Demon King After the End-Chapter 33: Construction Begins [1]

Elvera crossed her arms and smirked. "You’re trusting a dark elf to manage manners and shitting habits?"

"Just make sure they don’t treat it like another hole in the ground," Leon replied dryly. "Train a dozen spokespersons. Make them go door to door and explain how it works."

Sylviana raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly do I do? You’re not having me shovel waste, are you?"

Leon grinned. "No. You’re handling oversight and quality assurance. Visit the build zones randomly, check rune stability, airflow design, and mana flow integrity. Keep everyone honest."

"Hmph. I suppose I can do that."

"And Mora—" he looked toward the tiny spirit flitting near the rafters. "You’ll do what you do best. Use your influence to enhance the growth of the purification moss and mana-soaked flora inside the filtration chambers."

Mora gave a proud little salute in midair. "Sewage bloom power, activate!"

Leon’s eye twitched, but he said nothing.

He stepped back from the blueprint and looked at all of them.

"This isn’t glorious. It won’t win you praise. But it’ll change how our people live. You want to build a nation? Start here. From the ground—literally."

His retainers straightened. One by one, they nodded.

He didn’t need to convince them anymore. The results of the past month were enough.

They trusted him.

And with that, the operation to bring sanitation to a demon kingdom was officially underway.

The Next Day – Early Morning

The rising sun barely broke through the dark cloud cover over the Garden of Bloom as Leon stood atop a half-assembled watchtower beside the castle, arms crossed, watching the madness begin.

Below, the once-silent stretch of Nethersoil had turned into a full-blown construction site.

Wooden carts rolled. Demons shouted. Goblins argued. Gnolls growled. Mora zoomed around tossing glowing spores like glitter.

And in the middle of it all, Gorran was yelling.

Gorran’s Team

"Move it, you lumps of fat muscle!" Gorran roared, veins bulging as he pointed to a pile of stone blocks the size of small wagons. "That’s support stone! Not furniture! Stack it properly or I’ll sit on your heads until your spines beg for mercy!"

Behind him, a team of broad-shouldered demons—minotaurs, ogres, and two earth-variant trolls—hauled the slabs like oversized bricks.

One ogre scratched his head. "But boss... this looks heavy."

Gorran snorted. "It is heavy, genius. That’s the whole point. You think tunnels support themselves?"

"Can’t we just use logs?" the ogre asked.

"Sure. If you want your toilet to collapse on your head mid-crap, be my guest!"

"...Stone it is."

The first foundational stones were placed at the planned entrance to the sewage grid: a wide access hatch disguised near the edge of the farming zone. Gorran personally slammed a support beam into place with a grunt that echoed like thunder.

Kaedor’s Underground Crew

Further down the slope, Kaedor barked commands like a gremlin general.

"Angle it thirty degrees left—left, you brain-dead mutt, not your other left!"

Gnolls with long claws and mole-like demons dug rapidly through the Nethersoil, tossing heaps of dirt aside as Kaedor scuttled over a sketchpad.

One of the gnolls popped his head up. "This tunnel’s getting moist."

"That’s groundwater, genius. You’re too deep."

"But you said deep!"

"Deep, not Atlantis! Backfill the last three feet and slope it right."

Nearby, a goblin pulled out a mana compass and blinked. "Uh, boss... there’s a mana vein here."

Kaedor stopped and stared. "Oh great. If we burst that, the whole place gets flooded with arcane piss. Mark it. Avoid it."

Despite the chaos, the network began to take shape—shallow first in the village center, then gradually deeper toward the castle where the purification chamber would be built.

In the southern clearing, Zorath moved at his own pace—very slow. The ancient draconic demon used his clawed fingertip to carve into stone with surgical precision.

"Purity," he muttered, engraving the ancient rune for cleansing. "Containment. Resistance. Flow..."

Two apprentices—wide-eyed dark elves—stood behind him scribbling notes like their lives depended on it.

One whispered, "He’s been on that stone for an hour."

The other replied, "That’s one line of runes."

Zorath didn’t look up. "Do it fast, it fails. Do it wrong, it explodes. You want poop explosions?"

"No, sir."

"Then shut up."

Each rune was etched directly into the central channels—focusing points that would later be activated with mana stones to purify everything that passed through them. Slow, but effective.

Meanwhile, Elvera was everywhere.

She directed dark elf volunteers carrying water barrels to the workers, passed out toolkits, and barked at goblins stealing extra rations.

"No! That’s four bread loaves for ten people. Stop pocketing supplies, Ruk."

"I was hungry!"

"I don’t care! You’ll be hungrier when I hang you upside down from the food tower."

She set up information boards around the village with clear illustrations drawn by a succubus artist:

"Do NOT dump waste near homes.""Only use marked waste chutes.""Children who pee in the farm fields will be whipped by angry plant spirits." (Mora added that part.)

She even held short talks in the evenings with groups of villagers.

"This isn’t just about comfort," she explained to a small group. "Diseases spread from contaminated water. You’ve lost children to fever. This will stop that."

A grizzled old goblin scratched his chin. "Never thought shit could kill."

"It can. And it does. Not anymore."

Sylviana, surprisingly, took her role seriously.

Clad in a tight black dress that was wildly inappropriate for a construction site, she strolled the pathways with a fan in hand and a bored look.

She caught three goblins playing dice near a half-built chamber.

"Oh look," she purred. "Slackers. Shall I tell Gorran to use you as toilet seat testers?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

They scrambled to their feet.

"We were just taking a break!"

Sylviana narrowed her eyes. "Break time’s in one hour. Get back to work or I will get creative."

Later, she caught a minotaur napping inside a support pit. She sighed and tossed a small mana orb at his chest. It zapped him awake.

"Get up. We’re building a poop palace, not a bed & breakfast."

The Next Day

The morning sun filtered weakly through the haze above the wasteland, casting long shadows over the half-built sewage tunnels stretching toward the village’s edge.

But today, all eyes were on the heart of the project—the purification chamber.

This would be the brain of the entire system. Waste from the various underground chutes would collect here, where it would be filtered, magically cleansed, and the remaining clean water diverted into irrigation channels.

It was the biggest piece of the puzzle. And the most complicated.

Leon arrived early, flanked by Sylviana, Elvera, and a sleepy Mora hanging off his shoulder like a lazy cat.

"So this is it," he muttered, looking down at the large circular pit that had been dug out behind the castle. "Looks like a crater. Fitting."

Kaedor was already there with his crew, measuring angles with absurdly long sticks and muttering about slope ratios.

"It’s round," he grunted. "Like you asked. Big enough for five ogres to fall in and fight without touching each other."

"That’s... oddly specific," Leon replied.

Kaedor shrugged. "Field testing."