Ch.168168. Primitive-Theme Park (2)

Exactly two weeks after the creation of the primitive ecosystem in the other world.

“Oho, hooo….”

After installing the dimensional gate connecting to the New Continent in a hidden underground space on the island, I devoted all my efforts to remodeling and processing this other world for the grand opening of a proper theme park.

For example, I had already placed several former “Garden of Bacchus” employees in the theme park, actively utilizing my position as a hero of the Elf Kingdom to hire them for facility operations.

“Good day, boss!”

“Ah, good to see you! Are the attractions being prepared well?”

“Yes, they are!”

These employees, who had worked with a sense of pride at the “Garden of Bacchus,” thought highly of me—beyond my expectations—for my role in preventing a catastrophe there, and eagerly participated in my plans.

Peculiarly, elves often take pride or pleasure in their professions. After I posted job listings for creating a theme park different from the “Garden of Bacchus,” over 300 applicants came forward, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

There were even lunatics willing to pay me to let them work! From observing these elves, I could glimpse the secret to their success.

Anyway, out of all these talented individuals who flocked to me, I actually hired about 10 people for facility management.

Considering they’re all intermediate-level, they’re certainly not lacking in talent, but running a theme park with just these 10 people would be no easy task….

“Florel. Is the staff training going well?”

“Of course. I was worried since they resemble the Sahagians… but surprisingly, the Reptilians are quite responsive to training.”

To supplement the insufficient elven workforce, I hired an entire Reptilian tribe with whom I had previously established connections.

You might wonder why they would trust me enough to leave their homeland and come under my command…. The answer becomes clear when you observe how the Reptilian race lives.

The Reptilian tribe, barely surviving day by day in the southern jungles of the New Continent—a place aptly described as a “green hell”—possessed abilities far surpassing ordinary mortals, yet were merely eking out an existence.

In jungles so humid that even slash-and-burn agriculture was impossible, their food sources were limited to primitive hunting and gathering.

They hunted insects and small animals in the jungle, caught fish in rivers, and gathered fruits and root vegetables from the forest—barely surviving each day on these meager resources.

In this situation, where dangerous jungle creatures threatened their lives, I made them an offer they couldn’t refuse.

A basic subordination contract: the entire tribe would work for me in exchange for my protection—now that I had reached advanced level and become one of the world’s most formidable powers.

From a modern perspective, the term “subordination contract” might sound like slavery, but for Reptilians who had fought against supernatural forces beyond reality, this was an irresistible temptation.

Guaranteeing the safety of children who died day after day, protecting tribe members from threats, and providing comfortable living quarters and abundant food.

The Reptilians, for whom surviving each day was a trial and hardship, accepted my offer, resulting in their employment as staff for this theme park.

The Reptilians, who had been too busy with survival competition to properly utilize their abilities, demonstrated their skills generously once provided with abundant resources. Surprisingly, even the arrogant elves acknowledged their capabilities.

If I weren’t a druid with the status of “Honorary Elf,” the elves—so arrogant they wouldn’t invite me to the royal palace despite my accomplishments—wouldn’t have evaluated them as “somewhat useful,” which suggests they surpass ordinary elves.

Thus, the theme park construction, which began recently, progressed rapidly with the influx of excellent Reptilian workers. Now, while some details remain to be addressed, the overall framework is essentially complete.

The Primitive Theme Park (tentative name) can be divided into two main areas.

First, underground. A massive subterranean facility built beneath the surface, created through collaboration between elven mages specializing in earth magic and elven druids.

Since the ground level will recreate a primitive forest as faithfully as possible, most facilities were pushed underground. Construction was in full swing in these facilities, reinforced with the “Nature’s Hut” spell.

Various grades of resorts for visitors wishing to stay at the theme park were being built—the high-end ones resembling hotel suites, while the budget options were essentially capsule hotels.

Of course, even the cheaper accommodations maintained the minimum facilities (by modern standards) required for lodging establishments.

Naturally, bathrooms were installed in sufficient numbers throughout, and moving walkways powered by magic were planned for corridors expected to have high foot traffic.

Additionally, there were food courts selling dishes from my memory, souvenir shops, and virtually all indoor facilities were located underground.

Meanwhile, the surface—the other of the two separated areas—housed the core aboveground tourist facilities of this theme park.

Of course, no one could easily survive venturing bare-bodied into that harsh jungle I created, so whether I liked it or not, tourism services in this jungle had to take indirect forms.

For example, observing animals through telescopes from facilities disguised as natural environments, or sharing vision through modified observation devices operating within the other world to tour the jungle would make for excellent tourism experiences.

Particularly, the tourism option using observation devices employed a unique spell called “Mage’s Eye”—a creative magic that floats an eyeball in the air and moves it freely—making it an undetectable special observation device.

Of course, other forms of tourism, such as moving as a spirit body, would have their own demand.

Some primitive magical beasts can detect spirit bodies, so the dopamine rush from hiding from such beasts would be tremendous.

As facilities were gradually constructed and the relocated Reptilians received their staff training…

While construction slowly progressed and the primitive theme park steadily moved toward its opening…

The event that no one could have predicted occurred around that time.

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It began with an unexpected telepathic message from Rabbit Knight Lancelot.

[—My lord!]

“…Hmm? What’s the matter?”

The emotions transmitted through our mental connection—a symbol of our contract—were somehow filled with agitation and bewilderment. These weren’t feelings one would normally experience, and Lancelot’s voice carried a certain urgency.

So I conveyed my intention for him to calm down a bit, and Lancelot, accurately receiving my intention and emotions, spoke to me in a somewhat more composed voice.

[We’re under attack by bandits at the forest’s edge!]

“Bandits?”

[Yes, yes! I was receiving wrestling training from Master Gartrang when….]

Lancelot’s words, filled with intensity as if he were still in battle, lacked some coherence, but nevertheless, hearing everything he said, I could generally understand the situation.

Lancelot often trained in weaponry or learned knightly etiquette at the sparsely populated outskirts of the estate. As usual, while enthusiastically training in weaponry, Lancelot and Gartrang were attacked by bandits.

Of course, both are knights at the intermediate level of warriors. They could slice through hundreds of ordinary bandits between the two of them, but…

The fact that these two were struggling so much meant that, naturally, the bandits they were facing weren’t “ordinary bandits.”

In other words, the bandits attacking Lancelot possessed combat power capable of facing at least two intermediate-level fighters.

Setting aside whether bandits capable of fighting two intermediate-level knights were really “bandits,” the situation itself was not easy to comprehend.

‘What exactly happened…?’

So when I shared vision with Lancelot while pondering…

‘…Ah.’

The scene that entered my shared vision was none other than Lancelot engaged in combat with a group that, by any measure, couldn’t be considered simple bandits.