Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

Dylan was a blacksmith in Olymus before he became a slave.

Before settling in Olymus, he was an apprentice in a fairly large city.

Also, before that, I was born and raised as a child of a city dweller.

At the age of 12, he lost his parents due to an infectious disease and went into a blacksmith’s boot that belonged to a guild, and spent a little over 10 years caring for him.

“yes?”

“I’ve learned something, so I can do it on my own. Good work.”

However, at the end of his 26-year-old winter, he was kicked out of the guild.

Not because he did anything wrong, but because he was old.

The guild wanted boots that were cheaper than apprentices with big heads.

‘Now what should I do?’

It was a life lived with only one hope of becoming a craftsman.

It collapsed in an instant, without warning.

Twenty-six years old, with nothing accomplished, all that was left was the few pennies he had saved from his side job and his invisible catch skills.

“A land flowing with milk and honey! You can have the land for free!”

Just in time, I saw a Pioneer Corps led by the Duke of Sudret.

‘Let’s go to the frontier.’

He had no home to return to and no one to look for.

Shouldn’t I do something rather than starve to death like this?

He joined the Pioneer Corps and introduced that he knew how to handle iron.

“You know how to work the night shift?”

That’s how he became the only blacksmith in Olymus.

Even if the craftsman did not study directly, the time he had been by his side for more than 10 years.

The skills required in the pioneering village were not great, and only those who could not even do that, so his talent stood out and he was extremely respected.

He got a wife and had children.

“…”

Dylan was happy.

It was a life that seemed to compensate for the lost youth.

10 years of belatedly getting back the lost 10 years followed.

I felt happiness that I had never felt when I was under my father-in-law.

The frontier village lacked everything, but there was no lack of heart.

I believed that what was lacking would be filled.

life will only get better,

He said he would live like this and end my life here.

Dylan, who thought so, now

He was a one-legged mine slave.

human god

Ears of barley sprouted and the smell was fragrant.

The pioneers who went out to the fields spontaneously hummed because they were excited about the good harvest.

At that time when everyone was smiling and bowing down to harvest,

A group of small dolls appeared on the horizon.

Orcs and Goblins.

The barley was on fire and an ear-piercing scream rang out.

The sight of a group of goblins pulling out a wife hidden in a crypt.

No, he shouts and runs to his wife, but his eyesight collapses.

A rusty dagger lodged deep in the calf.

A goblin holding a monstrous stone raises its arm,

“······omg!”

Dylan opened his eyes.

“dream···?”

Looking around with a blank face, he was riding in a carriage.

There were no roads in the plains, so the wagons running on the dirt roads rattled.

Each time his body shuddered with shock, his senses returned one by one.

Dylan raised his left hand and wiped his face.

‘It was a dream.’

Even a sigh of relief trembled.

“Ugh, uhhhhh!”

Dylan wasn’t the only one having nightmares.

Everyone in the carriage shuddered, closing their eyes and gritting their teeth.

‘I was finally freed, but my mind is still bound.’

I clenched my fists with both hands that did not stop shaking.

Even so, the trembling did not stop and spread through her arms and throughout her body.

“Ah, whoa…”

Dylan saw his wife, Maya, tossing and turning in his arms.

His face was full of scars, and his hair was torn without a single strand.

Both arms and legs were attached, but the ankle ligaments were torn.

At least this one was better than the others.

Those without limbs were the majority.

But Dylan couldn’t console himself by saying he was lucky.

“yes···.”

Maya put her left finger in her mouth and mumbled.

When she reunited with Dylan, she had gone mad.

Like a newborn baby, he lost his temper and laughed like a madman.

A disgusting race broke her heart.

Dylan carefully hugged his wife with an indescribable expression.

“right···.”

The next day we arrived at Olymus.

It was only a day’s drive away from Baguku’s garrison, which was regarded as a living hell.

There was a place that I thought of countless times every day on the street that day.

‘It has changed a lot.’

Dylan was surprised to see Olymus.

The image of Olymus he remembers was a simple farm village.

However, today’s Olymus had neither simplicity nor rural features.

It was becoming a small town.

‘There are no walls yet…’

When you think of a city, what comes to mind is a tall castle wall.

And the rural and other life zones formed within the city walls.

Olymus was not a city in that respect.

But there was a reason Dylan felt like a city.

Because the scale and standards have changed like a city.

‘Did they receive migrants?’

The population of Olymus had declined through several raids.

At the time Dylan was being hunted, the population was about 200 or so.

At first glance, the number of furniture seemed to have doubled.

‘If we are added, the number will exceed 1,000.’

Dylan turned his head to see the wagon train.

The line was really long, and each wagon was packed with people.

Judging from the eyes, there were hundreds of people riding in it, so it was uneasy whether Olymus could accommodate them all.

– You will live in Olymus.

I recalled the words of the human lord who saved them and the owner of Olymus.

The lord who destroyed the fearsome Orc captain and the horde of monsters.

A being with such ability would not have spoken in vain.

Dylan believed it, and hoped it would.

‘I can’t go through the same thing.’

Being on the Great Plains, Dylan knew hell wasn’t far away.

In order not to fall into hell, he had to be under the protection of the lord.

‘What I can do… I have to become a person needed in the territory…’

One leg was lost, but both hands were unharmed.

As long as I could hold the tongs and wield the hammer, it was fine.

He also had the mental strength to endure the hellish slave life.

‘Fortunately, they seem to need a lot of people.’

I saw areas divided by straight lines, such as residences, workshops, and farmland, and people busy working in those areas.

An Olymus developing like this would need him all the more.

“You can live here from now on.”

After getting off the wagon, they were assigned temporary housing.

It was small and shabby, but compared to sleeping with a corpse on, it was heaven.

In addition, they even distributed bread baked that day for three meals a day.

Dylan picked up Maya, who couldn’t walk, and laid her down in the room.

“Ah… ooh, ah.”

Maya is drooling and smiling brightly.

Dylan was emotional when he saw his wife, who couldn’t find her old self.

However, he didn’t show it and smiled after her.

At least he was able to laugh, because he was no longer a slave.

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The next day a familiar face came.

Kistler, was the village chief of Olymus.

“Welcome back.”

“You must be busy, but I’m sorry to come back like this.”

“If you were alive, that would have happened. Is that important?”

Kistler looked at Maya, who smiled brightly, and made a pitiful expression.

“It must be difficult. I have no one to take care of.”

“are you okay. Maya is calm.”

“Ooooh!”

As if to refute that, Maya screamed.

“Then can I go back to work?”

“Anything I can do.”

“I need your help. The lord brought a few blacksmiths, but they are too few.”

“I do.”

Dylan returned to the forge.

The workshop he had previously built was demolished.

The elf came and destroyed it, so it was moved while arranging the area.

It was regrettable that the traces he had once left here had disappeared.

But I quickly forgot about it and focused on my work.

The important thing for him right now is to settle down as a blacksmith,

To prove that he is the man necessary for the manor,

That’s why it was to receive the protection of the lord.

“Oh… you’re good at it.”

“Let’s do it in moderation.”

There were two apprentice blacksmiths like Dylan at the forge.

The two were brothers, energetic young men.

“Old man, those legs are not the right height. Will you make a new one?”

“That would be nice.”

“No, just give me the materials. I will make it.”

“Old man, please sit down. We’ll pull it out for you.”

I was out of my mind for a while.

Had to work in the forge by day,

I had to take care of my wife who couldn’t sleep at night.

At least it was a little better because I didn’t have to take care of my wife during the day.

The vassal of the lord decided to take care of people like Maya.

“Don’t worry, just go to work. I will take care of your wife.”

Dylan remembered that she was named Rachel, and that she was one of the vassals at the lord’s side in the garrison.

Dressed in a monk’s habit, she gathered Maya-like madmen at daytime and entered a building near the lord’s residence.

I heard that the building was originally intended to be used as a warehouse.

But what they were doing inside it, Dylan didn’t know.

It was embarrassing to ask questions, and he was busy with workshop work.

During the day, he worked in the workshop, and in the evening, he brought Maya as if he were going to find a child he had left behind.

“cadet!”

What is certain is that Maya’s appearance brightened.

So Dylan wasn’t worried.

“Your lord seems to be such a great person.”

During a break, he suddenly said that.

Since many workshops were close to each other, all the artisans gathered in one place and rested during breaks.

The artisans looked at Dylan silently.

“What kind of lord would treat a slave like this? Home, food, clothes, and even freedom. I always live with gratitude to the lord.”

“Ah, that way.”

The tanner scratched his beard and smiled shyly.

Other artisans had similar reactions.

“Well… that’s really great, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know how I got that skill than that.”

“I wonder if this friend made a fuss about being the incarnation of Vulcanistos.”

“hey.”

Vulcanistos.

After praising the lord, the god of technology suddenly jumped out.

When Dylan couldn’t keep up with the story, a craftsman brought the blueprints.

“The lord drew it.”

“Your lord?”

The drawings, drawn in graphite on parchment, were so detailed and meticulous that it was hard to believe they were drawn by a non-professional.

The overall shape of the product, the shape of each part constituting the product, the function and operating principle of the product, and the handling method are all included in the drawings.

‘Did you attach several pieces of metal with different functions to accomplish multiple tasks at once?’

“He drew right from the spot he was standing.”

“Huh…”

“And that is the finished product.”

When I saw the plow in the drawing in real life, I nodded my head.

I thought it was great to think of something so efficient.

“Awesome.”

“And he even showed me how to make this.”

Dylan’s eyes widened.

“directly? You said you made it?”

Hopefully, I wanted to.

He had been working with metal all his life, so he thought he was a section chief.

But the artisans’ eyes were serious.

“It’s not just the night shift. Whether it’s tanning or stonecraft… they’re all far below the lord. Even our teachers won’t be able to follow the lord with his skills.”

“…”

Is it possible to master multiple skills in one life?

Not at the level of a hobby or apprenticeship, but with a level of proficiency higher than that of an artisan.

Dylan was sure it was impossible, something was wrong.

However, he was silent because he saw that the artisans were not joking.

“I said Vulcanistos dwells!”

The carpenter shouted, beating his knees in frustration.

‘Vulcanistosra…’

Craftsmen take pride in their skills more than anyone else.

The artisan calls another an incarnation of Vulcanistos?

That’s a really great talent that can’t be acknowledged.

‘The lord must be a human.’

Dylan admired the lord of Olymus.

The benefactor who saved him and Maya from Hell.

The merciful One who gives them free gifts.

However, it was not enough to be worshiped as a god.

‘Humans are gods.’

But I felt like that out of the blue.

If there is a god, I would rather the lord be a god.

Horvidni Vulcanistosni couldn’t believe in a God who didn’t help him even once.

‘Is it time already?’

The sunset was setting.

I packed my tools and went to pick up Maya.

Because I arrived a little early, the warehouse was still closed.

Dylan waited outside when he heard a leak inside.

~♬

A tune I listened to every day when I was an apprentice in a big city.

However, it was a tune that could not be heard in Olymus.

‘chant···?’

I opened the door slightly and looked inside.

The first thing he saw was a podium, Rachel standing alone on it.

Rachel sang a hymn in a thin voice.

‘·······.’

People were lying or sitting in front of the podium.

People who are not all mentally intact like Maya.

They were either looking up at Rachel with a blank expression or singing along to a chant.

‘Maya···.’

Maya was in the front row.

Because her ligaments were torn, she stood on her knees.

She put her hands together and sang along to the chant.

No, it would be correct to say that he tried to sing along.

“Ah… ooh, whoa…!”

What came out was babble, not chants.

“You may go inside.”

I turned around and saw Kistler standing there.

“You seem surprised.”

“A little… did you know?”

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What is Kistler? Instead of asking, he smiled.

“I asked for it.”

“Are you okay? I don’t think you believe in Horvid.”

Neither did he praise Vulcanistos.

Horbidism is the state religion of Germania and Wallochia.

Few gods acknowledged that Horbid was not a heretic.

“It can be designated heresy.”

“I didn’t know you would worry about heresy.”

“Not me, but you…”

“You said he was a Horbid monk?”

Kistler muttered, at one time, with a bitter expression.

“People either serve or they don’t serve. And if you serve, you must serve humans, I think.”

“…”

Dylan opened his mouth, wondering if it was the devout friend.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you make that face. Maya will be kept separate if you wish. The care is the same, but I won’t make you attend the service.”

At Kistler’s suggestion, Dylan saw Maya.