Translator: AnubisTL
After consulting with David, Jieming submitted his application for ownership of Golden Harbor.
As expected, given his exceptional contributions during the plane trial and the current state of the region as ruins, the application was quickly approved.
Without hesitation, Jieming used the space teleportation device at the Wizard Camp to reappear in the basement of the mansion he had meticulously modified.
In the secret chamber, the dying orc generals remained trapped in their cages, their faint breaths echoing clearly in the silent space.
Jieming cast a satisfied glance, confirming that his research subjects were well-preserved.
He hurried through the secret passage to reach the mansion's ground floor.
Though the city outside lay in ruins, the mansion remained exactly as he had left it—a pristine courtyard, buildings untouched by the war, and an air filled with the fresh scent of earth and the faint fragrance of plants.
This perfect preservation was entirely due to the tasks Jieming had assigned to the two silver-white automatons before his departure.
With their general-purpose design and ample power, maintaining the mansion was a trivial task for them.
Jieming stood in the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the mansion.
Yet when he stepped beyond the mansion's illusion magic and saw the devastation outside with his own eyes, he couldn't help but frown.
As far as the eye could see, the once-prosperous Golden Harbor had been reduced to a horrifying wasteland.
Charred timber, collapsed stone walls, shattered beams, and scorched earth—all silent witnesses to the brutality of war.
The air hung thick with dust and the stench of decay, and occasionally, unburied corpses could still be glimpsed.
Worst of all, vast patches of excrement littered Golden Harbor.
"Couldn't these orcs have shown a little more consideration for their surroundings while they were stationed here?" Jieming clicked his tongue, a flicker of disgust in his eyes.
He raised his hand, and the rune-imbued magical artifact materialized in his palm.
After this trial, Jieming had realized that focusing solely on elemental attacks or relying solely on pure energy bullets were both extremes.
Since he could create various types of magic with a little extra time, why not expand the range of spells the rune-imbued magical artifact could cast?
The rune-imbued magical artifact was a half-finished product created under these circumstances.
The artifact was inscribed with a spell primarily focused on shaping energy. While its offensive capabilities were weak, it proved remarkably useful in specific situations.
The rune-imbued magical artifact emitted a faint glow, and an invisible force radiated outward from its center in all directions.
"Activate!" Jieming murmured.
Rumble...
A terrifying sound erupted from his position and spread outward.
It wasn't the explosive roar of a blast, but rather a deep, rumbling boom akin to countless invisible giant hands instantly flattening the ruins and crushing all the rocks.
Within mere moments, the ruins within a radius of several hundred meters around him were completely leveled by the overwhelming force.
All the rubble and debris were pulverized into fine dust, then dispersed by invisible currents of qi, revealing the compacted earth beneath.
Jieming moved tirelessly through the ruins like a colossal bulldozer.
At each location, he activated the rune-imbued magical artifact, instantly flattening the surrounding ruins into a level plain.
In addition to the rune-imbued magical artifacts specifically designed for flattening terrain, Jieming also brought out several that could filter the air.
These artifacts were essentially based on a spell to neutralize toxic gases, but after Jieming slightly adjusted their power output, they completely eliminated the strange odors emanating from the ruined buildings, scorched earth, piles of excrement, and even the rotting matter buried beneath the rubble.
When these rune-imbued magical artifacts were activated simultaneously across the cleared area, a transparent barrier expanded outward, leaving only a gentle breeze and a refreshing scent within its confines.
As for the surrounding stench, Jieming simply needed to disperse it with a storm-type magic spell.
In just half a day, the sprawling ruins of Golden Harbor, which had once stretched for kilometers, were transformed into a vast, flat expanse of land.
The air was crisp and clean, the ground perfectly level, as if no city had ever existed there.
This land resembled a massive canvas awaiting its first brushstroke, waiting for Jieming's grand design.
After completing the cleanup, Jieming returned to the Wizard Camp and immediately used the camp's internal merit point system to purchase a series of essential infrastructure components.
With a wave of his hand, he acquired a basic life support package sufficient for tens of thousands of people.
This included high-energy compressed food sufficient to sustain the population for months, a continuously self-replenishing water-drawing array, corresponding medical supplies, and modular temporary housing.
These were standardized provisions prepared by the Wizard Camp for planar transformation and population resettlement. After countless years of use and refinement by wizards, they had become exceptionally efficient and practical.
Simultaneously, Jieming leveraged his alchemical knowledge to create a stockpile of basic tools from locally sourced materials.
From ordinary shovels and hoes to simple surveying instruments and transport vehicles, the vast quantity was enough to equip tens of thousands of people.
With all preparations complete, Jieming contacted David directly.
"Jieming, everything's ready," David's voice came through the communication rune, carrying a rare hint of ease. "The people have been delivered to the edge of the Golden Harbor area you designated. They're ready for reception at any time."
"Thank you for your efforts," Jieming replied with a faint smile.
He immediately went to the outskirts of Golden Harbor, where a massive wizard construct resembling a cargo airship hovered silently in mid-air.
Below the airship, countless massive hatches slowly opened, and groups of people began to emerge in orderly fashion.
This was a massive crowd, numbering tens of thousands.
Most of them were young and strong commoners, with a normal gender ratio. Their expressions carried a hint of confusion and exhaustion, but their eyes showed little fear or resistance.
Jieming scanned the crowd and noticed the extreme diversity of their races.
In addition to the common humans, orcs, and dwarves, there were graceful elves and even some dark-skinned, crimson-eyed drow.
David emerged from the airship and looked at Jieming, explaining softly, "These individuals were carefully selected for their high genetic potential, making them suitable for subsequent transformation. They've already undergone preliminary modifications, including psychological conditioning and basic bloodline correction, to eliminate any innate tendencies incompatible with the norms of wizard civilization."
He pointed to the drow in the crowd, adding, "For example, the drow, a race inherently evil and deeply devoted to darkness, have had their thought patterns corrected by these transformation potions. They now think like ordinary people, free from extreme malevolent tendencies, making them easier to integrate into normal society."
Jieming nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with interest.
"After two more applications of the transformation potion, their descendants will be fully integrated into the human population of the wizard world," David continued. "Rest assured, I will deliver the remaining two batches of the potion in due course."
"No problem," Jieming replied.
After discussing logistical matters regarding the resettlement of the people, David handed his research notes to Jieming. After a brief review, David bowed gracefully and took his leave.
"Thank you for your assistance. I won't keep you any longer."
"It was merely a transaction. There's no need for gratitude."
Watching the airship depart into the high skies, Jieming turned his gaze to the vast expanse of land before him and the tens of thousands of "new residents" awaiting his command.
Without hesitation, he immediately deployed the modular housing units he had purchased, allowing the people to settle in.
Simultaneously, he distributed compressed food and water-drawing arrays to ensure their basic survival needs were met.
Once everyone had eaten their fill and settled in, Jieming issued his first command to several particularly resourceful mortals who had already undergone initial transformation:
"Gather all healthy laborers."
Soon, tens of thousands of young and middle-aged laborers were assembled, gazing blankly at the young wizard, awaiting his instructions.
Jieming wasn't skilled at public speaking, so he didn't paint them a grand vision of rebuilding the city. Instead, he issued his orders directly.
His voice, amplified by a spell, carried clearly to every ear.
"You will rebuild this place," Jieming said, pointing to the flattened earth. His tone was calm yet filled with unwavering resolve. "But what you will create is not merely a city."
Everyone held their breath, watching him with puzzled expressions.
"I need you to transform the entire Golden Harbor region into a vast garden!" Jieming's voice rose slightly.
The rune-imbued magical artifact in his hand flickered, and a luminous screen materialized before them, revealing a magnificent blueprint—not of steel and concrete, but of winding rivers, blooming flowers, verdant meadows, and countless magical research facilities hidden within.
He didn't want a city inhabited by mortals; he wanted a living, constantly evolving, living laboratory that could provide him with research materials and energy.
Though the tens of thousands of commoners couldn't comprehend the wizard's grand plan, under the wizard's overwhelming mental coercion and their post-transformation instinctual obedience, they harbored not a shred of doubt.
Having assigned the general tasks, Jieming, adhering to his principle of non-interference, ceased direct command. Instead, he sought out several master craftsmen skilled in construction and delegated the detailed task assignments to them.
Standing atop a hill, Jieming surveyed the scene before him.
Dense masses of figures swarmed around his mansion like ants, their movements radiating outward from the central hub.
This colossal garden would no longer merely be a paradise for plants; it would become a breeding ground for Mortal Dust Qi, a circulatory system for life energy, the cradle of elemental genesis, and the source of countless materials for his future endeavors.
Golden Harbor would cease to be Golden Harbor, transforming into Jieming's exclusive Golden Garden.
(End of the Chapter)
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