Charice, meanwhile, sat within a large, dignified office, staring at a large pile of neatly sorted documents in his hands. With a considerable, proud smile, he placed them on the fresh wooden table beneath him.
He took a deep breath. The table still smelled of forests and grass, but Charice had already grown used to it. The soft plush of the carpet beneath him would have been comfortable, but alas, his feet were hovering just above it.
Taking a glance around, he couldn't help but feel important, but also small compared to the grandeur around him.
The room itself was large, stretching ten meters into the air. Well lit and sparkling with white marble walls framed with wooden beams. The reason for its scale was simple: It was once a shrine, and it still is, in a way.
To Charice's left was a hole in the ceiling from which flowed a perpetual stream of a thick blue liquid in a laminar flow into several wooden half-circles extending from the marble wall, eventually flowing down into a singular large pool, spilling over a stone statue of a praying, nondescript figure similar to Charice in size and shape.
To his right was a similar scene, but instead of blue streams, a crimson liquid crawled down carved cracks in the walls, haphazardly turning and snaking down into a pool with a similar statue.
Behind Charice loomed a pair of lapis, redstone, and onyx black scales that were as tall as the room itself. One bowl was filled with the red liquid, a drop occasionally falling from the ceiling, while the other was filled with the blue liquid, a drop falling to maintain balance with the crimson one.
Taking this in, Charice sighed and focused back on his masterpiece.
In front of him was no mere documentation; it was a constitution.
The constitution of the August Maximar Republic. Forged in his very own hands, it was an imperfect, haphazard mess of legislation meant to get the city off the ground more than anything else.
He also made sure to rename the city; its new name was Maximar, named after his beloved, of course.
It also contained punishments for the most common crimes, with Charice ensuring extreme consequences for crimes he... Detested.
"Uuu, my back hurts..." Charice whined as he stretched, a satisfying crack echoing in the room. He was glad to wear such loose clothing, as it helped keep him awake and refreshed.
"We don't have pens, so I had to write with a feather and ink... It's a good thing I don't need to pee or anything like that anymore, either, considering the toilets are... Ew..."
Engineering, luckily, could be covered by his subjects. Not to mention, a part of Charice was aching to know how the people of this world solved the dilemmas that would, in the future, lay the groundwork for modern civilization.
'Oh, woe is me... I wish I could just loogle it... I can't get a chatbot to write a constitution, too... Or the laws... Or... Just... Damn it...!'
Still, though, Charice wouldn't dare use the internet for this. These were the foundations of a nation, the basis of thousands of lives, births, and deaths; it stressed him beyond description, and he had spent many sleepless nights fearing for his subjects.
The only silver lining was that the language was written and spoken English, just as it was in the game, so he could communicate with relative ease.
"Thank Gosh I had the Paragons to help me... They were all so willing to head out and oversee the different parts of the city, too... Maybe I should make something for them? I think I could make a Minister position or something and give them more benefits..."
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