenes.
But facts spoke louder than words. The results before their eyes were the best possible answer.
The rules for living in the city had long since been announced—first-tier residents had to pay, while Second-tier experts could reside for free; any children under sixteen who belonged to his faction could live here happily without charge.
Such a policy made many ordinary people yearn for the place.
Although the vast majority of commoners still could not afford