The expansion of the Mining Haven was moving at a pace that would have made a traditional kingdom's labor guild weep with envy.
My 65-kilo CEO body was finally back in its element, vibrating with the kind of high-stakes productivity that usually results in a massive quarterly dividend.
From the ridge of the mine, I could see the beautiful, organized chaos of my territory. Down in the valley, the bandit families had begun to arrive in earnest.
It was a sight to behold—rugged children and grizzled elders who had spent their lives in the shadows were now digging into the dark, rich earth to start communal gardens.
I had personally authorized the distribution of Agro-Standard Seed Packets: fast-growing root crops, mana-infused wheat, and hardy vegetables designed to survive the high-altitude climate.
