Dismantling the snake wasn't that hard, the hard part is the damn animals around me, I can't keep all of this loot for myself that would be naive.

Especially when I'm just starting. So I grabbed the liver, heart and anything interesting from the snake's body, took the ginormous skull and a few rib pieces then set off.

I can't build a base near the snake. What I do have right now are several pieces of meat, wrapped in plants. I'll need more means to store things.

Anyway, I started building the base. My current location is quite a distance from the corpse of the snake, it's where most trees are destroyed thanks to the rampage of that beast.

I started collecting the wood that was struck down and storing it in one place. After that task, I tried to flatten the land but the roots of those trees made it strong. So instead, I'll just let it be.

Before I claimed territory, I started lifting the earth. A place to put my foundation, the woods are also processed into planks, after a few more minutes of work I checked my SE.

SE: 1,239

This isn't good. Processing things is expensive with my own power. I'll need to hunt again but this time let's be prepared and stop using only rocks.

With the branches cut off from the processed wood, I started thinning them out, not able to believe that I had to start from the wood age.

Anyways, wooden handles. I also took some rocks and processed them, with a triangular shape and jagged edges. Hopefully, that is enough when killing something.

Hopefully, I could find some obsidian somewhere, those are sharp and much easier to process. I took a look at my SE.

SE: 670.

Oof.

Carrying on, I looked around going for a hunt when I thought of the snake I hunted, I went back to its location to see some creatures feasting on it. There are a few things that made me interested though.

Two groups of monkeys are fighting over food. Those are at the tail of the snake while the ones who were on the body are a Jaguar or a Leopard.

The others are scavengers, like condors or some type of land mammal that I have no name for. I set my eyes on the monkeys, I'm on a hunt this time so I'll just kill them without harvesting their meat.

I created about 6 spears, most of them with rocks as blades only tied with strong vines. I aimed at the monkeys, even waiting for an advantageous position where I could hit multiple of them.

There are 11 monkeys in total, 5 on one side and 6 on the other. I have no plans on taking them all on, only snowballing the fight.

I aimed and when the conflict between two monkey groups ensued I fired. It struck one monkey, the spear pierced its back to its front chest and hit one more monkey as it struck its hips.

I didn't give them any respite. I aimed and shot again, the spear going for the head at the shocked monkeys that were not spaced out, hitting another monkey in the head and having collateral damage in the process.

Down to 7 monkeys, when they got their shit together the monkeys started spreading apart and soon vanishing in the forest.

[1,200 SE+]

[1270 SE+]

[2,010 SE+]

[1,190 SE+]

Nice I got 5,000+ SE from that one go. 6,280, in total if you add the remaining SE. I could go for more but I'm not going to push it, I went back to my camp and continued my work.

***

[Year 6]

The god has gone silent, but not without giving us tasks. Maybe it has seen what we need that it left us with such tasks.

"Chief!"

Imai looked to her left, thank god her eyesight wasn't as bad as her aged legs. It has been six years. Six years since they came to Foreline village and back from Marshland village.

She has helped the chosen children, Kavo, Mari and Kasha with all she could do. Despite those rewards she couldn't help but feel pity, they were such a waste of her. She's old, a century old, it was already rare for her to live this long.

"Hello, Asmai."

She mustered some voice out of her withered throat.

"Chief… you're…"

"Yes, I'm nearing my end."

"You were a great chief. I'm pretty sure our ancestors will receive you with open arms."

"Hopefully." She chuckled dryly.

"Papa?"

Imai's gaze fell on the young boy who interrupted their moment, it was a kid, four years of age, with brown skin, and dark hair but brown eyes, one that he got from his father.

"Ah, Chief this is Yaro."

"I'm not the chief anymore."

"Ah, sorry. It's been a habit all those years. Just allow me to call you that."

"Fine."

Asmai lifted Yaro, up to his lap. He had proper clothing, unlike the village 4 years ago the Foreline village now had proper clothing, made from the fur of their Yaks, their fur grew in length like a woman's, so it's not so hard to tie them up to a cloth.

"Go now, Asmai, it's a good thing that the Foreline Village and our Marshland village have reconnected. But this is as far as I can go."

"It was a shame, but rest well Chief."

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"That, I will do."

Asmai ruefully smiled, he then placed a hand on his son's head, ruffling it slightly. Both of them left the Chief's mud house. Foreline Village has been in harmony ever since it connected with the Marshland Village.

There were new jobs that came with the union, the Yak and Chicken farmers, and the Ikkin caretakers, the boost in food sources and resources made life easier in the Foreline village. The Marshland also provided different kinds of Food as well, but it's not accessible to the Foreline village as seafood doesn't last that long.

The distance between the Foreline Village and the Marshland Village is quite far. They have to traverse the Farwide plains, get through the Zigzag Hills and pass through the Greenback Swamp to get to the Marshland Village.

It's quite far but thanks to that they have connected to their lost family or relatives. There's a reason why Hadro wanted to be reconnected, they thought, they also decided to keep the Marshland village instead of migrating.

Shaka was making traps, a simple hole in the ground covered by loose leaves, in the middle, a live-moving worm was tied in a string of Yak fur. The worm is moving, something that Shaka wants, it would be valuable bait for whatever comes in here will fall into the pit.

"Shaka!"

Shaka turned around, smiling as she saw her husband, she was just finishing her final touches on the trap. She got up and moved walking towards Asmai.

"Setting traps?"

Asmai asked, to which, Shaka nodded in affirmation. He held out a hand to help her, the unbalanced grounds were not to her liking.

"Where is Yaro?"

"Probably playing with the other kids."

Shaka looked around, and sure enough, she saw them. She also saw her sister, Kasha, who is now 13 years old. Ever since she was given the skills she tried to understand more of them.

It was two years ago that she finally completed her task and got her new skill. Kasha had taught a few kids in the process and their medium the loose dirt on the ground along with a stick.

It wasn't the best but the most cost-effective one, charcoal from wood would be a good material but she uses them sparingly, teaching the kids with drawings on the ground is much better than sparse charcoal.

Even though she is limited, she still makes progress.

"Kasha," Shaka called.

"Hi, Sister." Kasha smiled as she was called.

"How's teaching others with our Language?"

"It was easy, with games they learn fast."

Kasha improvised, with limited tools, she instead used carving on pieces of wood, where she placed words such as the sun, tree, mother, father etc. it was easy to use and it lasted for much longer. With the wooden pieces, she played ‘find the word’ with the kids her age or younger, she would scream the word and the kid who found it first would win, a simple game.

It's a nice form of exercise.

"Well, how's your task?"

"It's already done, [Wikipedia] is better than I thought."

"How so?"

"It displays the description of words and what they mean, there are also synonyms, words that have the same or close meanings to the same word. Antonyms which are the exact opposite."

"That's useful, I guess that will help you do better?"

Shaka tries to get involved in the things her sister likes, whilst she doesn't understand much she at least tries to be a part of it.

"It is!" Kasha raised her hands and chuckled.

The sisters got into a small talk before they both went home together.

***

It was a steady process. I flattened the land, dug with what I had and made a solid foundation. I don't want my territory to be flimsy.

I have to create a domain here. After creating a domain I would be able to do a lot of things, a portal to the Mortal Dimension and back to the Abyssal Dimension.

Also, I forgot to mention, that my SE generation here is 0.87 per day. It's better than in the Mortal Dimension. A small fraction of SE for my pocket.

If my suspicions are correct I need to move fast, thankfully according to the abyssal info I could cushion the manpower, the thing I have in mind is a creature gods could create. They're called an Astator but I'll call them my Aidens since ya know, Aide.

The log fell in place as I slotted it in the hole I dug, the moment it got in I started filling the crevices with the dirt I dug. It was an arduous process, thankfully I have particles as my power or else this work would be harder.

I made a simple, but large bonfire, logs circled effectively in a circle

It's a structure of a bonfire, logs circled as much as they could and the empty spaces are filled with rocks. It has enough space for me to sprawl my legs and enough room to wiggle them around.

Once I had my general space I started sending my SE, claiming my domain.

[Domain claimed.]

After the system prompted new information filled my noggin, I could now make my Aidens, the problem being, they're 1,000 SE each. That's at least one C-rank skill.

Well, anywho, I wanted comfort for now. I felt like a slave working nonstop in this Abyssal Dimension, I was gone for 10 days! 10 days I say!

Now I wonder what my followers are up to, I'm curious, really curious. But first. I checked around and made sure that there was a clearing for about 30 metres around my domain. I don't want any sudden attacks away from my sight, I made it that large since animals in the abyss are huge.

Since I applied my domain I just opened a gateway back to the Mortal Dimension. Oh, myself.

I looked around and the town was bustling. What—WHAT DID I MISS?!

Yaro, Mari, and Shaka are 17 years old, one year away from their coming-of-age ceremony. A hundred mud houses were built for people and my altar has been changed, its design was better and wider.

[All offerings turned to SE]

[Claiming all SE]

[107,091 SE+]

My jaws hung wide, I earned more from offerings than hunting those things in the Abyssal Dimension, but, it took 10 years, 10.

I was gone for 10 days I thought, only for the dilation to come hit hard. The Foreline villagers have proper clothing now unlike back in the day.

They also started cultivating crops and herding animals. This is a good thing, I looked around, where's the old lady? I sighed and decided to use the quest system for someone.

"H-huh?!"

[Quest]

-explain what happened in the last 10 years, summarised. This quest can be finished with the help of others.

Reward: spirit 1+

~

"Hadro has returned!" The guy said, "Hadro has returned!" He repeated.

That naturally got the attention of the villagers, they started flocking to the guy I just gave a quest. Well, I could somewhat understand why this is happening, I've gone radio silent all those years and now I've come back all of a sudden.

Oh well, I'd be relieved too if my relatives suddenly showed their presence after a long time of silence. But this time it's different since I'm a god and all.

"What has our god tasked you with?"

"A summary of what happened after 10 years."

Questions were thrown left and right, something that I found amusing, well at least the guy did his task. 10 years have passed.

The chief that I assigned, Imai, has passed away, but not before she could teach someone to be a chief and also finish my quest given to her.

There is now a proto-militia type of organisation in the village, the hunters are slowly losing their prestige as hunters since food is no problem anymore but rather they become the guardians of the village as the dungeon in the forest is starting to spew out more monsters than usual, it's concerning.

They also have connections to the marshland village, going there once every 3 months as the terrain isn't favourable. I need to pay attention to that side as well since transport is going to be a real thing in the future.

I started scouting, and the populace also bumped up to 200 but that's barely enough. I just sighed, but that's fine, since there aren't a lot of people, specialising them in one job is going to be easy.

Right now, people need to have their foundation built. I gave three healthy people some quest, to find some ores, copper to be exact.

That's the first metal humans ever used, copper is easy to find due to their features, rusty, orange or teal-like surface gives the perfect markers.

I could project the images on their head so it would be easy for them at least, now they would need something to write on, I need them to make paper, and to do that a lot has to be done.

I need to find pulp for paper making and metal for tools, and I need to impart knowledge. In general, magic is strong, but over-relying on something that goes away eventually is not ideal. If only one person knows how to make rope then when he dies rope making is over.

I'm overthinking it. I need to take this slow, step by step.

I sighed, too much work. I need assistants, I'm going to make my first Aiden, it's pretty much needed at this point. Someone had to watch the Marshland village, someone had to scout, and someone had to give tasks.

I only have one body and one mind, if I disperse I'm gone, I'm a collective of energy so dispersing my body is not a good idea.

With my Soul Energy I started forming my first Aiden, the System I have, the particle system helps me with administrative tasks and SE storage and manipulation. It's a hefty tool.

But when it comes to things like making an Aiden, the abyssal information lacks any detail on how the system could help.

So, I'm all alone in this task, I hope I don't butcher my first Aiden as it is over 1,000 SE to make one. I shaped the energies, I had the time so I took it, forming the image into one I had imagined.

I don't want purity or holy as other described gods with their angels, I want mine to look competent but not overbearing. I want them to look smart and caring. One with wisdom oozing from their eyes.

Isn't it better if religion encourages science and righteousness instead of blind faith? I want my followers to be smart and endearing to others, In my previous life, all religions are twisted by their followers, but since I'm here, hopefully, that won't happen.

The shape of my Aiden is complete, I'm naming it, Lazarus. 170cm tall and lean. Shaped like a human but the most important detail that tells it's my creation is the eyes. They're orange and with the symbol of science, an atom logo.

it was it's finished I started infusing it with my energy, the energy that makes up myself. After a bit, it was done. However, it won't open its eyes or move.

"ugh… What the heck… Uhm…"

I infused more SE into it thinking it would work, and then suddenly it started sucking my SE. My ten years' worth of SE! It felt like a large piece of me was being sucked away!

After a few minutes, it stopped absorbing SE and it blinked. Lazarus blinked since I created him in the image of a dignified man.

"Creator!"

Lazarus smiled as he called on me, I made him as close as to the image of the villagers, with brown skin, dark hair and of course, the only mark from me was the orange eyes.

The reason why he could speak from the get-go is because of the memory that I imbued him with. All of my abilities are copied to Lazarus by a fraction.

"Lazarus. That is your name."

"I wholeheartedly accept my name."

"And also…"

I looked around, I already felt their presence, and I turned my head around to see the shocked looks of the villagers. Their gazes pointed at Lazarus. I sighed, all the SE were invested in Lazarus, I didn't plan for Lazarus to be made with a material body. The remaining SE I have is only 10,000.

I gave almost all of my SE to Lazarus. Fuck.