A month had passed since Riley first founded his camp, and in that short time, the once modest refuge had transformed into a thriving settlement teeming with life.
The number of inhabitants had already exceeded five thousand.
The vast plains that had once been empty were now filled with tents, houses, workshops, and cultivation fields.
Smoke rose from countless cooking fires, and the scent of food and sweat lingered in the air.
He got these people from the mortal world in his clan using the portal elder Adam had given him.
The cost of maintaining the portal was immense for most, but Riley could afford it easily—the treasures and resources he had looted from the evil sect were abundant beyond measure.
Spirit stones, rare metals, and enchanted relics filled his storage rings to the brim.
To him, wealth was no longer a concern.
The camp's wooden walls had long been replaced with towering stone barriers reinforced with spiritual arrays.
