Here we go again, I guess.
'Today marks the tenth day since I arrived in this brave new world. A lot has changed, but, it's not nearly enough.'
My grin widened as I stared at the heap before .
We were currently outside the village. By 'we', I ant every single townsfolk.
Of course, everyone was reverent enough to stay a good distance behind . The only people who maintained so level of proximity with were Sarah, Byron, and—surprisingly enough—Lucy.
The latter happened much to my dismay, but I couldn't piss off the strongest person in the village, now could I?
Anyone would wonder why every single resident in the developing town would leave the walls confining them and go on an excursion outside.
The answer was quite simple—it was because of the heap of rubbish that stood before everyone.
"A mountain of trash, uh…? Brings back mories…"
My world had junkyards where heaps and piles of garbage were dumped into.
Though this single pile was nothing compared to the mountainous heap in my world, it still evoked mories of my previously normal life.
The current junkyard was made of things I deed unfit for use when I was giving the town a makeover.
Not only did I get rid of the worn-out Tents and ragged clothing, but several appliances were also thrown away.
I replaced their primitive lifestyle with so level of civilization. That ant their old stuff had nowhere to go but here.
'Burning them would have been a waste and would have caused harmful pollution, so I had the people gather them here. To think it has reached such a degree…'
Our Village had expanded, and we also intended to grow further. To do that, we needed to get rid of this heap.
Of course, leaving sothing like this to fester was against my philosophy of hygiene, so our developnt plans aligned with my intentions.
"He—I an, Sam… what should we do about it?" The adorable Priestess asked with her wide eyes full of hope and innocence.
Byron also asked sothing similar, and the villagers behind were prepared to follow my orders to the letter.
I glanced at the only one who didn't make a comnt.
'This girl…' I made sure my glance was careful as I stared at her.
Lucy said nothing.
She simply stared at with her round, crimson eyes. Even though no words were uttered, I could sense the great pressure of expectation emanating from the girl.
"You all do not need to do anything. Leave this to ." I finally gave my response with a confident smile.
"Sarah… you have the materials I require, don't you?"
"Yes, S-Sam… here."
As instructed, the Priestess brought out two vials filled with my most valuable tools—of course, not counting my Grimoire.
'Mana Chalk and rcury… perfect! But, hmmm?' I stared at the two vials, noticing sothing odd.
"The quantity seems a bit small. What's the problem?" I looked at the Priestess, who looked a little uneasy.
'What's going on, don't tell —?!'
I used [Five Seconds Rule] to look into the future and found out the reason.
"Ah, I see…" I quickly added, cutting Sarah off from her speech.
It was stupid of not to realize it sooner. To cover up my stupidity, this was the most effective ans I could utilize.
"The Mana Chalk and rcury have run out, haven't they?"
Sarah nodded nervously.
'Shit! I should have thought of this!'
Since resources were finite, it was common sense that these things would be exhausted with the way I had been using them so often.
"As expected…" I murmured, garnering looks of praise and reverence from the audience.
It would be bad news if they realized that my oversight had caused such a fatal error.
The only way I could turn things around was to make it seem as though I had foreseen everything from the start.
My actions here would probably co back to bite in the long run, but this was the best I could co up with at the mont.
"Hmph. It's no problem. This much will do." I smiled at Sarah, who was beginning to tremble in my presence.
She handed the materials over to , and I decided to work my Magic.
Thanks to the constant utilization of Runes, my Skill [Runecrafting] had Leveled Up considerably.
It was effective to the point that I could efficiently use a smaller amount of materials to achieve my desired result.
'This amount is cutting it close, but I should be able to make do with it…'
My initial plan was to resolve everything on my own, but since the ingredients were lacking, I would end up needing the aid of everyone to supplent the effects.
"First, let design the Circle."
And that I did.
By creating a Magic Circle around the heap and replicating the drawing I morized from my Grimo—I an, Tablet—I could conclude the first portion of my plan.
And what plan was that? The answer was RECYCLING!
Why the heck would I just throw away junk without thinking of any good use for them? Sure, they were old and worn out, but Magic was an amazing concept.
Certainly, there had to be a good use for them!
"Remain where I position you." As soon as the Circle was done, I arranged for a select few individuals to stand in specific locations outside the circle.
Their job was to insert their Mana into the Magic Circle to complint the Mana Chalk that was used.
That would, in turn, energize the rcury. Once that was done, the Magic Circle would handle the rest.
>SHIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG<
The result was magnificent—just as I expected.
The blue glow of the Magic Circle enveloped the pile of garbage, filling it with miraculous energy.
Slowly, the heap began to change form—molding itself according to the design I designated.
"It's birth… is nigh…" I said smiling, watching in suppressed excitent.
Everyone marveled at the miraculous sight, and I even saw so people bowing in response to the ergence of the giant figure that was being made.
After a while of waiting, it was finally complete.
"I-it's a miracle!"
"T-to think the things we thought were worthless could… birth this…"
"I was so foolish to have suggested burning everything!"
Everyone marveled before the hulking figure that now stood dormant within the Magic Circle.
Even Lucy, who was silent the whole ti, finally uttered a soft whisper to fully express how she felt.
"A-amazing…"
Indeed! It was truly a fine work of art—the best I could produce from useless pieces of trash.
"A Magic Golem…" My voice was calm, as though stating a simple fact.
Its body parts were a culmination of the old and rusty parts of the properties of everyone—so it wasn't exactly top-tier.
Still, having a 10-Ft Golem at my beck and call wasn't a bad deal, either.
"I think I'll call it Jason."
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