The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1536 440: Sword Saint from Brass Pass

"It's time to do something!"

The morning sunlight filtered through the thin mist, shining on the muddy dirt road outside Wheat Field Village, awakening the busy footprints and the fragrance of the earth.

Standing on the muddy dirt road, a skeleton holding a shovel made a creaking sound from its mouth, and the soul fire burning inside its skull gazed at the empty field by the river not far away, filled with grand ambitions.

His nickname was [Gou Jianqiang], a newbie who recently joined the game. As for what he does in reality, it's not hard to guess — definitely not in civil engineering. Otherwise, he wouldn't have so much time to immerse himself in the virtual world.

But that's not the point.

The point is that after coming to Wheat Field Village, the eighteen martial arts skills he learned through hard study finally found their use!

The talent-filled "Earth OL" didn't lack another civil engineer, but this village, full of potential but in ruins, definitely did!

Standing next to him, [Gou Jianqiang] also wore an expression of grand ambition, a look that only skeleton soldiers could understand.

"I think this spot is good!" he said enthusiastically, digging a shovelful with his shovel and examining the soil, "The clay content here is decent, with low sand content. It's not suitable for growing crops, but it's perfect for making bricks!"

"And it's convenient to get water! Plus, it's near the main road at the village entrance, and it's downwind!" [Gou Jianqiang] chuckled, his eyes shining as he continued, "Our 'Wheat Field Village Reconstruction Plan' second phase starts with this brick kiln!"

This wasn't the Lord Demon King's plan, but a plan concocted by him and his good brother!

It's said that during the major infrastructure projects in North Peak City and Thunder City, many Life Professional Players made a fortune, and they couldn't wait to replicate the success of their predecessors.

Wheat Field Village may not be as prosperous as those places, but its potential is immense.

The NPCs here are unlike those outside; they don't run away in fear at the sight of undead. They're highly receptive to new things, even more adaptable and flexible than the Lizardmen of the Gana Continent. Maybe this place will become the second major base after North Peak City!

As for the local tradition of building houses with wood...

Once they experience the benefits of bricks, they surely won't resist living in warmer and sturdier houses!

The two skeleton soldiers discussed, their cautious planning seemed to outline the distant future of Wheat Field Village.

They had even conceived where to build a train station and through where the railway would pass... although those things were several eras ahead of their current land.

An elderly villager carrying a bundle of firewood cheerfully passed by.

Seeing the two skeletons holding shovels, there wasn't the slightest fear on his face. Instead, he waved warmly, as if greeting his father who had passed away many years ago.

"Good morning, Holy Spirits! Although I don't know whose ancestors you are, thanks to you, we can sleep soundly again!"

"Please send my regards to my father, just tell him his son is doing well, so he doesn't need to worry about us, let alone come back just to check on us..."

It's not that he doesn't want to see his father; it's just that he doesn't want the old man who finally found peace to climb out of the ground to work again.

Although these Holy Spirits seem to have no feelings and even appear to enjoy themselves, it doesn't stop him from feeling that they are laboring.

The discussion between the two skeleton soldiers came to an abrupt halt.

Though they couldn't respond to the villager with words nor understand what he was saying, they both waved their pale arms in a friendly gesture.

'Do you have a task, old brother?'

'No? Damn! Then farewell.'

Each misunderstood the other, yet the villager smiled contentedly, his steps light with ancestral blessings as he headed toward the village.

No one noticed the sharp eyes observing everything from the forest not far away, the hand gripping the great sword's hilt slowly releasing.

...

Unlike the blood and death on the eastern fringes of the Twilight Forest, the tranquil Wheat Field Village seemed like an isolated island outside the storm.

This place appeared as a unique miracle, free from hunger and death.

Were it not for the few lonely ruins reminding people of past events, the famine that once haunted this land would seem nonexistent.

And just a road away from the ruins, newly built wooden houses were neatly arranged, systematically extending further afar.

The most incredible thing to Gunter was the boundless wheat fields outside the village, where dewdrops glittered on the green seedlings, full of vibrant life force.

The air was filled with the fragrance of moist soil, and faint cooking smoke could be seen in the distance. Everything seemed to announce that this land was moving beyond past sorrows.

All around, all one could see was peace and tranquility...

"Is this... still the Twilight Province?"

Following behind Gunter's tall figure, Julian's face was filled with disbelief, his clenched hands sweaty, questioning if he might have arrived in Heaven.

He was an orphan Gunter picked up from Grey Stone Town, traveling with him, learning survival skills and swordsmanship, battling demon beasts or fighting bandits... although most of the time it was Gunter who intervened.

On the journey, he'd seen many villages destroyed by war and famine, yet it was his first time witnessing such a strikingly different scene.