Having bought a reasonably fine piece of property for Sparia and his members, Epsilon felt good about himself. He smiled as he thought of their words and eyes filled with gratitude. In one week, they would begin to move to their land and build their home there permanently, most likely.
Just two days had passed since the time he bought the land, and Sparia had already contacted some merchants and the Werfur race for trading. Sparia knew there would be many things and simple resources they needed for building their home and places for the race itself. He knew some things could not be passed over.
After buying the land, Epsilon gave them an additional 100,000 Ether Stones, which was a huge amount for them, at least for beginners. They had already started buying people from the Blue Tear City and the government and started working with other organizations for different purposes such as road construction, food production, machinery production and such things.
With the technology and spaceship of the Green Spider race, they were not threatened by any mage or bandit organization or even ordinary bandits for that matter.
All the leaders of other organizations knew that in the end, they had come from the sky and space. If they had the means to travel across space, they were not to be taken lightly. There were many other people and places they could find and pillage if needed.
After so much happened around him, Epsilon finally looked at his courtyard and smiled as he inhaled a quiet breath. His courtyard had turned empty without any people or Green Spiders. It was all back to normal.
After some thought, he decided to busy himself and used a basic mind-ability, which he had created using his magical power and imagination, and started watching the Crowia people. As they were the race he created, it was not questionable for Epsilon to look at what they were doing or so he firmly believed.
Since he wanted more details, he had also used a visual ability to observe them better. It might sound simple and easy for Epsilon but in reality, it was not. He was essentially watching a different dimension, from the dimension he was in, without any time delay.
Of course, the ability of his ‘eye’ came from the same ability he used for teleportation. The eye ability used the quantum field to send him images and live descriptions of the land. It was not that he could not teleport there and look at what they were doing with their life. It was just that people usually did not know what to expect from life. His showing up all the time, for the Crowia people, would make them feel safe and it might come in the way of them improving themselves. They would feel that in the end they were protected by their creator and remain in a comfort zone.
Epsilon wanted them to improve their power without any external help. He already gave them intelligence, a physical build and even a production facility that steadily generated Ether Stones for them so that they could use the Void Market to buy what they needed.
If they were aware that Epsilon kept an eye on them, protecting them, they would not have the hunger in their soul for more power and knowledge. Epsilon wanted them to use everything they got to improve their standing.
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King Crowia was looking around and took a deep breath. Three days had passed and they had got 300 Ether Stones. The island they were on was small and did not have any flora. King Crowia, with his intelligence, understood the reason why they were created, and then living, on this stone island.
It was because it had no usable land and was barren that no other race would be interested in it. This would largely eliminate any problem that could emanate from living or interacting with other races and organizations in the same space.
King Crowia knew that they had no power for the time being and would have no conflicts with any other race. Their number was only 300 and many things were needed to be done.
The food problem was dealt with by the Food Production unit as their race could fly and dive into the big ocean to find fish for themselves. King Crowia took a deep breath and opened the Void Market for the first time to purchase some simple materials such as wood and other tools.
These were some basic requirements as they had no other way to gather resources on the island they were living on.
‘Stone Dimension – Stone Island Of Crowia – 3KM (Offshore – West Side)’
In the peaceful waters of a lost part of the ocean, lies the wreck on the West Side Crowia Island Ocean, 3KM west. A ship, once the proud possession of a rich merchant, hundreds of years ago; she had not stood the test of time well. There were gaping holes all along the hull. The cold waters helped preserve what remained of her but various fish kept her company even if to them she was merely a safe harbor for their young. She seemed to have a calming effect on them. Each one of them was in no rush to claim the entire ship as their own.
The Serapis did not make for the prettiest of sights from a distance. She seemed more like a scar on the otherwise pristine, sandy floors. She still stood upright for the most part and her remaining sails swung in the gentle currents. A couple of chests and leftover barrels, that were perhaps personal reminders of the crew now lost to time. Mundane items and trade goods were all that could be seen through the cracks and gaps in the wood.
No bones or other human remains could be found. Most likely, because they made it out in one piece but the waters might have still taken them elsewhere.
