Global Lords: Building the Strongest Civilization with SSS Rank Talent-Chapter 105: Sylara’s Gift | New Priest

Red closed the southern surveillance feed and shifted his primary monitor back to the humid depths of the swamp. Down in the Bastion, the heavy stone walls of the temple echoed with the thrum of the surrounding industrial foundries.

Moss-Eye and Swift-Tail knelt before the central basalt altar, their scaled chests heaving as they presented the woven silk-moth sack. High Priest Krug stood over the offering, his violet eyes glowing in the dim light. He dismissed the two exhausted scouts with a sharp wave of his claw, turning his full attention to the Mycelium Queen’s bribe.

Krug slipped his heavy talons into the delicate silk and pulled the fabric back.

A soft, pulsing cyan light immediately flooded the temple chamber. The sack held thousands of translucent, perfectly spherical spores floating weightlessly in a thick, gelatinous nutrient matrix. They drifted upward like glowing embers, casting strange, shifting shadows against the cold stone of the altar.

Up in the Void, Red locked his camera onto the glowing payload and initiated a deep-level system scan.

[ ITEM IDENTIFIED: AEGIS SPORE CLUSTER ]

[ ORIGIN: RANK 17 FUNGAL HIVE-MIND ]

[ RARITY: MYTHIC ]

[ PROPERTY: HYPER-CELLULAR REGENERATION ]

[ APPLICATION: INTRODUCE TO FLUID MATRIX FOR RAPID BIOLOGICAL MENDING ]

Red leaned closer to the terminal, the blue light of the scan reflecting off his face. The Mycelium Queen had handed him a localized immortality engine. If these spores were introduced into a centralized water supply, they would rapidly multiply and create a permanent, passive healing reservoir. Any organic unit submerged in the infused fluid would experience hyper-accelerated cellular regeneration, recovering from lethal physical trauma in a matter of minutes.

Down by the altar, Krug hovered a hand over the floating spores, watching the cyan light reflect off his dense scales.

"Lord," Krug whispered into the neural tether, his voice thick with reverence. "The air around this offering is completely pure. The ambient rot of the swamp is actively retreating from the altar. I can physically feel the micro-fractures in my armor knitting themselves together just from breathing near it."

"Leave the spores secured on the altar, Krug," Red commanded, his voice vibrating through the cold stone of the temple. "A localized spawning pool restricts their potential. We are going to weaponize that healing matrix across the entire domain."

Red dragged the regional map back onto his primary monitor. He highlighted the Bastion, Onyx Hall, and the newly conquered City of Spiral far to the north. With a few swift keystrokes, he carved a massive, continuous digital trench connecting all three locations, terminating the line directly at the coastline of the northern sea.

"Gather the Treants and the heavy Shell-Kin," Red ordered, his eyes locked on the projected route. "Rouse the Grey-Fins from the deep mud and assemble every Kobold worker we have. You are going to dig a continental river. We will channel the northern sea directly through the City of Spiral, draw it down into the Bastion, and flood the Onyx Hall. I am merging the entire territory into a single, unified state."

Krug bowed deeply, his violet eyes glowing with absolute devotion. "The earth will be torn open as you wish, Lord."

Red severed the tether and shifted his camera feed strictly north. The City of Spiral rested near the crashing waves of the ocean. Inside the borders of the shattered golden capital, fourteen thousand human citizens milled around the ruins, waiting for divine instruction. A small detachment of Treants, Mud-Skippers, Grey-Fins, and Kobolds held the perimeter, keeping the massive population contained and orderly.

Managing fourteen thousand mortals required a localized proxy. And Red refused to micromanage a labor camp.

It wasn’t his way of doing things and he wanted to avoid doing it all in the future also.

The other gods who were once the players who played this game, they had the habit of micromanaging and doing things however they wanted. They still saw this world as a game, rather than a reality they were in. Their existence was repentant of their choices, and perhaps, that was why they couldn’t stop themselves from micromanaging.

But Red was different, and he liked to play things out naturally and refused to interfere in his followers’ matters unless it was absolutely necessary.

He opened his faction roster and initiated a mass biometric scan of the human population. The System filtered the data, sweeping the crowd for high stress-tolerance, mostly loyalty, and exceptional logistical affinity.

The cursor snapped to a grim, broad-shouldered man aggressively organizing rationing lines in the ruined plaza.

Red isolated the target and triggered a class-promotion protocol.

[ TARGET ACQUIRED: ELIAN ]

[ ALIGNMENT: SUBMISSIVE ]

[ PROMOTING UNIT CLASS: HUMAN PRIEST ]

[ NEURAL TETHER ESTABLISHED ]

Down in the plaza, the man collapsed to his knees. A heavy, crimson spiral burned itself into the flesh of his right hand. He gasped for air as Red’s voice suddenly echoed directly inside his skull.

"You speak for the Red Spiral now," Red declared, his tone absolute. "Mobilize the fourteen thousand. Coordinate with the beasts and the monsters currently stationed in your city. You will begin excavating a massive trench southward to meet the High Priest’s forces. The sea will soon flow through your streets."

To ensure the fragile mortals could actually move mountains of dirt, Red opened the global shop. He needed to equip his new workforce with heavy industry.

[ PURCHASING: 50x CRATER-MAKER PLOWS ]

[ MODIFYING BLUEPRINT: ATTACHING STAR-IRON REINFORCEMENTS ]

[ COST: -150,000 DP ]

[ DEPLOYING ASSETS ]

The sky above the City of Spiral and the southern swamps tore open simultaneously. Massive shipping crates slammed into the dirt, kicking up heavy clouds of dust. The reinforced, star-iron plows were massive, industrial earth-movers designed to be harnessed to the heavy Shell-Kin and Treants, capable of carving deep riverbeds through solid bedrock in a matter of hours.

On the primary monitor, the live topographical map updated violently. At the northern coastline, Elian directed the thousands of humans and the local monster detachments to break ground, driving the heavy metal plows into the earth.

Far to the south, Krug’s massive aquatic and swamp forces began tearing through the mud, marching upward to meet them.

Red leaned back in the Void, watching the two massive excavation lines inching toward each other across the digital projection. The final consolidation of his empire was officially underway.

"Now... I just need time. Once this has ended, I will interact with the gods of the other three hemispheres. Let’s hope they cooperate or I will have to create some... problems for them to come seek me instead."