The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The reconstruction work on the ruins of Black Wind Castle is in full swing.

The chaos caused by Zakro has led to many buildings collapsing, and the streets are filled with debris and scorch marks.

For the residents of Black Wind Castle, this disaster is terrifying, as they search for their lost homes on this scorched earth, with eyes full of caution and vigilance.

Among them, a group of strangely shaped skeleton soldiers are commanding the construction site.

Although these guys haven't made any terrifying roars, the eerie glow in their dark eye sockets and over their bones still sends shivers down the spines of goblins and Hell Dwarves.

"Tsk, Lord Demon King's servants are here again..."

A short goblin hides in a corner, timidly glancing at the group of skeleton soldiers, muttering quietly.

"These guys live deep within the Maze, who knows what they've got in their heads..."

"Heads? The Undead have no such thing?!" Another goblin squeaks in a low voice.

"Shh! Keep it down, don't let them hear you." The companion next to him pulls him cautiously.

Although the goblins of Black Wind Castle have never really interacted with these "servants of Lord Demon King," they've vaguely heard that these unusual skeleton soldiers are not just ordinary Undead, but a group of rogues from the fringes of Hell, working specifically for the Demon King, and they like to fiddle with inexplicable things—just like what they're doing today.

On the ruins of Black Wind Castle, players are implementing their grand "reconstruction plan."

If that epic battle earlier completely filled the combat profession players in the server, now it's the life professional players' turn.

The saying goes, you have to tear down to build anew, now is the time to get busy!

A skeleton player "clang" and spreads a rolled blueprint on the ground, the Soul Fire in his eyes burning intensely, clearly immersed in his "great ideas."

"You guys look! The tap water system!"

The skeleton soldier who doesn't seem very bright knocks on the blueprint with his sharp fingers and calls to the goblin engineer beside him, the Translation Crystal buzzing.

"Purification device, water supply pipes, water circulation processing system... As long as these are sorted out, Black Wind Castle's water environment can immediately improve a notch! I ask you, who can refuse the happy life of having clean water to drink every day?"

"...This, this is?! Engravings?! Unbelievable... This thing can actually be used like this..." The goblin engineer beside him stares at the blueprint, eyes shocked, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

He is one of the few local residents of Black Wind Castle who can understand the players' mindset, although his heart is still filled with confusion—how did these "country bumpkins" from the depths of the Maze think of such advanced constructions that sit between steam technology and Magic Power—but he has to admit, the design is indeed exquisite, not losing at all to the Magic Power Technology popular in Demon City.

"This... is indeed a good idea." The goblin engineer squints and strokes his cunning chin, contemplating, "Combining Magic Power Technology with steam power can reduce Magic Power consumption and improve system stability... If successful, Black Wind Castle's water usage could indeed experience a revolutionary leap."

Of course.

This is purely from a technical perspective.

Whether the Lord is willing to spend this much money on the goblins, he can't figure out.

Perhaps they could try installing a set at the Lord's Mansion first?

Upon hearing this, several skeleton players proudly pat their chests, bone creaking.

"What did I say? The NPCs in this game are easy to deal with, as long as you're as smart as me, you can lead the game's planners by the nose—"

"Boss is awesome!"

"666!"

However, just as the players are full of pride, the Hell Dwarves watching can't help but look confused.

A burly man with rough facial hair furrows his brow and in a muffled voice asks, "I don't understand, why do you want... uh, to purify the water you give to goblins? Why not just supply it directly?"

The skeleton players pause for a moment and suddenly jump up.

"What kind of heaven-defying comment is that?!"

"What do you know? Water pollution can cause epidemics! Goblins getting sick, productivity decline, workforce loss, Black Wind Castle's economic development would be severely affected! Lord Demon King's Vault would shrink! This is no small matter!"

"Yeah! If goblins get sick, they have to find a doctor for treatment, increasing medical costs, causing resource waste! In the long run, this is a major issue!"

"Moreover, have you considered that a healthy worker can do twice the work? For Black Wind Castle to develop, infrastructure must keep up! This is the inevitable trend of modern industrial society!"

The skeletons each wave their bone claws, eloquently explaining their grand industrialization concept to the Hell Dwarves.

The Hell Dwarves listen with question marks all over their heads, exchange glances, clearly not fully understanding.

But they seem to understand one thing—these skeleton soldiers from the Maze have a bunch of ideas completely different from theirs in their heads.

"...These guys, really think too much." A Hell Dwarf mutters softly.

Goblins have their own witch doctors; healing or not is a fifty-fifty chance, as long as they're happy, why bother?

Most Hell Dwarves are indifferent, but some old-fashioned sticklers who value tradition are blowing their beards and glaring.

In their hometown, goblins have things tied around their necks. Watching these disrespectful creatures running around the streets, they've already made a great sacrifice.