Randy woke up with a start, excitement surging through him as he realized it was the second day. He had waited long enough, and now it was finally time to collect his resources and make his first real step toward power. He sat up quickly, wiping the sleep from his eyes, and immediately checked his stat panel.
Resource:
•Wood: 30
•Stone: 30
•Food: 30
•Metal: 30
“Perfect,” Randy muttered to himself. “It’s time to build the barracks.”
He couldn’t hold back his excitement as he pressed the construction button. “Construct!” he shouted, and almost immediately, the ground began to rumble beneath his feet. He watched in awe as a massive building rose in his fortress—a dark and intimidating structure with a red roof, metal walls, and a stone floor. At the center of the building, an altar stood, topped with a skull that seemed to stare down at him.
A voice rang in his ear. “You have now crafted the barracks and can begin summoning troops.”
Randy’s heart raced as he looked at the barracks menu. It listed the types of troops he could summon: Cavalry, Ranged, and Infantry.
•Cavalry: Swordsmen on horseback, fast and powerful.
•Ranged: Spearmen with long weapons that could strike from a distance.
•Infantry: Agile soldiers with short daggers, skilled in quick, close combat.
He also noticed the strengths and weaknesses of each type: Cavalry was strong against Ranged, Ranged was strong against Infantry, and Infantry was strong against Cavalry. The balance of power was clear, and Randy realized he’d have to think carefully in the future about which troops to send into battle.
“Okay, time to summon.” He grinned. The barracks was only Level 1, so he could only summon Tier 1 troops for now, but it was a start. The cost was reasonable: 1 unit each of food, wood, and stone and metal for every soldier.
Resources left
Wood-10
Stone-10
Food-10
Metal-10
“Summon 2 Cavalry unit, 4 Ranged units, and 4 Infantry units!” Randy shouted, eager to see his new army.
Resources left
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Wood-0
Stone-0
Food-0
Metal-0
A bright blue flash filled the barracks, and moments later, his troops appeared before him. His heart sank slightly as he took in their appearance—rusted swords, dull spears, and tattered armor. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath. “Their equipment is so shabby… how can they fight like this?”
Still, Randy smiled and addressed his troops. “Hello, my name is Randy. You will be the warriors who guard my fortress.”
The troops straightened up and saluted. “Yes, Sir! It is our honor to guard the Lord’s fortress and die in battle for you!”
Randy nodded, satisfied with their dedication. “Alright, you’re dismissed. Head to the training ground and start practicing. It’s over there.”
The training ground, a simple level 1 area that had come with his territory, was bare and old, but it was enough for now. The troops marched off, looking around as they familiarized themselves with the small fortress.
Randy climbed back up the lookout tower, gazing once again at the Level 2 fortress looming about 100 meters away. It was much larger and more formidable than his own—standing 30 feet high and made of stronger materials. He could hear the clashing of swords and the battle cries of the lord’s troops as they trained for war.
“Tomorrow, I’ll summon 15 more troops,” Randy whispered to himself, his eyes narrowing. “I’ll kill that lord and seize all their resources. They must have so much, and with their buildings at level 2, their production rate is insane. I need to make my move before they grow too strong.”
He glanced back at his own training ground and saw his soldiers sparring. Their skills weren’t bad, but it was clear they needed better weapons and armor. Their attacks lacked power, and the rusted equipment wasn’t helping. Still, they showed promise.
“Just need to build them up,” Randy muttered. “They never get tired, and they don’t consume food. At least I’ve got that going for me.”
The next day arrived quickly. Randy summoned 15 more troops—5 Cavalry, 5 Ranged, and 5 Infantry—and sent them off to the training ground. The sounds of swords clashing filled the air, echoing throughout the fortress.
Meanwhile, at the Level 2 fortress beyond Randy’s walls, a fat, ugly man stood on a balcony, his stomach hanging out of his shirt as he grinned with satisfaction. He stared down at his own Tier 2 troops, who were training with pristine weapons and sturdy armor.
“Now that I have Tier 2 troops, I’m one of the strongest in this world,” the man sneered. “They’re expensive as hell, but it’s worth it. Tier 1 troops are garbage compared to these.” He had stopped summoning Tier 1 troops entirely, saving his resources for the more powerful soldiers.
As the man watched his troops, his eyes drifted toward Randy’s small fortress in the distance. “That little rat next door… only a Level 1 fortress, huh?” He chuckled darkly. “I’ll test my new power on him. Just wait. I’ll capture that fortress, cut off his fingers one by one, and make him eat them. Then, I’ll burn his walls to the ground.”
The man’s grin widened as he fantasized about torturing Randy. “How dare you build your fortress so close to mine. You’re nothing compared to me. I’ll show you what real power looks like.”
Back at his own fortress, Randy continued to watch his troops, unaware of the danger brewing so close to home. For now, he focused on the future, determined to grow stronger and take down anyone who stood in his way.