Abe the Wizard

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Abel levitated his 20 million dwarves in mid-air. Although this would take a lot of faith, he still did it.

Since they had just become Doff’s followers, their faithfulness was nothing compared to the Barbarians.

Using faith was the best way to gain more faith. Of course, those dwarves were no strangers to miracles after living in a god’s kingdom for so many years, but it was their first time seeing such a drastic move.

As they floated in mid-air, even Abel was stunned at the scene.

Their hearts began to move. They couldn’t believe the power of their new god, so they automatically began to pray.

Abel could clearly sense those dwarves getting more faithful, but levitating the dwarves was the only thing he was going to do. His main goal was to alter the god of the mountains’ kingdom.

As the master of Doff, his authority was just as high.

“Reform!” Abel yelled as he waved his hand. All the holes began to collapse, but they did not scatter into rocks. Instead, it returned to its original material.

The dwarves kept their eyes on the ground, and their spirits were even more impacted.

Those holes were the best way to house those dwarves, but due to how many there were, those dwarves never got a taste of just how big their kingdom was.

Just like that, the faithfulness of those dwarves had increased once again.

It was too bad he couldn’t do this every day. he was basically using hundreds of years of faith at once.

The most other gods would do was a little tinkering or a little repairing.

Abel wanted to rebuild the sky scrappers of his last life, but this time he would make them hundreds of stories high since he could control the sunlight of this place.

Of course, this was also because there were way too many dwarves.

He had enough space to expand his kingdom, but this process needed time for holy text creation.

Therefore, he had to make the most out of what he had currently.

“Divide!” Abel depicted the city he had in mind and called.

Soon, the materials began to restructure. First, a blue sky was formed above, and skyscrapers began to spring up from the ground, with greenery expanding on each side of the roads.

Those skyscrapers all had their own unique characteristics, just like how it was in his past life but much more fancy,

The temple remained as the sun, but the blue sky touched on the deepest memories of the dwarves. They were in awe once again.

They love living in holes, but they also don’t want to live without the blue sky for eternity. If those dwarves weren’t so tough, they would have gone insane already.

However, those skyscrapers that followed were also stunning. The dwarves have never seen anything like it. Even the best architects of the dwarves couldn’t imagine something like it.

But of course, building things in a god’s kingdom was much easier than building things in real life.

Abel didn’t need to think about natural hazards or materials, all he needed was to imagine, and those original materials would be able to match it.

“I’ll call this the Mountain City. You guys will live here from now on!” Abel transferred his voice to the dwarves’ ears.

Afterward, the levitating dwarves began to land, a guide to living a city life was transferred to their minds.

Since a city needed to run on electricity, faith would be a perfect replacement. Between the Battlecry city and the Mountain City was a huge road connecting the two.

When it comes to how to house as many people as possible In limited space, Abel’s city had already exceeded the buildings of his old world, and those dwarves would soon be living in a much more comfortable place.

Each skyscraper had an elevator, and there were cars on the streets.

There was even some extra space for him to build a public park.

After everything was set, the dwarves’ faithfulness was finally matching the Barbarians.

Abel’s effort did not go to waste. The faith he used would be fully recovered in just a few years.

He then arrived at the god of fire’s kingdom. This place has taken a big hit after the battle. Most of the lands were destroyed.

He had already moved the 30,000 blacksmiths Doff to Mountain city, so what he was about to do was simple.

He was planning to turn the god of fire’s kingdom into a huge blacksmith guild. He wouldn’t have a shabby outdoor one but an actual industrial factory with neat forgery space and inventory. The only thing that remained the same was the equipment and the utilization of ground fire.

The volcano, on the other hand, remained. It was made with a special holy text, so Abel wanted to study it first before he made a move on it.

However, he added an elf garden beside the volcano for relaxing. Of course, it was much more beautiful than anything he saw in his past life.

With fruit trees, flower beds, peaks, and rivers, the power of god were fully on display, especially with the illumination of a volcano.

By that point, the 20 flaming elves have returned to the volcano to slowly regain their strength. With enough faith around, their power could definitely take a level up after ten more years.

Abel happily looked at his good work. Although it was not perfect, he could continue to alter it in the future.

After all, not everyone had the privilege to create a world just by imagination. Not even a small one.

He was not a professional designer. Everything he created was a copy of what he saw, but just like that. Abel stayed in his kingdom for a month and went into the Dark World every night.

The Battlecry plague was a dry wasteland. Now sweet water was springing up from the ground.

The first river was created, and the Barbarians called it the Holy river. It was a gift from god.

The soil had also undergone a huge change. For the first time, it was nourishing every seed that was planted.

Although it was nothing compared to Abel’s kingdom, it was still a miracle for the Battlecry Plateau.

The wizard union, on the other hand, tried to contact Abel many times, but since he was not in the golden castle. What happened to the god of fire and Abel remained a question.

The ones who studied gods knew what the changes in the Battlecry plateau signified. Of course, the wizard union was not the only one. The elves, orcs, and dwarves also sent their message to the golden castle as well, but they also got no replies.

Doff’s power has taken a big leap forward in a month. Just when Abel needed protection the most.

He didn’t know what the wizard union would do about the death of a god, but he would only return to the golden castle once Doff’s second body had mastered his new power.

The dragons were on his side, but Head Master Eugene couldn’t stay with him all the time.

During this month, Abel also kept trying the different ways he could run.

Especially in regards to the 30,000 blacksmith dwarves–they were making all kinds of gears.

He then selected 2 million dwarves from the 30 million who wanted to become blacksmiths and assigned them to study under the blacksmith dwarves.

Early next morning, Abel stood on the Balcony of the golden castle, watching the sunrise with Doff’s second body by his side. It has been a long time since he saw the real sun.

“Brother Abel, long time no see. Are you ok?” Gold Dragon Kemble appeared by Abel’s side and asked.

He admired Abel. Abel was only a legend but Doff behind him was already more powerful than Gold Dragon Kemble.

Since the power of a summon was the power of their master, Abel was a god-rank figure.

“Brother Kemble. I’m ok!” Abel smiled.

“Abel, call me when you gotta fight next time!” Black Dragon Prague also appeared on the Balcony and complained.

Afterward, more dragons appeared to see Doss’s second body.

“Next time I will definitely call you!” Abel also smiled, but he knew there was no way he could win against the god of fire.

Maybe even all those 8 dragons together wouldn’t be much help to Abel. Just a god rank’s energy alone could suppress them.

Still, Abel valued their kindness. They were here because they wanted to breed their offspring, so they were basically the guardians of the golden castle..