This was a world of magic. Although there were no modern machines, the production efficiency of magic was not low at all.
In the past, mages were lofty figures who never considered using magic for production, but now that he was here, he would naturally put this powerful productivity to good use.
Even having the noble vampires raise pigs was something Li De had done, what else was there he wouldn't dare to attempt?
"Yes, Patriarch," Harrison accepted the order immediately.
Li De's will was the direction in which all of Dawn City advanced. Never mind building running water, if he decided to build a ship in the middle of Dawn City, no one would dare to object.
With the dwarves having joined, the Construction Department was now well-staffed and strong, so there was no fear they wouldn't be able to produce a plan.
Back when they were first constructing Dawn City, they were extremely short of skilled people. Li De had even considered going back to Earth to hire a professional design institute to draw him up some blueprints.
But in the end, he abandoned the idea. Earth's design capability was beyond question, but the things designed there might not fit this world.
For example, large creatures, magic, differences in materials.
These were things Earth's designers couldn't account for. Even if Li De explained them, they wouldn't have any detailed data to use as the design basis, and even a minor error could cause huge problems.
So he gave up on Earth's established design institutes and chose instead to build the Construction Department step by step himself.
Though it was much slower this way, at least every structure designed by the Construction Department matched the laws of Glory. At the very least, they wouldn't be factoring cement into their materials list.
Now that the dwarves had arrived, the Construction Department, which had previously been just a couple of cats and a few small fish, had instantly grown robust.
Dwarves loved forging weapons and mining ore. After countless years of this work, their skill in construction was also quite advanced, because if they failed to build proper mine shafts, they'd be the first ones to die.
Unlike the cyclopes, dwarves did not have such powerful physiques.
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Broken Sword Knight stared solemnly at the cross-shaped longsword driven deep into the ground before him. The intense aura of Light radiating from it left him both moved and deeply shocked.
Especially after seeing the attributes, his heart began to race wildly.
Damn it, this was a Divine Artifact!!
Holy Light Sword
Quality: Legendary ★★★
Properties: ???
Description: This is a legendary holy sword forged to seal the Undead Monarch who once ravaged the Glory Main Plane. It is filled with sacred brilliance.
As a veteran high-level player, Broken Sword Knight's greatest passion was studying and cracking every game.
The sudden appearance of Glory had felt to him like a priceless treasure.
This game was too real, so real that countless times he believed he had actually transmigrated to another world, and he even produced all kinds of materials to argue the point.
Later, he discovered that whenever he posted these theories to the forums, they would mysteriously disappear. With his intelligence, he instantly realized something was amiss. When he searched online, he found no similar speculation anywhere.
It made no sense. A few years ago, a game claiming 70% realism had already sparked a frenzy of players insisting it was another world.
So how could this game, countless times more real than that one, have no one discussing such ideas?
Broken Sword Knight sensed the strangeness within. After he continued to post a few similar threads only for them to be instantly buried, he knew he must have touched on some secret.
But rather than scaring him off, this only made him more interested in this so-called game.
In any case, he didn't have much time left. Why shouldn't he spend a few more days playing before the cancer cells spread completely?
Broken Sword Knight stopped posting and plunged headlong into the game.
A veteran was indeed a veteran, his gaming abilities were far beyond those of ordinary players.
With his powerful skill in deciphering quests, Broken Sword Knight quickly made a name for himself in the royal capital of the Radiant Empire. In just a short time, he had built up considerable reputation. Many mercenary companies even took the initiative to extend invitations to him.
But Broken Sword Knight had no interest in these low-level mercenary groups and kept taking on interesting quests.
Just like that, when he had assumed he wouldn't be encountering any high-end quests at this stage, he accidentally discovered a skeleton in the sewers during a mission.
At first, he hadn't paid any attention, corpses were an everyday sight in this city.
But just as he was about to leave, that skeleton actually opened its mouth and called out to stop him.
Only then did Broken Sword Knight realize this must be a legendary undead being. Intrigued, he stepped forward to converse with the skeleton.
And the skeleton, for its part, seemed rather friendly toward him and gave him a very simple task: to find a corpse so it could transfer its Soul Fire.
As an experienced player, Broken Sword Knight was keenly aware that something extraordinary was hidden within this. He immediately fulfilled the undead's request perfectly.
Afterward, he earned the undead's trust, and it began assigning him more tasks.
In this way, over the course of an entire month, Broken Sword Knight completed hundreds of missions for this undead, and finally learned the truth, that this undead was in fact an escapee from the Undead Plane.
And its goal was to break the seal that had bound the Undead Monarch for one hundred thousand years, to bring the realm of death back to the Glory Main Plane.
The reason it had chosen him was that he carried a dense aura of death.
Broken Sword Knight was shaken to his core, because his cancer really was in the terminal stage. He was just one step from death's door.
Once again, he felt the uncanny depth of this game, and he couldn't wait to join in the mission to liberate the Undead Monarch.
He even felt that perhaps in this game he might find a way to cure his cancer.
Although this notion was laughable, he couldn't help but feel it was true.
This hope drove him to give everything he had, at any cost.