The Golem Mage

After the Orc Invading attack failed, Alec’s golems remained at the points they had been assigned to until the synchronization of every sub-lord was fully completed, by then, even the rest of Alec gang could see that their castle had changed drastically compared to what they had met before, after the synchronizing completed.

When they first arrived, the castles where the City Lord was supposed to reside had seemed to be competing with desolate ruins over which looked more abandoned by time.

However, once the synchronization was complete, it was as if the entire place had undergone a total transformation, it looked as though a group of master architects had descended upon it and, with the hands of great builders, reconstructed the whole place into something grand in a single sweep.

Though those in Alec’s group would have loved to know how it had happened, the truth was that most of them had already been knocked unconscious when the process reached about fifty percent.

Only Alec and the golems had seen what truly happened, Alec had watched as astral figures of great men appeared and began rebuilding his palace, which he believed was the power of his main system using origin energy to reanimate great specialised mage for temporary tasks like when he needed to forge his spirit equipment set, another importance of his system point.

The place that had once looked like a forgotten throne room now carried a regal air and had become at least worthy of a ruler’s presence, around his throne were seven smaller empty thrones arranged at the sides, and Alec could only assume that had something to do with the fact that he had seven sub lords under him.

And it wasn’t just the throne room.

The outer parts of the castle had also been rebuilt, everything shaped to match Alec as best as the system could design it, in the garden stood a massive statue of Alec at the center, and surrounding him, each facing a different direction, were statues of all his main golems.

It was an incredible sight.

In a city that looked so worn out and ruined, Alec’s castle stood out like something heaven-sent, like a peacock among a flock of chickens.

That was exactly how it looked.

And it wasn’t only Alec’s castle that had changed, every single castle belonging to the lords under him seemed to have undergone some sort of transformation as well, each one altered according to the nature of the master who inhabited it.

At Brandon’s castle, there was a floating hourglass suspended outside, hanging in the air as if held up by nothing but magic, the castle itself was painted in shades of brown that seemed to represent sand,

and there was glass everywhere, reflecting beautiful lights around the structure, almost as if telling the story of how glass is born from sand.

At Arthur’s castle, the walls seemed to be hewn from dark, heavy granite and veined basalt in deep charcoal, rich brown, and obsidian black.

They looked rough and craggy to the touch, yet were boldly reinforced with polished iron, bronze, and copper plates that gleamed along every edge and seam.

Those walls even seemed to pulse with different lights, as if magical veins were running through them, with each castle having its own story to tell.

However, none were as grand and majestic as Alec’s own.

If other human lords were to see the state of those eight castles, they might die of jealousy, because once again, a castle was also one of the greatest symbols of a lord’s power and status.

And it just so happened that lords normally spent a very long time synchronizing with their castles, using their own mana to fuel the transformation.

In fact, the process never truly stopped, as they could continue changing and reshaping their castles over time, especially if they grew stronger.

However, because they had to use their own mana to reshape the castle by themselves, it often took an extremely long time, unless they had an alchemist supplying them with a constant stream of cultivation pills, allowing them to use the pure mana energy from those pills to continue their mental construction instead of cultivating.

So for lords, their castle was a source of great pride, yet with just 1.9 million points, Alec had used his system to construct the best castles possible, each one tailored to the lord inhabiting it.

Though he might not have fully understood all he was doing, however, one thing that had pushed the initiative was the fact that he felt it was the system’s way of helping him make everything purchased within their territory match the nature of its lord inhabiting it.

But he would come to understand the true importance of that in the future, for now, he was only complaining about how he had to keep spending all the system points he had been earning on his territory.

After his system connected to every knowledge of his City Heart it turned the sub system interface into something closer to a kingdom-building system, it meant he now had to pay for everything that would have normally been built slowly over time.

But he pushed all of that to the back of his mind and sent pills to his group in their respective castles, allowing them all to enter seclusion since there didn’t seem to be anything important going on at the moment, as the month slowly passed.

However; there was also something Alec had learned during his many discussions with Iroh, the cities only fell into ruins like that if the City Lord abandoned their post.

This meant that all eight castles had been vacated by those who were once assigned to them.

Meanwhile, Alec continued following each of his City Heart’s suggestions on what to build next since it now acted more like an Ai with years of history and knowledge stored into it, and because his golems had grown much stronger, he focused all their hunts on Tier 8 and Tier 7 beasts in the beast forest.

Though currently, they only hunted low Tier 8 beasts, as that was the limit of what each main golem unit could handle.

To hunt a mid Tier 8 beast would require more than one main golem group, and to hunt a high Tier 8 beast would require all of the main golems, their units, and Alec himself to be involved, and even then, it almost never ended well.

It was always a 50/50 war.

As for peak Tier 8 demonic beasts, they simply ran and never antagonized such forces of nature, though it might seem like only a small realm gap separated them, however the difference in power multiplied with every minor realm increase.

However, since Alec had been getting a lot of high-tier kills, he chose to sacrifice most of the corpses at the roots of the Primordial Tree in exchange for system points instead of letting them be devoured and turned into loot.

For now, he still believed he and his group had enough pills, he planned on doing a lot more instead for his team and needed the points and he had also been cultivating steadily, and he could feel himself getting closer to the peak Tier 6 realm.

The first thing he purchased from his City Heart’s list of suggestion was something called a Builder’s Hut, three of them, to be exact.

Alec already had an idea of what they were meant for. In a few games he had played before, there was always a man who came out from the hut to help with construction across the land.

He placed the Builder’s Huts not too far from his castle, since his castle was located in the upper region, there was still plenty of free land around that area, while the lower region was where the citizens lived.

So, in order not to shock his citizens too much, Alec decided that he wouldn’t reveal anything too strange unless it was necessary, that was why he had the huts built in the upper region instead.