Chapter 2

I have been thinking about what to do now as i have luckily transmigrated in my own account. After examining the system I can roughly estimate about the history that the people here knows about the kingdom and what is my position here.

Here in their history I am the supreme commander of the Empire or king may be appropriate word for it and I have built it from the very beginning. The people here knows how I have built this Empire myself. In their eyes i when i first created the account they came into existence and after i started developing my base started creating different buildings ,farms, mines etc then train troupes among them and go on war and as it is now my Empire is good enough. I don't think about them in the first place about the npc's here that lived in my country and troops that i treated like resources etc. But now that everything has become real then maybe i will start focusing my attention on these npc's and i can create a great Empire with it that rivals the top.

"Alright," Alex said to himself, pacing out of the luxurious room. "I'm the king. I've got a kingdom, resources, and troops. But… what kind of king do I want to be?"

He thought about the NPCs, the people who lived in his kingdom. They weren't just numbers on a screen anymore; they were real people. He realized that the way he treated them in the game was just that, a game. But now, he had a real responsibility.

"First things first," Alex decided, "I need to see my kingdom."

He called for a guard, using the system interface to communicate, and asked for a tour. The guard, a tall, sturdy man with a respectful bow, led him through the palace and then out into the city.

Alex was amazed. The buildings were grand, the streets were bustling, and the people seemed happy and industrious. He saw farmers working in the fields, blacksmiths hammering away at metal, and soldiers training in the courtyard. It was like his game came to life, but it was so much more vibrant and detailed.

Alex observed his kingdom, his expression calm. He wasn't a tyrant. He saw his kingdom as a system, a machine that needed to run smoothly.

"Reports," he stated, his voice even.

"Resource yields, troop readiness, and any… deviations from the established parameters."

His advisors, delivered their reports. Alex listened, his mind processing the information, identifying areas for improvement. He wasn't cruel, but he was direct.

"Resource output is below projected levels," he noted. "Adjust production quotas. Troop training is… adequate, but can be optimized. Implement a more rigorous schedule."

He gave orders, expecting them to be carried out efficiently. He saw his people as part of the system, each with a specific function.

He had observed the farms, the workshops, the training grounds, looking for bottlenecks and inefficiencies.

"The irrigation system is outdated," he commented. "Upgrade it. And the armory needs more forges. Increase production."

He wasn't heartless, but he was focused on results. He cared about the overall performance of his kingdom.

"We need to expand our territory," he announced to his advisors. "Send scouts to map the surrounding areas. Identify potential resources and… strategic advantages."

He wanted to utilize his kingdom's potential. He saw expansion as a logical step, a way to increase resources and strengthen his position.

"We are not here to make friends," he stated. "We are here to build an efficient and powerful kingdom."