Industrial Cthulhu? It's Cthulhu Industrial!!

Chapter 10 Getting on Track (Please Read!)
The chosen champion, the preacher, is essentially an individual who has been favored by some transcendent being and given power.

Of course, Li Ang can do this kind of thing.

So he actually didn't think much of those gods. After all, except for the fact that he couldn't find their real bodies, Leon could do what they could do.

Charlemagne and Flora displayed their bodies before the astonished gazes of the masses, each one displaying shock, even fanaticism, as they witnessed firsthand the miracle that had once slaughtered them appearing upon one of their own people.

Compared to his unassuming appearance at the beginning, Charlemagne had become a muscular and very attractive man. His marble-like muscles shone brightly in the sun, and his smile was filled with a unique masculine charm and masculinity.

In contrast, Flora, the spokesperson, looks beautiful and hot, changeable and sentimental. Her slim figure and fragmented grass skirt give her a strange appeal.

The crowd exclaimed, and then screamed, and some people even knelt down and worshiped Li Ang involuntarily.

People always express awe for everything that happened after it happened. They can't see the direction of the future, but even so, it is enough.

Leon had no idea of ​​turning these people into super humans all at once. After all, this era was really a bit crazy, and Leon still wanted to retain some of his humanity.

"Charlemagne, you lead some strong men for training and wait until tomorrow to fight our enemies. Flora, you lead the women in planning and weaving. You need to find out everything that happens in the three-kilometer radius around the camp."

"You only need to work eight hours a day, and after that it's your free time. Of course, if there's an emergency with special needs, I will requisition your time and give you some due compensation. Because I am a benevolent master, you should understand the preciousness of this gift."

"I won't stop you from going crazy or being stupid, but you'd better remember that your body no longer belongs to you alone. You are my property."

Li Ang's voice clearly emerged in everyone's mind, bringing a new round of screams and frenzy.

Li Ang watched everything that was happening in front of him with a detached look, like a stranger.

Because once you have feelings, once you fall into them, what will eventually greet you is the abyss of endless desires and ideals. Li Ang is very clear that he is not qualified to negotiate with the world, and he does not have the capital to make these people's lives better from the beginning.

Even if their minds were manipulated for a longer period of time, their souls themselves might become alienated. Leon would only try his best to protect his people, but more often than not, the world would not allow him to be merciful.

Looking at the chaotic crowd in front of him, he just waved his hand calmly, gave an order in his mind, and returned to the cornerstone of civilization.

Accompanied by the sound of running water at the edge of the Silver Gate, Leon sat on the recliner and looked at everything in front of him in silence.

"System prompt: In 24 hours, the fog attack will begin. A group of transformed fog soldiers will attack your gathering place."

"System prompt: The naturally formed fog soldiers have no physical form and can be dispersed and destroyed with a single attack. These supernatural phenomena originate from the depths of the Misty Islands. Perhaps one day, you will uncover the secrets of the Misty Islands themselves."

'System prompt: The ruins of the trading post have been detected. You can send your citizens to perform maintenance work or collect materials.'

'System prompt: The map function has been turned on. You can detect your location and any anomalies and treasures that may exist around you.'

'System Tip: Every citizen is an extension of your vision. You can expand your colony to more promising places by exploring the map. For example, a canyon, a plain, a great beginning.'

"..."

Leon clicked on the map angle control mode. It was a bit like playing a game. Leon could feel his consciousness being withdrawn, observing the small settlement he controlled from a bird's-eye view.

More than a hundred people were like ants, working densely in the clearing in the woods around a small beach. One could see that there seemed to be a certain expression of hope on their faces. With the help of God, they had someone to rely on, and they no longer had to wander around like stray dogs.

Farther away, Charlemagne, the God-chosen Champion, proudly flexed his muscles, shouting words about loyalty to the gods, and demanding a group of people to train with him. Leon had given him some knowledge about training and teamwork, and he was now applying it with some rudimentary skill. Flora was doing much the same, though she was sending people to explore the surrounding area.

I just don't know who the so-called god they are talking about is. If it's me, that would be ridiculous.

He is not a god.

The perspective from the highest sky spread out again, about three kilometers away from the camp, where the old trading post was located.

Because of the hatred and curses of the Royal Guards, this area appeared distorted and twisted from the supreme perspective. Although it had become a part of the territory through the oracle machine and Leon's own anchoring, there was still endless hatred spreading in the nothingness, turning into magic power and spreading to the surroundings.

However, in Leon's condescending gaze, the originally stable pool of magic power began to tremble violently, as if it could sense something. Countless magic powers spread into ripples, and gradually flattened and stabilized in Leon's sight.

In contrast, a small system prompt appeared in front of Leon.

'System prompt: Do you want to harvest this mana production site as a one-time unit? This harvest can harvest 370 mana points at a time.'

Forget it, just leave it there.

It's of no use anyway.

This thought appeared in his mind, and the violently surging pool of magic power also calmed down.

Leon's gaze also looked further afield, for example, at the end of the shattered trading post, where three massive shadows loomed in the small bay.

'System prompt: You have discovered a hidden treasure location. You need to research navigation technology before you can order your people to explore!'

'System prompt: Without your orders, your people will spontaneously conduct research and experiment, but please note that their efficiency is much slower than you think!'

"..."

Let’s start like this.

My first journey to civilization.

Looking down at the small area, Leon gave his first order in his mind.

'Build houses.'

(End of this chapter)