Village Building

“Please! Give us some water!”

“I’m thirsty!”

“Don’t push! Damn it!”

“In the desert, water is more important than food!”

“Water! Bestow water upon us!”

The Akran assassins looking up at me and wailing.

They raised water jars and all kinds of vessels while shouting.

There was no trace of the vigor with which they devoted themselves to assassination training.

They were literally a starving beggar crowd, a refugee group.

“Indeed, an enthusiastic reaction…”

Nadia nodded as if she had expected it.

I truly hadn’t expected this kind of reaction.

It feels exactly like being immersed in a civilization game.

I’m God, and they are the natives.

[You want to drink water that badly…]

The Arubian West Continent is a land where people don’t want to come even if they have abilities.

It’s like Koreans don’t immigrate to Africa.

It’s treated as a region where normal people absolutely don’t need to go.

In such a barren outback, I’m being revered like a savior…

Although they say they are assassins without blood or tears, there are unexpected aspects.

In their eyes, do I look like a messiah?

Their obsession and yearning for me wasn’t unpleasant.

Rather, it filled the emptiness after my reincarnation.

[Then drink to your heart’s content.]

…With the feeling of being a noble sacrificial lamb just for today.

As a big and beautiful worm saint.

Let’s shoot water joyfully.

Thump, thump-

Intense heart pulsations felt at the nape of my neck.

My five mana holes began to beat and pulsate.

The vast source of mana and the absurd specifications that had caught the legendary retired S-class Sword Master Tolga.

Chwarlrrrr-!

Large and small water spheres were created, surrounding the Akran villagers.

Their number reached several dozen.

The highlight is separate.

A bomb on everyone’s head.

Chwaaaaak-!

A water drop with a diameter of 50 meters burst.

It was enough to soak the residents who had rushed out.

Cheers erupted immediately.

“Wu, aaa! Water!”

“Water pouring from the sky!”

“Water here! Water there! Huhephep!”

The residents cheered and received water with the vessels they held up with their heads.

Water overflowing beyond full capacity is drunk with open mouths.

Their expressions were those of castaways encountering a life-giving oasis.

Like the Soaked Show of a very famous singer from my previous life, I sprinkled water grandly, even spraying water streams in all directions.

So that these dry, parched pitiful souls could be fully intoxicated with the blessing of life water.

Shwaaaa-

“Ah! Aaa! Not just cool but cold!”

“To encounter cold water during the day!”

“Hydrokinetists are the greatest!”

I continuously provided water to the Akran villagers.

The wish of all Arubian West Continent people would be to drink cool, clean water until their stomachs burst.

Even one bottled water from Earth would be treated as life water.

A luxury that only money-splurging nobles could enjoy.

Right now, I’m bestowing that grace.

“The White Sovereign wasn’t a bad person after all.”

Nadia brightly smiled.

From a giant monster worm that was an object of caution, I had become a benefactor giving water generously.

All the village people who had come out completed the saturation of life water with their mouths and bodies.

“Oh! Thank you! My Lord!”

“White Sovereign! White Sovereign! White Sovereign! White Sovereign!”

“Thank you! Powerful and efficacious spirit who widely rules over the beautiful yet deadly Shahar Great Desert, White Sovereign!”

The Akran assassins whose attitude had completely changed.

They noisily offered thanks and praise to me.

A truly innocent-looking woman shouted impressively.

“White Sovereign! There’s no labor without reward in the world! What compensation do you want from us!? Do you want a request to assassinate an enemy you’ve marked to kill after hating them so much!?”

To the woman’s extremely assassin-like question, I answered.

[…No need. I’ll do it for free. I don’t particularly have anyone I want to kill yet.]

“Oh! What benevolence and generous mindset!”

Some man followed with exclamation.

“Pursuing caravans over days and annihilating them! The army of lords buried alone in the desert exceeds 100,000! Who would believe that you are the feared magical beast recounted in the legend of the Grabadra Sea!”

Someone responded to someone else’s admiration.

“Such a kind person couldn’t do such vicious deeds!”

…Surprisingly, all of it is true?

I can read the memories of the White Death Worm.

The sand storm of the desert used as a typical background.

Memories of chewing on the fear and screams of numerous beings…

Until I came in, it was literally a magical beast itself.

[The rehearsal is done with this…]

I looked at things that caught my attention in the village.

There were 7 dried-up wells with exposed bottoms.

Naturally, they were not in use currently.

The existence of wells is evidence that there is groundwater.

[There were wells in the village.]

“…They were used when I was born, but they dried up in the year I turned 12.”

Nadia provided an interesting answer.

[What happened?]

“There were signs little by little due to overuse by residents. My grandfather, the previous village chief, was displeased that village people experiencing dehydration from constant training used too much water. He said it weakens the fighting spirit by relying on comfortable means of survival. He constantly worried about the weakening of our village’s power. Then at some point, all the wells finally dried up.”

I suspected that the person who would have been Hakan’s father might have deliberately blocked the waterways through some manipulation.

Considering the flowing nature of water, it doesn’t make sense for 7 wells to dry up simultaneously.

[Tell me about the food situation in this village.]

“That is…”

The information about the village that I grasped through conversation with Nadia was enormous.

It was truly approximately a total crisis situation.

Serious nutritional imbalances are occurring.

Excessive protein intake and lack of moisture are the most chronic problems.

There is a West Continent-specific fruit tree called Mukaran, which is like a mix of date palm and coconut, but it’s woefully insufficient to supplement moisture.

Other various vegetable natural materials are also collected, but in the end, it’s insufficient.

Also, considering their characteristics, digging wells was inevitable.

A combat group that lives in seclusion and only hones martial arts all their lives can’t have much money.

They say they receive compensation by participating as mercenaries in wars that occasionally occur on the continent, but it all goes to food costs, equipment maintenance, and purchase of necessities.

Hiring a water attribute magician is astronomically expensive, so it’s better to just send out a weak water procurement group and dig wells.

Even thinking commonsensically, it doesn’t make sense for exactly 98 households and 492 people to endure without water.

Just at some point, a crazy difficulty was added, and everyone endured until now while chewing on pain…

To forget thirst, they endured with the unique stubborn spirit of the assassination order.

The true scene of collective madness brainwashing was here.

Precisely speaking, some psycho had changed it into an extreme hardcore survival environment.

What was originally a decently normal living…

The culprit was ultimately Nadia’s grandfather.

[You’ve managed well with hellish life in a hellish desert.]

“Huh? I’m used to it now…”

Although they say sufficient moisture intake is possible by sucking animal blood or from fruits…

Ultimately, if you can’t drink water, how painful would it be?

The reason they endure is because they are post-humans pursuing asceticism.

I can only say it’s truly admirable.

“Because intense fighting spirit and survival instinct bloom in harsh environments…”

[That’s just nonsense.]

I decisively dismissed Nadia’s latter words.

From now on, I’m going to greatly improve the village’s existing constitution.

The gaslighting of the assassination order is goodbye.

[Then, it’s time for waterway excavation.]

“Huh? What…”

I began to move slowly as planned next.

The flow of groundwater has already been completely identified by the worms.

They’ve been busy moving and connecting to waterways far away.

What remains is just excavation.

[Is everyone ready?]

[Just give the order, my Sovereign.]

[Then, let’s go.]

Tarkhan answered in his characteristic sinister old man’s voice.

“Shurururu…”

I gathered a large amount of air in my mouth.

Then I fired a vigorous shout forward.

“Kyu, hwaaaak-!”

I roared like a monster after a while.

Kwaaaaaa-!

With my roar as the starting point, the ground around the village burst.

Shwaaaaa─────!

Centered on the village, waterways opened simultaneously in the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

Strong waterways rushed from all directions, reaching even the earth walls.

The waterways were exquisitely intertwined, created to flow into each other.

The path of life opened in the dried-up assassin village.

“Oh, ooo-! What is this!”

“Waterways have been created around the village!”

“My goodness! Suddenly river streams appeared!”

The Akran residents exclaimed in surprise.

I even generously opened the waterway of the village ground.

The basic condition for forming a metropolis is having a stream.

The Akran village had abundant groundwater because of its gravel field terrain.

Chwarlrrruk-

Naturally, water also filled the dried-up wells.

Blocked waterways can be adjusted by reopening and readjusting.

I have the world’s best super-size excavators.

Urrrrrung-!

Red forms and yellow forms rose from the ends of the waterways.

Death Worms and Sand Worms advance in earnest from the places where they were working.

Kurung! Shwaaa-!

The worms all bend their backs and then stretch their elongated bodies.

They continue to dig waterways while diligently crawling on the ground surface.

The world’s best excavators are working.

[Tsk, truly humans who need a lot of work.]

[It’s the White Sovereign’s order! Know that it’s an honor!]

[Heave! Heave! Good deed! Let’s work hard!]

[Eat lots of cool life water~]

The Akran village residents were dumbfounded and confused.

“Wh, what is this… voices in my head?”

“Suddenly… male and female voices?”

“No way! Are the worms talking?”

“Impossible…!”

Kwarrrrrr-! Chwaaaak-!

Noisy explosive sounds like a construction site are generated.

Groundwater spurted up, and dirt mounds also splashed.

The worms created waterways around the village.

They make them flow surely by making them meet while crisscrossing.

The purpose is connection with a river stream more than several dozen kilometers away.

Naturally, the places where waterways were opened have their ground firmly compacted.

“Water! Water is overflowing in the village!”

“Water that we had to use so sparingly…!”

“Our asceticism until now… has ended…!”

“Oh, great White Sovereign…!”

The Akran assassins expressed admiration and praise.

There were also those who knelt in amazement and shed tears.

Even residents offering prayers and praises to me.

[…And finally.]

The giving worm tree.

Still more to come.

Kwadddduk-

With the manifestation of my will, fountains made of solidified oxygen were created in various places in the village.

I also specially manifested hydrokinesis on them.

Shwaaaa-

Rippling moisture spheres appeared in the air of each fountain.

The water spheres ripple and spray water streams like fountains.

A water-specialized hydrokinetist can perform such feats.

Nadia immediately exclaimed in shock and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Heok! Could that be!?”

This time too, the forms of the fountains are endlessly awkward.

Because I roughly manifested them relying on memories from my previous life.

The old-fashioned and straightforward Tolga truly did not use other applications to a terrible degree…

Honing and training have become entirely my share.

“Fou, fountains!”

“Fountaiiins-! Fountains have appeared-!”

“Following waterways, even fountains…!”

Commotion arose instantly among the villagers.

It was as if they were seeing rare treasures.

Considering the climate of the western continent, it’s natural.

Naturally, they couldn’t even dream of fountain-like structures only possible in water-abundant environments.

They could only witness them by going to the central square of an empire or the royal palace garden of a religious state.

But now I installed this instantaneously.

I can only be seen as an omnipotent creator god.

“But… are they real fountains? Something a bit.”

[You’re quick-witted. They’re just imitating the appearance, with a principle based on a different trick. Magic Fountains.]

“What… is that exactly?”

[Just fountains made with water magic, what else.]

The water-sprinkling water spheres are manifestations through mana.

They hover at the fountains and automatically gather moisture from the air to maintain volume.

Since they were created with a fixed formula that doesn’t continuously consume mana, there’s no mana consumption from me unless they receive magical interference.

They absorb natural mana on their own and charge moisture.

Like magic traps operating in abandoned dungeons, they are essentially self-charging.

It was a feat possible only with the ability of an S-class hydrokinetist who has reached the extreme of water.

The moisture sphere continues to stay in the air and detects the water level of the fountain connected to the same object, stopping spraying when it reaches a certain amount.

It’s a means to prevent water from overflowing excessively.

It’s not a problem if a little water overflows outside as residents use it.

It will quickly evaporate in the hot daytime, and usage will decrease in the cool night.

Since fountains are a complex principle that considers the structure up to the drainage opened to the ground, I constructed them temporarily like this for now.

Unlike wells, the operation of proper pump pressure principles must be directly left to the hands of human technicians.

Even worms haven’t been able to open drainage that can be distinguished from groundwater, and it’s impossible with my shoddy manifestation art.

Therefore, I patched it temporarily like this.

It strictly mimics only the appearance.

“But… haven’t you exhibited your skills too excessively? What kind of village, in an instant, like a sea of water…!”

[Not at all.]

I dismissed Nadia’s question this time as well.

Even Kato Kiyomasa, a warrior in Japanese history, became an extreme survival enthusiast after experiencing extremes during the Imjin War.

Especially if it’s a problem related to water, the source of all life?

Preparation can never be excessive.

[White Sovereign, we have roughly completed the connection from external waterways away from the village, and the stabilization work of waterways excavated around the village.]

[Are you finished now? The durability will be sturdy, right?]

[Since we’ve hardened it very firmly with all means, there’s absolutely no chance it will collapse. We will also soon begin work on the drainages.]

[Good work.]

Answering Tarkhan’s telepathy, I turned my head.

The largest yellow-white brick house located in the center of the village.

I opened blocked waterways, opened wells, and installed fountains.

While commotion was created throughout the village, there’s no sign of him.

[While the Sovereign struggles for these trifling humans, not even a greeting. He was indeed an ill-bred fellow.]

[I really don’t like him. What is he doing holed up in there?]

[Should I just rise from inside the house and eat him?]

The worms also seemed dissatisfied.

What might the current village chief Hakan be thinking?

Self-reproach and guilt for having dismissed an amazing capability person?

Or plotting strategies on how to drive me away?

What kind of thoughts might he be having.

[With this, there will be no more water shortage problems in the village.]

I shot telepathy to all the village people.

“Wu, waaaa-!”

“Kyaaaak-!”

Stripped turbans flew up like fireworks.

Women frantically took off and threw away their hijabs.

Men and women with bare heads embraced each other and rampaged in frenzy.

“We’re rich! Water comes out endlessly!”

“Now we can bathe to our heart’s content!”

“Let’s wash our bodies right now!”

The residents began to take off their clothes without caring about appearances.

Clothes were just a disguise, and as expected, they were assassins who didn’t care about appearances.

The Spartan training of exerting fighting spirit and survival instinct in asceticism ends today.

People may not be able to eat properly, but they should at least be able to drink water to their heart’s content to live.

It’s really to the point where I wonder how they’ve lived.

“To wash in the middle of the village instead of an oasis! It’s like a dream!”

“We used to only bathe during special festivals!”

“Maybe this is actually what should have been normal!?”

The naked Akran villagers rushed to the fountains and wells.

They began to bathe with water overflowing everywhere.

Men, women, old, and young were all mingling together.

Joy and admiration overflowed on their faces.

“Wow! It’s really cool magic water!”

“To think such cold water exists!?”

“To be able to use cool water even during the day!”

The bright and lively cheers of the village’s budding assassin children also kept erupting.

In a desert environment where water is bound to be scarce, everything is asceticism.

Both the process of finding water and the process of drawing water are hardships.

Those who pollute water were considered primary enemies.

But at some point, they had to experience the disconnection of water.

It was an extreme method of forcibly raising survival instinct.

…But then, a being who exercises power appeared.

It was I who resolved the painful hardship.

“…White Sovereign, you’ve truly accomplished a great deed.”

Nadia expressed respect to me.

[I just couldn’t bear to see people living in an inhuman way.]

I responded honestly.

That’s how the Akran villagers enjoyed the first water festival of their lives.

When the afternoon, which had been lunchtime, had passed, and it was time for the sun to set in the west.

“Hmm!”

The entrance to Hakan’s residence opened, and a cough erupted.

A great man wearing a turban emerges with elders.

He immediately crosses the midst of residents enjoying water play.

“Make way!”

“Everyone stand back!”

“Passing through!”

He approached with a solemn expression along with the elders.

Coming to the front of me, he suddenly knelt down.

“…White Sovereign. I have committed a great discourtesy.”

Kneeling on the dirt ground, he suddenly performed a dogeza.

The rest of the elders also all knelt down similarly.

Suddenly, something different from the initial appearance.

“The reason I haven’t shown myself all day today is because I was contemplating policy with the elders. …And now, a decision has been reached.”

I waited to see what kind of words would come out.

Prostrated, Hakan requested in a solemn and deep tone.

“White Sovereign… From now on, we will serve you as vassals.”