Many Countries

"Will this be our territory from now on?" El reached out, feeling the wind brush past his fingers.

"Mamamama! Though it isn't recognized by the World Government, as long as we establish Many Countries here, this will be our territory." Lingling's eyes were filled with hope and anticipation for the future.

Then, a meeting belonging solely to Many Countries—attended by only three people—began aboard the Demon King.

Milim, Charlotte Lingling, and El sat around a large table.

Lingling was the first to stand and introduce the topic of the meeting.

"Now that we've reached our final destination, we should build houses for people to rest in as quickly as possible."

El nodded. "The Pirates we captured can be put to use. None of them are weak, so building houses should go quickly."

"Mm-hm, that's what I thought too." Milim nodded along from the side.

"Once the housing issue is settled, Many Countries needs enough people. There are some villagers on Spring Island right now, but there are too few of them to support the founding of a nation." Charlotte Lingling raised another issue.

"That's easy to solve too. We can look for kingdoms that have been raided by Pirates. There should be plenty of refugees there willing to come with us." El offered another solution.

"Mm-hm, exactly what I was thinking." Milim chimed in again.

"Third, although we can survive on fish from the sea for now, that isn't a long-term solution. We need a stable, lasting source of food." Charlotte Lingling pondered for a moment before raising another issue.

This problem stumped El as well. Getting food was easy enough, but securing a steady supply of it was no simple matter.

Spring Island had plenty of wasteland, but turning all of it into fertile farmland suitable for growing crops would be virtually impossible in the short term with only the Pirates they had brought.

Unless... El silently shifted his gaze to Milim. Seeing the look on El's face, Charlotte Lingling seemed to understand as well and turned her eyes toward Milim.

"Mm-hm, I was thinking the sa—" Milim had been about to repeat her usual line when she suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Looking up, she found the two of them staring straight at her.

Startled, Milim raised the juice in her hand in front of herself. "Why are you both staring at me like that?"

Lingling gradually moved behind Milim, grabbed her twin tails with both hands, lowered her head, and whispered into Milim's ear.

"Big Sister Milim, you don't want everyone to go hungry, do you?"

What kind of island-nation language was that? Lingling, you've gone bad.

Milim stared at Charlotte Lingling in disbelief!

Seeing Milim's expression as if to say, Lingling, you've changed, Lingling finally laughed.

"Alright, I'm done teasing you." Lingling released Milim's twin tails and looked at her excitedly. "Milim, help us reclaim the wasteland! With your abilities, you can definitely do it."

"None of us can do this. Only you can."

That last sentence instantly struck Milim's proud little heart.

"Since you're begging me like this, of course I won't let down your expectations." Milim gave a thumbs-up and flashed a confident smile.

"Sure enough, reclaiming wasteland is something only you can handle," El added.

The already immensely proud Milim practically had her nose in the air after hearing that.

While Milim was basking in self-satisfaction, Lingling and El slipped out of the meeting room.

When they reached the door, they bumped fists in unison.

"Beautiful teamwork!" ×2

After exchanging a glance, the two hurried off to deal with the first two issues.

Under Lingling's arrangements, the captured Pirates could only chop down trees miserably. They had to work ten hours a day, including meal times, before they could rest. Though they were fed morning, noon, and night, the Pirates, who had grown accustomed to freedom at sea, still found it deeply uncomfortable.

But they had no choice. They couldn't beat that monster-like woman, so they could only obediently work here.

These Pirates were all immensely strong. Though they didn't know how to build houses, some of the people Milim had brought did.

As time passed and one house after another rose from the ground, the Pirates somehow began to feel a sense of accomplishment.

It had not been long, but their bodies seemed to have already adapted to this kind of life. They had even picked up the habit of taking afternoon naps.

The human body was amazing, wasn't it?

On El's side, he began gathering the people from the surrounding villages and announced that Many Countries would soon be established, asking whether they wished to become citizens of Many Countries.

Though the villagers had initially been reluctant, they watched the earth shake in the distance, even seeing a small mountain collapse. Once they learned that joining Many Countries would grant them more fertile farmland, the villagers wisely followed their hearts. Unable to resist the temptation, they chose to join Many Countries.

Including the captured Pirates, Many Countries now had over a thousand people. In his previous life, a thousand people would probably have only counted as a village.

But here, a small country with over a thousand people was perfectly normal.

Compared with Lingling and El's smooth progress, Milim's side caused far more of a commotion.

Milim raced continuously across the land like a crimson meteor, every step smashing apart the wasteland beneath her feet.

The gale created by her sprinting swept up the soil, which Milim deliberately controlled to cover the land behind her again.

Whether trees, giant rocks, or even small hills stood in her way, Milim charged straight through them. She ran for three full days before turning over all the wasteland several times.

The once hard, difficult-to-farm wasteland became soft and loose.

If ordinary people had been tasked with reclaiming this land, they could not have finished it in one or two years. But who could have expected Milim to maintain that speed without slowing for three or four days?

In this world, where great power belonged to the individual, nothing a strong person accomplished was worth being surprised by.

Many Countries was soon established. Though it was a nation of just over a thousand people, its founding still left many deeply excited.

Some were captive Pirates who had eaten their fill and decided they no longer wanted to be Pirates. Others were villagers who had seen hope for the future. Of course, the most excited were the Home of the Lambs orphans who had followed behind Milim and witnessed the founding of Many Countries with their own eyes.

At this time, Charlotte Lingling officially became the first king—and queen—of Many Countries, responsible for setting its overall direction.

Milim also became the Guardian Deity of Many Countries, and her portrait even became the national flag! Her only responsibility was to protect Many Countries, though she could also voice her opinions in various meetings.

El naturally became the Prime Minister, responsible for managing all affairs within Many Countries.

Of course, among the Pirates in Many Countries were those who wanted to remain there forever, as well as those who still yearned for the sea and freedom.

However, under Milim's absolutely overwhelming violence, these Pirates temporarily kept their heads down, not daring to make any suspicious moves.

All in all, under Charlotte Lingling's management, Many Countries was developing in a positive direction.

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