Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 85: Evolution

During the month passing on Demadur Island, many things occurred.

Firstly, Midas was not bluffing when he said he wanted to make this island into a new kingdom.

His eagerness to begin the project was even enough to surprise his closest subordinates.

The first and most important step was ordered to be completed by him immediately.

This was rebuilding the forges within Karak-O.

After rescuing all of the orcs that remained alive, Midas had a force of nearly a thousand brutes under his control.

In the beginning, they were hesitant to contribute to their new master. However, Dorhal’s efforts of persuasion were enough to quickly change their minds over the weeks.

After all, Dorhal wasn’t someone who would ever betray them. If what he supported could lead to good things, his followers would listen to him wholeheartedly.

The orcs were quickly put to work in the duties of smithing. Forges burned brighter than ever before inside of Karak-O due to the Blood Essence they could use.

Midas had asked for a dozen sacks full of Blood Essence for a reason. The amount was not small, as stated by Bzzrt himself, to take several decades to collect.

During the orc siege, they hadn’t even used a quarter of their supply. Midas had planned for this, of course.

Now, the essence could be used to power forges and make them burn crimson red like never before.

The iron within Karak-O was plentiful and easily harvestable. This was especially the case with the giant mosquito soldiers, giving a helping hand to make the process much quicker.

However, as the weeks passed, Midas also sent a group of orcs, goblins, and mosquitoes to harvest as much ore from within Sergalas’s Cavern as they could.

The venture was dangerous, but Midas had full trust in Gool and Dorhal, who were the leaders of the mission.

The company managed to sneak around Sergalas, who seemed to be in a deep slumber within the heart of the cave.

"After we lost to Sergalas, it dove into its pile of skeletons and began another slumber," Dorhal said to Gool.

Gool’s eyes widened with surprise on hearing this.

"A slumber!? That serpent usually only goes into a slumber every decade or so and doesn’t wake up for that exact amount of time. I guess that’s quite convenient for us!" Gool retorted, happy about this new discovery.

Of course, the danger was still present. It wasn’t as though a slumber meant the Water Drake was deaf or anything.

Still, this made their mining projects much simpler. Within one of the outer large cave chambers, mineshafts were quickly built.

They pumped out materials that were dug out by goblins and orcs alike. The materials were carried on giant mosquito backs and taken to the Karak-O mountain range to be smelted for even better armory.

Blades and armor were quickly pumped out and distributed among Midas’s army as the weeks passed.

His goblins were the first to receive their upgrades. They were bestowed with armor made of refined iron and other precious metals.

The armor wasn’t heavy or unbreathable. It was mostly leather armor that was complemented with metal shoulder, knee, elbow, shin, and other types of guards.

Due to the greater ores found within Sergalas’s cavern, the iron equipment was about fifteen percent better than if it were to be made of normal steel.

Yemo was, of course, the one to figure this statistic out, as he began experimenting with new technology almost immediately following the mining expeditions within Sergalas’s Cavern.

Along with armor, the goblins received steel daggers of shiny white quality.

Their power, albeit little, was now far more effective and lethal in combat.

The mosquitos were given hand blades to sheath their two front hands--a technology crafted by Yemo himself. They were also clad in loose metal and leather armor.

Finally, the orcs also received an upgrade compared to their previous equipment due to the better quality material.

Weapon and armor upgrades didn’t just extend to Midas’s followers, however.

He, too, managed to get a weapon upgrade. After Dorhal’s surrender, Midas picked up Dormon’s second scimitar. This one also shrunk to fit in his hand.

Seeing this, Dorhal walked up to the player.

"Lord Midas, I see you have taken an interest in these weapons. It is a smart decision, if I were to have a word." Dorhal said, nodding with approval.

"I thought they were made of a very good quality. Why, is there something more to these blades than meets the eye?" Midas asked, curious now.

Dorhal smiled.

"Indeed. These blades are Black Blade Scimitars. They are no ordinary weapons. They are the swords of the first-ever white orc king of Karak-O, Ekes Kaiba. By him, they were named the Duel Blades of Black Death. Or otherwise called: Black Reapers." Dorhal said, taking Midas aback slightly.

"These blades were forged within the heart of the Karak-O mountain, deep below the ground where a terrifying energy lay. There, a source once powered this fountain." Dorhal glanced back at the dry fountain behind him.

"They are of a material unfound in even Sergalas’s Cavern, able to slice through pure iron with ease. Throughout the generations of kings, they have been passed down. Dormon was meant to hand it over to the king line of kings... but it has landed in your hand now. I suppose it is fitting, since you are the king of this region, and all other respective regions of Demadur now..." Dorhal said.

Midas chuckled, "Well, that’s good to know." He grinned, quite satisfied.

Along with the new weapons, he also got an armour upgrade from his old chitin armor.

Within a month, the power of Midas, the player, had skyrocketed. He now held a force at his fingertips that was terrifying in numbers and capability.

However, he did not let this condemn him. He made sure that there was a balance in his rule, one that made sure all parties involved were equally taken care of.

Orcs carried the brunt of the labour tasks, being the main force behind mining and moving heavy objects.

Goblins were good on foot, but not overly helpful in any other way. They were also enlisted into labour, doing all they could to assist.

The giant mosquitoes were great at their jobs, supplying food and water to all beings under Midas’s rule.

Things were looking great for Midas.

Currently, he stood over the three-dimensional map of Demadur Island.

Around the table on which the map lay were others as well. Dorhal, Bzzrt, Yemo, Gool, and a few other representatives of each creed joined him as they conversed.

"Instead of Demadur, I’ll be giving this island a new name," Midas said, his eyes gazing across all members present.

Not a soul looked to disagree with Midas’s proposition.

"What would you name it?" Gool asked, letting his curiosity get the best of him.