Ethan stood at the heart of a circular clearing. Jagged obsidian pillars surrounded him, rising from the cracked earth like the exposed ribs of some colossal corpse buried long ago. Before him sat his so called "Manor," a name the System applied with almost insulting generosity.
In truth, it was a cramped, single room hut constructed from warped grey planks and stacked slabs of slate. Nearby rested a campfire pit, empty of wood, its stones cold and lifeless.
He paid the structure no attention.
His focus was fixed on the translucent interface hovering before his eyes.
[Territory: Waste Land of Despair]
[Level: 1 (Village)]
[Lord: Ethan Hunt]
[Population: 0/10]
[Resources: Food (0), Wood (0), Stone (0), Iron (0)]
[Condition: Desolate. High danger of monster intrusion. Survival probability: 0.01%]
"Zero population," Ethan murmured, his voice was very calm. "Of course. Choosing the Forbidden Zone fringe means the System could not even find peasants willing to be dragged here."
