Christian leans against the carriage window, watching the morning light filter through the trees as they leave elven territory. His mind drifts back to what the elves had done with their newly acquired fridges.

  They had wasted no time putting them to use. Shelves now stocked with perfectly preserved meats, exotic fruits, medicinal herbs, and even vials of enchanted elven wine. It was a far cry from their previous struggle to keep food fresh.

  He recalls the conversation with Sylwen the night before departure.

  "I need manpower for a new project" Christian had said, his tone unusually serious.

  "Something that benefits not just you, but everyone."

  Sylwen had studied him for a long moment before finally nodding.

  "If it aligns with our values, then I will send my people."

  Now, as the estate comes into view, the reality of that agreement hits.

  Behind their carriage, 1,000 elves march in disciplined formation. Their presence is almost ethereal, their elegant movements effortless even on uneven terrain. As the golden sunrise washes over them, their features seem otherworldly—each one breathtakingly beautiful or strikingly fierce.

  Christian peeks outside, grinning. “Well, that ought to turn some heads.”

  Seraphina exhales slowly, adjusting her collar. “That’s putting it lightly.”

  As the carriage halts in the courtyard, the gathered staff and children freeze in place. The maids and butlers, usually composed, stare with wide eyes. The orphan children inch forward, whispering in awe at the towering, graceful figures.

  One of the maids finally breathes out "Mr. Christian… what did you do?"

  Christian hops down, stretching his arms. “I brought help.”

  He barely has time to enjoy their reactions before a system notification pings in his mind.

  [Water Purification: 3 days remaining.]

  [Sanitation Project: 2 days remaining.]

  Tch, cutting it close he mutters, rubbing his forehead.

  Genesis, give me a rundown on the current state of water purification.

  The system flickers before displaying an analysis:

  [Most commoners drink contaminated water, leading to widespread disease.]

  [Nobles rely on basic filtration through boiling or low-grade magic stones—inefficient and unsustainable.]

  [Sewage often mixes with local water sources due to poor infrastructure.]

  [Alchemy-based purification exists but is costly and limited to wealthy regions.]

  Christian clicks his tongue.

  Alright, we’re fixing all of this now.

  He quickly maps out a multi-phase plan mentally:

  Phase 1: Large-scale water filtration using layered sand, charcoal, and magic-infused stones.

  Phase 2: Diverting waste into a proper sewage system instead of contaminating water sources.

  Phase 3: Implementing mana-powered filtration towers connected to hydrogenerators for long-term sustainability.

  Phase 4: Educating the populace on proper sanitation and waste disposal.

  Christian crosses his arms and turns to Seraphina and the three elves accompanying them—Eryndil, a tall, soft-spoken male with keen observation skills, Vaela, a sharp-eyed warrior with braided silver hair, and Lyara, a younger elf with an inquisitive mind.

  "Alright, before we start, I need to know—where exactly do you all get your water from?"

  Seraphina answers first, her tone measured.

  "For the estate, fresh water is drawn from underground wells and occasionally the river to the east. But during dry seasons, it becomes unreliable."

  Vaela nods. "Elven settlements rely on enchanted springs and deep forest reservoirs. Our purification is mostly magic-based, but it only sustains smaller populations. It would never work for an entire human city."

  Lyara frowns. "And commoners… well, they get it from wherever they can—streams, ponds, even runoff from the mountains. It's no wonder disease spreads so easily."

  Christian nods, rolling up his sleeves.

  "Alright, we’ll tackle this in two parts. First, sanitation. Second, water purification."

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  He turns to the elves. "I need 700 of you to begin construction on a dam and long-term reservoir near the river to the east. The rest of you will help me build large underground cisterns for clean water storage at the estate. We’re going to use a mix of earthworks, stone reinforcement, and magic to ensure they’re sealed properly."

  Eryndil’s eyes gleam with interest. "A sustainable water system… It will take time, but it’s possible."

  Christian smirks. "That’s why we have magic to speed things up."

  He then snaps his fingers.

  "Next—sanitation. We’ll build a sealed sewage system that directs waste into underground treatment pits. Magic purification stones will break down harmful bacteria while natural alchemy accelerates decomposition."

  Vaela crosses her arms. "That… might actually work."

  Christian grins.

  "Of course it will. Oh, and while we’re at it—I’ve always loved the idea of open-air bathhouses from a book I read. Let’s build one for the estate first. Then we’ll work on a public version for the city."

  Seraphina rubs her forehead. "You don’t do things halfway, do you?"

  Genesis flickers smugly.

  [Administrator’s ambition exceeds rational limits. Noted.]

  Christian claps his hands together.

  "Alright, people! Let’s get to work."

  He shuts his eyes for a moment, diving deep into his mental blueprint. With Auto-Construct aiding him, he visualizes the dam and reservoir, carefully laying out measurements, material requirements, and structural reinforcements. The Blueprint Archive feature recalls past structures, allowing him to refine weak points and enhance durability with earth magic and reinforced stone layers.

  Once satisfied, he manifests a large-scale blueprint onto enchanted paper, the detailed schematics unfolding in crisp ink. He hands it to the 700 elves, each also receiving a notebook thanks to his Mass Production skill.

  Turning to Vaela and Lyara, he recalls the cistern structure, tweaking its dimensions to match local conditions. With a flick of his fingers, he conjures another set of detailed plans, distributing them among the 300 elves assigned to sanitation and water storage.

  As the workers disperse, Christian exhales sharply, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. The sheer scale of mass-producing so many blueprints taxes his mind, but before he can dwell on the strain—

  [Creation Magic → Level 31]

  [New Feature Unlocked: Ability Fusion]

  Genesis flickers to life.

  [Administrator can now merge compatible skills for hybrid effects. Experimentation is encouraged.]

  Christian blinks, then grins. "Oh, now that sounds fun."

  Genesis flickers again. [Would you like a tutorial?]

  Christian gasps. "Oh my god, you're actually teaching me?"

  Genesis pauses. [...]

  [Contemplating.]

  A moment later, the system relents.

  [Introducing: ARCHIVE x MEMORY BLUEPRINT.]

  [New Fusion Ability Unlocked: Archive Memory Blueprint]

  Function: Allows instant recall and real-time modification of any previously designed blueprint, reducing mental strain when making adjustments mid-creation.

  Christian smirks.

  [WARNING: 5 Hours Remaining to Complete Daily Tasks.]

  Christian's grin fades away as soon as the notification appears.

  [Tasks Due:]

  Sprinting: 10 km.

  Strength Training: Lift and hold heavy objects for 60 seconds.

  Endurance Load: Carry a total of 50kg throughout the day.

  Flexibility Drills: Complete stretching routines.

  Agility Course: Scale either a tree, rock, or cliff.

  Mental Fortitude: Maintain focus under extreme pressure.

  He groans.

  Genesis, do I look like I have time for this?

  [Observation: Administrator should have planned better.]

  Rolling his eyes, he decides to multitask—helping around the construction site while knocking out as many requirements as possible.

  He starts by hauling supply crates, using the weight to count toward his endurance load.

  Alright, this counts, right?

  [Confirmed: 17kg accumulated. 33kg remaining.]

  Next, he moves stone reinforcements, mentally timing himself.

  "One minute. Just hold... hold..."

  By the time he sets it down, sweat beads at his forehead.

  "Why does this feel harder than magic?"

  Eryndil, passing by, smirks. "Strength training?"

  "Shut up."

  To fulfill his sprint requirement, he dashes across the site delivering tools, startling several workers. Lyara watches in disbelief.

  "Does he ever slow down?"

  Seraphina sighs. "Not willingly."

  He finally climbs a towering tree, arms burning as he reaches the top. Catching his breath, he mutters

  "And they say magic is overpowered..."

  That night, as everyone retires to their beds or temporary quarters set up by Seraphina for the elves, Christian checks his system interface once more. His eyes narrow as he notices the incomplete task list.

  [Daily Tasks Remaining:]

  Sprinting: 2 km left.

  He groans, rubbing his face. "Of course, the hardest part is still left."

  With an exhausted sigh, he tightens his boots and steps outside. The night air is cool, the sky painted with shimmering stars, but he barely notices as he starts sprinting. Every muscle in his body protests. His lungs burn, his legs ache, and his body screams at him to stop.

  Why the hell am I burdened with this?! he mentally rages, gritting his teeth as he pushes forward.

  Genesis flickers to life.

  [Because you were chosen to be this world’s hero.]

  Christian nearly trips. His frustration spikes.

  "I didn’t ask for this!"

  [Your desires and requirements met the conditions. The system merely acted accordingly.]

  He clenches his fists, pushing harder, even as the exhaustion feels unbearable.

  "I never wanted to be anyone’s hero!"

  He snaps into the empty night. But still, he doesn’t stop running.

  Genesis flickers again.

  [Why?]

  Christian exhales sharply, his breaths ragged as he forces his aching legs forward.

  "Why? You really want to know why? Fine—because my old life sucked."

  He grits his teeth, pushing harder against the burning in his muscles.

  "I spent my entire life scraping by, trying to make something of myself. I worked myself half to death, trying to be better, trying to prove something—to who? No one. Myself, maybe. And what did I get? A life of struggle and then a pointless death."

  He wipes sweat from his brow, his pace unwavering.

  "I thought maybe, just maybe, if I had another chance, I could finally live for myself. But no—now I’m stuck playing hero for a world I didn’t ask to be in. Do you have any idea how exhausting that is?!"

  Genesis remains silent for a moment before responding.

  [And yet, you are still running.]

  Christian lets out a frustrated laugh. "Yeah. Because if I stop, I lose."

  Genesis hums.

  [If you never wanted this, then why did you improve the estate without anyone asking you to?]

  Christian stumbles slightly, his breath hitching. "I—"

  He clamps his mouth shut, frustration warring with realization.

  "Because it was inefficient! It was a mess, and no one was fixing it, and—I just could. So I did."

  [And why did you care if it was a mess?]

  He scowls.

  "Because... because it was annoying! If things are broken, you fix them. That’s just common sense."

  Genesis remains silent for a long moment. Then, with what almost sounds like amusement, it responds:

  [Not everyone thinks like that, Administrator.]