In Another World With My Building Skills, And Made My Own Kingdom

I Speak to the Gods Again!!

Kenta stood at the edge of his balcony, gazing out over New York City. The vibrant metropolis, with its towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, was a testament to his tireless efforts and innovative spirit. Yet, despite the city's success, Kenta felt a strange sense of anticipation, as if something monumental was about to happen.

It was late at night, and the stars shone brightly above, casting a gentle glow over the city. As Kenta turned to head back inside, a sudden surge of energy pulsed through him, causing him to stumble. He grabbed the railing for support, his eyes widening as a familiar yet powerful presence filled the air around him.

"Kenta," a deep, resonant voice echoed, filling his mind with an overwhelming sense of awe and reverence.

Kenta straightened, recognizing the voice of the gods. He had not heard from them since the day they had granted him a second chance at life in this new world. "What do you want?" he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

A shimmering light appeared before him, coalescing into the form of a god. It was the same deity who had initially sent him to this world, now gazing at him with an expression that was both stern and compassionate.

"Kenta," the god began, "we have watched you closely since you arrived in this world. Your achievements are nothing short of extraordinary. You have transformed barren lands into thriving cities, brought new technologies, and united people under a banner of hope and innovation."

Kenta felt a surge of pride at the god's words but remained silent, waiting for the deity to continue.

"However," the god continued, "there is much more that you can do. The world is vast, and its potential is limitless. To aid you in your endeavors, we have decided to grant you new abilities and responsibilities."

Kenta's heart raced as the god's words sank in. New abilities? New responsibilities? What could they possibly mean?

The god extended a hand, and a brilliant light enveloped Kenta. He felt an intense warmth spreading through his body, filling him with incredible power. "We bestow upon you the skills of a master blacksmith, allowing you to forge weapons and tools of unparalleled quality. You will also gain the ability to create beings from your imagination, bringing life to your visions and ideas."

Kenta's mind reeled as the god continued. "Furthermore, you will be able to create your own lands, shaping the very earth to your will. And finally, you shall possess the skills of the greatest swordsman, archer, and mage, making you a formidable force in battle and beyond."

The light intensified, and Kenta felt a profound change within him. His muscles tensed with newfound strength, his mind sharpened with unparalleled clarity, and his heart surged with boundless energy.

"In recognition of your achievements," the god said, "we grant you the title of God of Building, Economics, and Agriculture. You will have the responsibility of overseeing the world's lands, ensuring their prosperity and growth."

Kenta bowed his head, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the gods' gifts. "I am honored," he said, his voice filled with gratitude and determination. "I will use these abilities to continue building a better world."

The god smiled, a gesture of approval and encouragement. "To aid you further, we have created a new island for you to expand your country. It is a land of untapped potential, waiting for your touch to bring it to life."

A vision of the island appeared in Kenta's mind. It was a vast, lush land, filled with rolling hills, dense forests, and sparkling rivers. The possibilities were endless, and Kenta felt a surge of excitement at the thought of transforming this new territory into a thriving part of his kingdom.