"This area is where the civilians will reside. It has all the basics you will need to survive and live a healthy lifestyle, as well as tools and equipment to start earning money. I've also created a carriage that can transport around 50 times as much material, so we can begin trade with the other kingdoms. " Zeddicus explained.
A member of the civilians spoke, "What do we have to offer the kingdoms here that will make them willing to trade with us? If we don't have an item they wish to buy off of us, we won't be able to make sufficient profit.."
Zeddicus held out his hand, and with a shine of light, a gem that gave off a heavenly aura appeared within his palms. "You see, I was waiting for you to ask this question. It will be this that we will be using to trade. We can simply claim that it can only be crafted in our kingdom, and it is technically true because I am the only one who could create this, and I also reside in our kingdom. It has the Power to remove all curses, as well as form an almost unbreakable armor."
"If we hand this out too much, we will surely lose profit since it's value will decrease, right?" Inquired the member. The other civilians also hummed in interest.
"That's why we're going to make it extremely expensive. Only extremely rich nobility will ever be able to even glance at this material. I also have another type of gem that can cleanse the body instantly, removing all signs of aging and granting clean skin. This way, other kingdoms will want to trade with us, and we can make believable profit.
"Then, Lord creator. We give you our eternal gratitude for setting this all up for us." The civilians began to walk off towards their new homes, but not before Zeddicus stopped the earlier member.
"What is your name? From now on I am giving you control over the civilians so you can maintain order." Zeddicus asked with eyes that showed inquiry.
"Girgrems, Lord creator. I shall do this task of yours with every ounce of my being!" Girgrems then ran off to handle the other civilians.
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{Astravos P.OV}
"Do any of you have combat experience?" Asked Astravos.
They all glanced at each other simultaneously before shaking their heads no. With this, Astravos simply gave a slight smirk. This was good for him, since now he could now use what his father had gave him.
"That's perfectly fine with me. My name is Astravos and I am the Creators son. I shall be the one who will partake in training you to be troops worthy of being under my fathers command. This training will be extremely rigorous, but you will be able to withstand it since father has built you differently than the civilians."
One of them raised their hand.
"How exactly were we built different sir?"
"I was just getting to that. Father has made it so you are more battle oriented than the civilians, altering your cellular structure so that you can adapt to any battle or combat situation. This will make it so you can withstand the rigorous training I am about to put you all through. Are you ready to become warriors befitting of wearing this kingdoms emblem? Are your ready to become troops worthy of serving under our creator?" Boomed Astravos, his eyes glowing a faint red.
"Yes, commander Astravos! They yelled in unison.
After a brief period of time, space rippled and they were all transported to broad plains of land by Astravos snapping his fingers. Dimensional Ripple is one of the strongest skills that Astravos possessed. He may use it to carry any entity into a special realm of his choosing, which can be made of lava or something more basic like a plain. He may also call out formidable creatures to attack anybody transported to the realities he has created. He can also disrupt and manipulate the time-space continuum by using the ability to exploit space to effectively "ripple" someone's body parts to numerous separate dimensions.
They were all looking around in interest before suddenly one of them shouted.
"There is a large group of unknown troops charging at us right now! Commander Astravos, what shall we do?"
"Your mission has a purpose, to develop your battle instinct directly. You will all band together to fight the large army of 900,000 troops charging towards us. Your goal is to protect the gemstone that I have put behind you. If one of them destroy it, you have failed. Do not worry, If you die you shall be revived by yours truly. The enemy is slightly stronger than you as to give you a challenge and to break your limits."
While the Zeddics gulped, they quickly got into whatever sloppy formation they could and ran at the enemy with all their might. While they might not now any trained combat, they are extremely adaptable, and after a couple hours of fighting they will be on the level of seasoned veterans. To better put this into perspective, 400 years of battle experience is gained within only two or three years with the Zeddic races extremely potent adaptability.
As the Zeddics and their enemy got closer and closer, Astravos started to ponder about how this battle-based race would develop in the future...