Almus stood up, smoothing out his tunic. This was the moment. If he turned them away, he’d create enemies. If he took them in, he’d risk a famine. He walked to the gate and saw a group of weary demi-humans. Their leader, an elderly man with scarred hands, knelt before him.
"We have heard of the King who builds instead of destroys," the old man said. "We offer our strength for your bread." The Foundation is Set Almus stood up, smoothing out his tunic
By the end of the day, the population of his settlement had nearly doubled. As the sun set, Almus looked out over the flickering campfires. The "Isekai Kenkokuki"—his founding chronicle—was no longer just a story of one man’s survival. It was becoming the history of a civilization. He pulled out his notebook, ready to draft the laws that would govern this new union, knowing that the real work was only just beginning. AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more If he took them in, he’d risk a famine