Deciding to act, he imdiately descended from the City Wall and walked toward the Wooden House outside the walls, which was being used as a Warehouse.
Once constructed, the "Wooden House" building could not be moved.
The space inside the walls was already insufficient. If the Wooden House were to expand upon upgrading and no longer fit, he had no idea what would happen. Would it rge with the City Wall, or would it just shatter? He had no desire to find out through experintation.
Upgrading the Wooden House to Level 2 only required 10 Ghost Stones.
He crushed 10 Ghost Stones.
A milky-white liquid flowed through the air. A phantom image of the Wooden House, ford by white lines, reappeared. The mont the liquid poured into it, the Wooden House’s footprint didn’t increase. Instead, its wooden structure began to grow, and so stone elents appeared.
Overall, it looked sturdier and more solid.
And a panel popped up in front of him.
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[Wooden House upgraded to Level 2, now sturdier]
[Please choose an Upgrade Direction.]
[1: Peaceful Sleep.]
[2: Peace of Mind.]
[3: Increases chance of pregnancy, ineffective on Ghost Objects.]
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"..."
Chen Fan looked at the panel before him with a calm expression. To be honest, he had originally thought this building, like the Farmland, would have no Upgrade Direction.
The Eternal Night had descended several hundred years ago.
Ghosts ravaged the human world.
The fact that the people of this world hadn’t been completely wiped out was perhaps partly due to this "Wooden House." If one had a fixed territory and a stable population of subjects, choosing the third Upgrade Direction would effectively increase the birth rate.
He chose Peace of Mind.
For a Warehouse, this Upgrade Direction was one of the few useful ones.
At least it could ensure one felt a bit more at ease when entering and leaving the Warehouse.
He took out another 20 Ghost Stones and upgraded the Wooden House to Level 3.
The Wooden House changed again. Not a single trace of its wooden structure remained; it had completely transford into a Stone House. Both its defensive capabilities and its ability to shelter from wind and rain had visibly improved. Furthermore, it had changed from a single story to two stories.
Two stories tall in total, it now stood higher than the City Wall.
It had been so ti since he’d transmigrated to this strange world.
From his initial unease, he had gradually adapted.
At least...
’I’m starting to like the underlying rules of this world.’
’As long as you work hard, you’re guaranteed to get results.’
’As long as you use Ghost Stones to strengthen a building, it’s certain to be upgraded. The sense of security this certainty provides is a rare thing. In my previous life, hard work didn’t always guarantee results. Many tis, I could only stare blankly at the mirror, wondering why luck never seed to favor .’
’I would fall asleep without finding an answer.’
’Day after day, year after year.’
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[Wooden House upgraded to Level 3, becoming a ’Stone House’, now sturdier]
[Please choose an Upgrade Direction.]
[1: Increased area. Adds optional functional rooms such as a kitchen, toilet, and bathroom.]
[2: Imbued with ’Dustless Array’, which ensures the interior remains free of dust.]
[3: Imbued with ’Shadow Array’, allowing the Lord to view what is happening in any corner of the house at any ti.]
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Three renovation directions.
One for deluxe furnishing, one for whole-house cleaning, and one for whole-house surveillance.
In terms of improving quality of life, they were all good choices.
He chose the third Upgrade Direction.
For a Warehouse, he didn’t need it to be dust-free for now. The Shadow Array was probably a better choice.
"..."
He stood outside the camp, looking at the two-story Stone House before him. After being upgraded to Level 3, the Wooden House had undergone a world-shaking transformation. If the camp had looked quite crude before, the addition of this Stone House made it look much more high-class.
More like a human settlent.
There were currently no toilets in the camp.
But in the Wilderness, a toilet was as useless as nettles.
He didn’t upgrade it further.
This experint had already consud a good number of his Ghost Stones; he only had 269 left. When he had a more plentiful supply of Ghost Stones in the future, he would see what a Level 4 Wooden House was like—oh, a Level 4 Stone House.
Just like the Arrow Fortress.
It had undergone a qualitative change, so to speak.
By now, he was gradually coming to understand the characteristics of an Architect. Most buildings underwent a qualitative change when upgraded to a certain stage. For example, from Beast Trap to Earth Spike, from Arrow Tower to Arrow Fortress, and from Wooden House to Stone House.
But this stage wasn’t fixed.
So changed at Level 2, so at Level 3, and others at Level 4.
Each had its own rits.
He felt himself gradually growing to like this world. He kind of liked the idea of slowly building his own little world here, and then living out the rest of his life happily in his camp.
"..."
Chen Fan walked onto the City Wall, his expression dazed as he gazed at the distant horizon.
For so reason, he felt his emotions were a bit turbulent today.
Perhaps it was... he had been in such a tense situation since transmigrating that he’d had no ti to think about much else. Today, the thoughts he had long suppressed were surging, unable to be held back.
One of Zhou Mo’s n had died yesterday.
He hadn’t had a chance to ask the man’s na. He only rembered a young, dark-skinned boy whose clean-shaven chin had a bluish-black tint. He had seen Zhou Mo use his Big Saber to shave the boy’s stubble.
No one in the camp ntioned it again. There was no simple funeral, and no one asked about it. The camp continued to operate as normal.
Perhaps everyone had grown accustod to death.
Or perhaps everyone knew they were in the most perilous mont of their lives and didn’t want to disrupt morale.
’Soone always has to die.’
’No one lives forever.’
During their late-night talks a few days ago, Zhou Mo and Wang Kui had both spoken of their aspirations. He hadn’t. In truth, he... didn’t really have any great aspirations. He just wanted to build a camp that was safe enough, and living on in that camp would be good enough for him.
’He wasn’t much interested in things like saving the world or conquering all under heaven.’
’So what if I beca the sole king of the world? I’d still have to manage so many people. I might not even be as happy as I am now.’
’This world is pretty good.’
’At least, I’ve found the people to be decent. I feel like I haven’t really t any bad people. There was the man in the green robe who first told key information about the Wilderness, Wang Kui who brought the first batch of food and water, Zhou Mo who was ready to sacrifice his life to protect the camp shortly after we t, and La Monkey who follows with unwavering loyalty.’
’I think they’re all pretty great.’
’If I had to na an aspiration... ’
’...it would be to build a safe camp and be able to protect everyone well. Everyone trusts so much, and I don’t want to watch the people I know die one after another.’
’That would be good enough.’
As for Wang Mazi’s subordinate who had hoarded the Ghost Stones...
’Actually, I can completely understand him.’
’When he first joined the camp, those were his savings from many years. Wanting to keep a little for himself was only human. Later, when the camp was in danger and he wanted to take them out, he couldn’t.’
’He was painted into a corner.’
’It was like being forced down a path with no turning back.’
That was his guess.
After all, he had been on the City Wall at the ti and had actually seen how conflicted Wang Mazi’s subordinate was. The boy’s immature face had shifted constantly in the rainy night. At the ti, he had originally thought the young boy was agonizing over whether to volunteer to go outside the walls.
Looking back now, he was probably agonizing over whether to take out the stones.
Before he could decide, Zhou Mo had leaped from the wall.
After that, the at Worms’ Ghost Tide retreated.
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