Chapter 145: Chapter 140: The Garden

The application for the ownership of Golden Harbor was submitted by Jeming and David after their discussion.

As expected, with his exceptional contributions during this plane trial and the current desolate state of that area, the application was quickly approved.

Without any delay, Jeming directly used the Space Transmission Device in the camp to once again appear in the basement of the mansion he had meticulously modified.

In the secret chamber, several critically wounded Beastman leaders were still trapped in cages, their faint breathing particularly clear in the silent space.

Jeming gave a satisfied glance, knowing his research materials were well-preserved.

He quickly walked through the secret passage and arrived at the ground level of the mansion.

Although the external city was in ruins, the mansion remained as it was when he left—tidy courtyards, buildings unscathed by the fires of war, and the air filled with a fresh earthy fragrance and the subtle scent of plants.

Such maintenance was all thanks to the task Jeming set for the two silver-white dolls before leaving.

With the power of such generic dolls, maintaining a mansion was more than enough.

Standing at the center of the courtyard, Jeming roughly inspected the internal condition of the mansion.

However, when he stepped out of the illusion range of the mansion and saw the devastated scenes outside, he couldn’t help but frown.

As far as the eye could see, the once-prosperous Golden Harbor was now a shocking ruin.

Charred wood, collapsed stone walls, broken beams, and scorched earth left by war silently spoke of the cruelty of conflict.

The air was filled with dust and the stench of decay, occasionally revealing unburied remains.

Most importantly, huge piles of waste were scattered throughout the entire Golden Harbor.

“Couldn’t these Beastmen pay some attention to their surroundings when they were stationed?” Jeming clicked his tongue, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He raised his hand, and a Talisman Witchcraft Artifact appeared in his palm.

After this trial, Jeming realized that relying solely on Elemental Attacks or just using pure Energy Bullets was too extreme.

Since he would spend some time to create corresponding spells, why not diversify the types of spells the Talisman Witchcraft Artifact could release?

The current Talisman Witchcraft Artifact was a semi-finished product created under such circumstances.

Within this Talisman Witchcraft Artifact was engraved a type of witchcraft primarily focused on energy shaping. Its attack effect was not strong, but it was quite useful in certain specific situations.

The Talisman Witchcraft Artifact emitted a faint glow, and an invisible force expanded in all directions, centered on him.

“Activate!” Jeming murmured softly.

Rumble…

The terrifying sound spread from where he stood.

It was not the explosive sound of a blast, but rather the muffled roar of countless invisible giant hands instantly flattening all the ruins and crushing all rocks.

Visible to the naked eye, the ruins within hundreds of meters radius centered around him were completely leveled by a mighty force in just a few breaths.

All the rubble and remains were crushed into fine dust and then blown away by invisible air currents, revealing the compacted soil layer underneath.

Jeming, like a tireless giant bulldozer, moved continuously through the ruins.

Wherever he went, he used the Talisman Witchcraft Artifact to instantly level the surrounding ruins.

Besides the Talisman Witchcraft Artifact specifically for leveling, Jeming also took out several others capable of filtering the air.

The witchcraft engraved on them was essentially capable of filtering toxins, but after Jeming adjusted their power slightly, the strange odors produced by the wrecked buildings, charred soil, piles of waste, and even decaying matter buried under the ruins were all thoroughly dealt with.

Deploying these Talisman Witchcraft Artifacts on the cleared land created a transparent barrier expanding outward from within, with only a gentle breeze passing through, leaving behind a fresh scent.

As for the surrounding stench, Jeming only needed to use Storm Magic to disperse it.

In just half a day, the ruins of Golden Harbor, which once stretched for several kilometers, had transformed into an expansive flat land.

The air was fresh, and the ground was smooth, as if the city had never existed.

This land, like a giant canvas awaiting sowing, awaited Jeming’s brush strokes.

After the cleanup, Jeming returned to the Wizard Camp and directly used the internal points system to purchase a series of basic facilities.

With a grand gesture, he purchased a basic survival package sufficient for tens of thousands of people.

This included high-energy compressed food to sustain these numbers for several months, a continuously operating Water Summoning Array, and corresponding medical supplies and modularly constructed temporary housing.

These are standardized supplies prepared by the Wizard Camp for plane transformation and population resettlement. After countless years of use and modification by wizards, they have become extremely efficient and practical.

At the same time, Jeming leveraged his knowledge of alchemy, using local materials to directly manufacture a batch of basic tools.

From the most ordinary shovels and hoes to rudimentary measuring and transportation tools, there is everything, and their sheer volume is enough to arm tens of thousands of people.

With everything prepared, Jeming directly contacted David.

“Jeming, everything is ready.” David’s voice came through the communication rune, carrying an uncommon sense of relaxation, “The people have been delivered to the demarcated edge of the Golden Harbor and can be received at any time.”

“Thank you for your hard work.” Jeming smiled faintly.

He immediately reached the outskirts of the Golden Harbor, where a gigantic, freight-airship-like wizard construct was silently hovering in mid-air.

Below the airship, numerous large hatches slowly opened, and groups of silhouettes orderly disembarked from within.

This was a massive crowd, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Most were robust young civilians, with a normal gender ratio, exhibiting a hint of confusion and fatigue, but their eyes showed little fear or resistance.

Jeming glanced over and found the racial composition of these people to be extremely diverse.

Not only were there common humans, beastmen, and dwarfs, but also graceful elves, and even some Zor Elves with dark skin and red eyes.

David’s figure emerged from the airship. Looking at Jeming, he softly explained, “These individuals were carefully selected by me. They have high genetic potential, facilitating subsequent transformation. They have already undergone preliminary modification, including psychological conditioning and primary bloodline correction, stripping away those tendencies that don’t conform to the norms of Wizard Civilization.”

He pointed at the Zor Elves within the crowd, adding, “For example, a naturally evil race that highly reveres darkness, like the Zor Elves, under the influence of these transformation potions, their thinking patterns have been corrected to resemble ordinary people, eradicating those extreme evil inclinations, making them easier to integrate into normal society.”

Jeming nodded slightly, a gleam in his eyes.

“Just two more doses of transformation potion later on, and their descendants will completely become human beings of the Wizard World,” David continued, “Rest assured, I will also deliver these subsequent doses periodically.”

“No problem.”

The two exchanged a few more words regarding the resettlement of the populace, then David handed over his research notes to Jeming. After he perused them briefly, he elegantly bowed and bid farewell:

“Well then, thank you very much for your assistance, I shall not disturb you further.”

“It’s just a transaction, no need for thanks.”

Watching the airship ascend into the sky and depart, Jeming withdrew his gaze, looking at the vast land before him and the tens of thousands of “new residents” awaiting his commands.

Without much hesitation, he promptly set up the modular housing he had acquired, allowing these people to settle down first.

Simultaneously, he distributed compressed food and water summoning arrays to ensure their basic survival needs were met.

After everyone had a full meal and it was confirmed that they had settled in, Jeming issued his first order to a few seemingly intelligent, preliminarily transformed commoners:

“Gather all healthy labor forces.”

Soon, tens of thousands of able-bodied workers were assembled, looking bewilderedly at the young wizard, awaiting his instructions.

Jeming was not adept at giving speeches, so he did not paint a grand blueprint of rebuilding a city for them, but simply issued orders directly.

His voice, amplified by witchcraft, reached every ear clearly.

“You need to rebuild here.” Jeming pointed to the flat land, his tone calm yet filled with unequivocal determination, “But what you will rebuild is not a city.”

Everyone held their breath, looking at him in confusion.

“I need you to transform the entire Golden Harbor area into a massive garden!” Jeming’s voice rose slightly.

With a slight flicker of his talisman witchcraft artifact, a light screen visible to all materialized, outlining a majestic blueprint—not of concrete and steel, but of meandering rivers, blossoming flowers, flat meadows, and countless concealed witchcraft research facilities.

What he wanted was not a city inhabited by mortals, but a living, evolving, self-sustaining laboratory that could provide him with research materials and energy.

Although the tens of thousands of civilians did not understand the wizard’s grand scheme, under the powerful mental pressure and their conditioned compliance, they did not question it at all.

After assigning the general tasks and adhering to the principle of not complicating matters, Jeming refrained from directing further, instead enlisting several master builders to issue specific orders.

Standing atop a hill, Jeming overlooked everything before him.

Dense silhouettes moved about centered around his residence, reminiscent of ants.

This grand garden would not only be a paradise for plants; it would be the hotbed of the Red Dust Qi, the cycle of life energy, the cradle of elemental genesis, and also his source for numerous future materials.

Golden Harbor would no longer be merely Golden Harbor, but his Golden Garden alone.

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