Players in the Eyes of the Natives

Players in the Eyes of the Natives: Hope Island.

Over the next few days, the island moved from clearing the Ruins into reconstruction.

The massive pit and broken roads left behind by the Ten-Thousand-Bone Giant had mostly been filled in. One of the busiest people these days was Mike Long.

Hope Island currently had only one earth-element class holder—him. Nearly all the road-compacting work fell on his shoulders.

An area that would normally require dozens of citizens to tamp down repeatedly for half a day only needed him to stand in the center and activate a skill. Vast stretches of loose soil would rapidly sink and compress into solid ground capable of supporting buildings. His efficiency was so high that Edmund was reluctant to let him go.

The price was that Mike Long had his mana drained dry almost every day.

Once the final planned road had finally been compacted, Mike Long rolled his eyes back and passed out on the spot.

The nearby citizens were startled and hurried over to catch him.

Lying on the ground, Mike Long said weakly, "Don't help me up... Let me lie here for a while."

Over these past few days, he had thoroughly experienced it: using skills for infrastructure really was cheating, but the cost of cheating was that he was about to be used up like construction equipment.

The first phase of the main roads had all been completed.

The major roads from the docks to the central city district, from the residential district to the commercial street, and from the workshop district to the storage district had been connected. Although many buildings along the routes had yet to begin construction, convoys carrying Wood and stone no longer had to detour around the Ruins.

Once the roads were finished, Edmund immediately redirected