Supreme Bloodline Evolution System

Chapter 190: Relentless Building

Yet even all of this was still not the last thing Max wanted to do with his capital.

A city could not be only beautiful houses, clean roads, running water, and places where people could live comfortably. That was good, of course. That was already more than most people in this world probably ever dreamed of having. But Max did not want to build a pretty city that would look impressive for a few years and then fall the moment a stronger empire decided to attack.

No. If he was going to build Voidstar, then he would build it properly.

He wanted this place to become a paradise for those who lived under him, but also a weapon, a city that could not be broken open so easily no matter how powerful the enemy was. He had played quite a few games back on Earth, especially in PC cafes, which had once been his favorite escape from that rotten home of his. And that inspired him.

Back then, he had played city-building games and strategy games as a powerless person staring at a screen, pretending he was building kingdoms because his own life had nothing worth controlling.

But now, he was no longer staring at a screen.

The land below him was real. The people were real. And the kingdom he was building would be real as well.

His body shifted into his dragon-hybrid form as he rose into the sky, his wings stretching behind him while his dark brown eyes looked down at the growing city. His mana reserves were more than enough for this project, and with the crystals already buried through the ground, the entire place had begun to feel easier to control.

But before he continued building above the ground, he first needed to finish the things that would remain hidden beneath it.

Black crystals rushed down like rain and pierced into the soil. They sank deeper and deeper, spreading beneath the city in long lines that connected the roads, homes, water centers, future shops, workshops, barracks, and the massive empty circle in the middle where his citadel would stand.

These were not only pipes anymore.

The water and sewage system had already been separated, but Max wanted more than that. He wanted hidden mana veins beneath the city, emergency channels, defensive paths, and crystal lines that could carry his power if he ever needed to use the city itself as part of a formation. He did not fully know what he would do with it yet, but he knew enough to understand that adding the foundation now would save him trouble later.

It was like building in a game.

You did not wait until enemies arrived before thinking about walls, towers, roads, and supply lines.

You planned them before the first attack.

Max closed his eyes for a moment and tried to imagine where every house would stand, where every shop should be placed, where workshops needed more space, where barracks had to rise, and how every main road would eventually lead toward the center. He did not want the city to become a mess. He did not want random buildings placed everywhere until future generations had to suffer from his stupidity.

Rosalia rushed toward him not long after, carrying the information gathered from the citizens.

She had gone through the people, asking who needed shops, who needed workshops, who worked with fire, herbs, cloth, leather, stone, weapons, medicine, and food. Some wanted to be near the market roads. Some needed larger buildings. Some had no idea what they truly needed, because until today, they had only thought about surviving another day and had never imagined someone would ask them where they wanted their business to stand.

Max listened to every word.

By now, half a day had already passed, but his mind only became clearer.

The more Rosalia spoke, the more the chaos below turned into a map inside his head. Shops near the main roads. Workshops a little farther away depending on noise, fire, smell, and danger. Healer halls closer to the center. Storage buildings near the supply roads. Barracks at the corners. Gathering spaces between living districts. Wide roads for movement. Smaller roads for homes.

His fingers stretched out as he took a deep breath in.

Then he let it out slowly, as if pushing out all the worry and frustration sitting inside his chest.

His dark brown eyes focused on the ground.

And then, one by one, buildings began to rise.

The foundations came first, black crystal spreading beneath the soil before walls followed. Houses formed in organized rows, not all exactly the same, because Max did not want the city to look dead, but similar enough that he could build them faster. Some were smaller, meant for ordinary families. Some were wider, for larger households. Some had extra storage space. Some stood closer to future shops and markets.

After that came the shops.

They rose along the main streets, simple but strong, with wide fronts, storage rooms in the back, and space above for families who wanted to live near their work. Then came workshops, some with thicker walls, some with better ventilation, some placed farther from the living districts because Max did not want smoke, noise, or strange smells bothering families day and night.

He built healer halls closer to the center, large enough for beds, medicine rooms, storage, and future expansion. He built storehouses near the main roads, cool inside and strong enough to hold grain, weapons, meat, herbs, and materials. He built gathering squares where people could meet, rest, trade, or listen to orders when needed.

And the roads kept spreading between all of it.

Wide roads curved through the city, while smaller ones branched toward homes and shops. Beneath them, the hidden crystal veins remained connected, pulsing quietly with his mana.

Max did not rest.

He barely even stopped.

When his mana dropped, he pulled more from the sky and the land, forcing it through his body before pouring it back into the city. When his fingers trembled, he clenched them and continued. When his mind started growing heavy, Rosalia or Agnia forced him to eat something, and even then, he only ate enough to keep moving.

The people watched him for hours.

Then for days.

At first, they simply stared. Later, they began moving with him, carrying their belongings away from tents, waiting near the houses assigned to them, helping children stay away from the construction zones, and guiding the old or wounded toward the places where they would soon live.

By the end of the fifth day, the capital finally had a real shape.