"How is the transformation and re-dressing of the divine machine going?"
"According to the report, the experimental product has been produced and is undergoing actual combat testing. Once the testing is completed, it will be quickly installed in the hands of all divine machine users." The top commander of the base standing in front of Muria said respectfully.
Although he didn't understand it fully, what he knew so far was enough for him to maintain the greatest awe. This existence really had the power to save their world.
So, he took the courage to personally ask a being named Dragon what kind of name he should appropriately express his respect for.
"Well, the sooner the better, don't delay for too long." Muria just asked casually and responded. His attention is now focused on planting trees, which is related to the success of his plan.
"yes!"
"Now it's time for you to do the second thing."
"Please give your orders."
"From now on, all scavengers outside the base city will be accommodated without restriction." Muria said calmly.
"This..." After hearing Muria's order, the base commander raised his head in astonishment, and then showed a look of embarrassment on his face, "Now, when the Glory Base City was originally designed, it could only accommodate a population of 80,000.
The actual number of residents is now close to 120,000, which is almost half of the design standard."
Although as a subordinate, he should do his best to carry out all the orders of his superiors, and he should find a way to solve the difficulties of the order by himself, but this order is really beyond his own solution scope.
If he forcefully accepts the task in order to please this being who has the power to save the world, then the final result will inevitably be that he messes everything up and offends this being who is no different from a god.
Instead of doing this, it is better to face the pressure and speak out about the problems that he cannot solve. Knowing that he cannot complete the task and still running to resist it is quite stupid behavior.
"Well, I know. The existing base city cannot meet the housing needs after accommodating scavengers, but it can be expanded a second time based on the existing base city."
Living needs can be solved through expansion, which is a no-brainer. No matter which base city is there, it is being expanded all the time.
But expansion is not just talk. The base city will become larger and can accommodate more homeless people, but it will also attract more and stronger wild beasts to attack. Without corresponding defense capabilities, expansion is courting death.
But the situation is different now. With such a god-like being sitting in charge, Glory Base City can fully bear the external pressure after expansion.
But there is a very critical and fatal problem, which is to unconditionally accommodate the scavengers wandering around the base city. No matter which senior base city official issues such an order, he will be reprimanded or even directly replaced.
"Next, although there is no clear data, it is roughly estimated according to the database that once there is no bottom line for containment, it is conservatively estimated that the population of the base city will surge to more than three times the current number in a short period of time. The housing problem can be solved through expansion.
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But food is a big problem. We are now implementing a food rationing system. After the population of the base triples, everyone will starve. Famine will inevitably occur within three months at most."
"Well, are there any other problems that you think can't be solved?"
"There are also management issues. The scavengers living outside the base city are different from the humans who have lived in the base city for a long time."
The base commander hesitated for a while, as if he was debating whether to say what he was thinking, but he gritted his teeth and quickly made a decision.
"Strictly speaking, these scavengers are ferocious beasts in human skin. They have no sense of propriety, integrity, and morality. There is nothing wrong with containing a small number of people, but there will definitely be big problems if they are not restricted."
"Well, I understand, you don't have the ability to take in scavengers on a large scale." Muria nodded, expressing understanding of the difficulties faced by these humans, "Then you just need to take in and place them, and I will solve the rest."
"Yes." After hearing this, the commander felt relieved. The current mission requirements were already very low. What was really difficult was follow-up management and food. Since this being had already taken over, they didn't have to worry.
"Well, how to solve the problem of food?" After the top commander of the base city left, Muria fell into deep thought. In his eyes, public security management was not a problem at all. The problem was food.
Yes, the seemingly inconspicuous food problem has troubled Muria. Because the power of Titans tends to be destructive, and after being promoted to an epic, this destructive power has become stronger.
Muria is also considered a leader in this aspect. While he is an Epic Titan, he also swallows up the remaining power of another Epic Titan.
Just by hearing the name of the Demon God of Seven Plagues and his past as an enemy of a Blazing God, you can tell that this is an epic story about how to strengthen himself. His power is undoubtedly inclined towards destruction.
rather than create.
In this world that has been eroded by evil gods and has undergone a catastrophic species change, it is impossible to grow crops on a large scale under normal circumstances.
The base city cultivates crops by simulating the environment before the catastrophe. In this way, the output is quite limited and can only meet the needs of a small group of people. Most people still eat synthetic food.
Even if the current base city does not need to worry about the external environment, it will still take time to arrange a large-scale artificial planting base to obtain food and synthetic food raw materials.
The food during this period needs to be provided by Muria. In this regard, Muria found that he had no particularly good way to solve the problem.
The total area of his demiplane exceeds three million square kilometers, which is comparable to the kingdom of some weak gods. However, although the area is large, there is no room for ordinary plants.
His demiplane is filled with elite legions in a sleeping state, as well as a small number of extraordinary plants and a large number of elemental crystals for emergencies. There is nothing that ordinary humans in this world can use.
If it were in the world of Erathia, just a god with weak divine power related to the priesthood such as [harvest], [planting], and [farming] could easily solve the food problem of mortals.
But the current Muria is not good. Of course, this does not mean that other epics are not good. It can only be said that the current Muria is still too immature for the epic level.
In fact, everything a god can do can be achieved by epics as long as they are willing to spend energy, time, and invest resources. But the reverse is not true. The priesthood determines the ceiling of a god's strength and the scope of its reach.
Epics are more omnipotent than gods. Of course, this omnipotence comes at a price. But compared to gods, they don't even have the chance to pay the price.
"I can evolve the earth that breeds all things and the water that nourishes all things."
Muria frowned and thought. He raised his palm, and a small earth-yellow mud ball and a clear and pure water ball appeared on his palm, circling and entangled with each other.
This is a power that Muria had never controlled before devouring the Seven Plague Demon Gods. For him, the laws of water and earth belong to a completely new realm.
In the Seven Calamities Demon God, the laws of water and earth are used to destroy. The law of water represents tsunamis, while earth represents earthquakes, landslides and other natural disasters. For the Seven Calamity Demon Gods, power is used to destroy.
of.
But in Muria's eyes, these two elemental laws are more suitable for creation. There is no difference between good and evil in power itself, the difference lies entirely in the user.
No matter what kind of power it is, if it is used for good, it will be good, and if it is used for evil, it will be evil. Whether it is cholera or the blessing of all things, it all depends on the thought of the most powerful person.
"Control of power does not necessarily require fighting." Muria stared at the two small balls in his hands. The turbid yellow earth ball collided with the pure blue water ball.
A power that makes people feel extremely comfortable emanates from it. This is the power of life. However, this power is growing rapidly. When it seems to be giving birth to something, it suddenly collapses, just like a building without a foundation.
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"Creation of the Void, I am still some distance away from this realm." Muria looked at the inconspicuous clay ball in his hand and muttered to himself. He did not care about this failure.
This is just a small attempt on his part. Failure is normal. On the contrary, success is incredible.
"Now let's learn how to use these powers to accelerate the growth of plants!"
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On the barren land, some very common crop seeds were sown by a small palm, and clear water fell from the sky out of thin air, nourishing the earth.
Then, in the sky above this wasteland, a small fireball condensed. The color of the fireball quickly darkened, with a faint golden color on the edge, until the light falling on the ground looked the same as sunlight.
Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, crisp and crisp wheat sprouts emerged from the earth. They were growing very gratifyingly and looked very happy.
But in this wasteland where time seemed to have been accelerated hundreds of times, these wheat seedlings were growing rapidly, and when they were about to mature, everything came to an end, and the mature wheat seedlings were instantly destroyed into powder by a powerful force.
"It failed for the 76th time. There were not enough nutrients. When the plant matured, there were too few ears of wheat. It was as worthless as a weed."
A young man appeared in this wasteland, looking down and murmuring to himself. What he wanted to do was not as simple as he imagined. He knew that it was difficult to create things from nothing, but he did not think of accelerating crops.
The difficulty of growing is actually not small.
"But it's okay. If you try it a few more times, you will be successful. By then it will be trivial to appear as the god of harvest in other worlds."