Orc Building (1)
I sank back into the Fountain of Life. Ah... so nice and warm.
Right as I stepped out of the bedroom, Sechem Yaret emerged from Iseo's room. She caught on quick and slithered off to Jeong-eun's room. Does that one ever sleep? Oh, right. Ushabti. She moves just like a living snake—hell, I almost thought she was alive.
After dumping my load inside Jeong-eun, my head cleared up for a moment. And yeah, it hit me: talking to the women is one thing—maybe even secondary. What really matters is me recognizing it myself. I am a god.
If I keep thinking like a human—like some regular guy, a college student or whatever—this whole fucked-up situation feels like a total disaster. Banging a mom and her daughter? For real? A normal dude couldn't pull that off. Society would crucify him. But a god? Gods transcend morality. Because they're gods.
Besides, Sechem Yaret's right. I'm not just building a base and fucking women for kicks. I have to sustain civilization—hell, the entire human species. Ah, shit. This burden just hit me out of nowhere.
When I watched zombie apocalypses in movies or shows, I'd think, Damn, those people have it rough. Oh, arm got bit? Guess he's turning soon—gonna tear up with his buddies and make a heroic last stand. No way that guy's becoming a zombie. Dying? Nah. Stuff like that.
But in a real zombie apocalypse, human civilization is basically done. Right? Cars are out—no gasoline. I read online once that fuel turns to goo after six months and wrecks engines. Even if the cars are fine, no fuel means no driving. Same for electricity. No power plants running. EVs? Forget it. Nuclear plants? Maybe some are still kicking? But everything's blacked out. Zombies probably swarmed the substations and transformers, frying themselves and everything else.
So here's the kicker: even if we're still brushing with toothpaste, using toothbrushes, washing with soap and shampoo... we're living in the Stone Age. Slowly burning through modern humanity's leftovers. Scavenging supplies in zombie-infested cities, praying we don't turn.
Farming? Impossible. Run a tractor through a field, and zombies get mulched into it—good luck eating that. Tractors might hold up, but hand-farming? Mountains, fields—zombies everywhere. What about those human-faced bugs or maggots? Who knows what other monsters are out there?
Humanity's fucked. Everything's over. That's the reality.
Even I was one step from starving to death before becoming a god. Power cut, water gone, days without food—scrounged up the last of my strength, became this, and here I am. If I'd given up and lain down? Dead already.
So does morality even matter right now? Survive first, then worry about ethics. Humanity's toast, everyone's dying. And in the middle of it... me. This shelter. Home. Shrine. Whatever you call it—it's paradise blooming in the heart of hell.
That's where it starts. Right here, with the Fountain of Life. Humans under a god's protection, bearing children, slowly thriving. Rebuilding civilization. Yeah. Sechem Yaret nailed it.
"Hoo..."
I am a god. That's what I'd told the women. Bear my children, live happily—that's your duty. Sounds like some cringey middle-school edgelord shit. Honestly, back then it was just sweet talk to keep them calm. Gotta soothe 'em while my dick's in their pussies, right? Fucking duh.
But no. It wasn't just sweet talk. It has to become reality. Which means I have duties too. Become a real god. A god who rebuilds human civilization, protects humanity, ensures it prospers.
* * *
While I lounged in the fountain, letting the waves soothe my body, Sechem Yaret slithered out of the bedroom. She gestured and made a shh sound. An Ushabti immediately brought over a plate of egg dish and set it by my side.
"...Eating eggs nonstop is getting old."
"Eggs are rich in the energy you need, O God. But yes, of course. It's only natural to tire of one food. Unfortunately, I cannot assist with that. Procuring supplies is not my role."
"Mm. If possible, meat or veggies would be great. We have rice—why not raise chickens?"
"Of course. I shall order the Ushabti to hatch the eggs at once."
Sechem Yaret shh'd again, and one Ushabti toddled off. Its hands morphed—into some boxy shape? ...Gonna incubate the eggs, I guess. Whatever. They'll handle it.
"...How are the women?"
"Both have improved. But their bodies are still too frail for pregnancy. They must eat well. Especially women—they're sensitive to mood. Too much stress, and conception may fail."
"...You seem obsessed with me knocking them up."
"Naturally. That's why I'm here."
"Right."
I had more questions. Are the women pissed? Despairing over the situation? But asking won't fix shit. If they're angry, hopeless, anxious... it all comes back to me. So.
"...Gonna rest, then sleep."
"Of course. Which woman's room shall I prepare?"
"Alone tonight."
"Understood. I shall prepare your room."
Sechem Yaret tilted her head, surprised, then slithered away in her serpentine coil.
* * *
Next morning. No warriors or mages summoned. Coins left? Started with 2,902. Leveled builder, expanded rooms—500 gone. Down to about 900 used up. Coins never last. Gotta go grind some soon.
But first, morning business. The women rose around late morning—nearly 11. Sechem Yaret announced,
"Breakfast is ready."
They filed out. I heard footsteps, light greetings, murmurs of chat. Mentioning me? Yeonsu asking where I was.
"The God still rests. Please, eat without worry."
An hour later, meal done. Sechem Yaret mentioned Ushabti incubating eggs, some chitchat—but no one brought up last night.
She suggested baths—they'd crashed straight after, still sticky and gross down there despite clothes. They all headed to the fountain obediently.
While they bathed, I emerged—from the bedroom. Buck naked. Strode into the living room; the women turned.
Yeonsu and Hyeyoon pursed lips or smiled. Happy to see me. Iseo and Jeong-eun glanced, then looked away.
Sechem Yaret approached. "O God. Awake?"
"Sechem. Something light to snack on would be nice."
"Of course, O God."
She headed to the kitchen herself—no Ushabti. I strolled, dick swinging, into the fountain. Slid between Iseo and Jeong-eun.
Iseo flinched, starting to rise. I grabbed her waist, pulled her down beside me. Jeong-eun awkward too.
I sandwiched the mother-daughter duo, slowly caressing breasts, nipples, and said,
"...Last night, it hit me. Human civilization is over. You women probably know it better than me—how pathetically this world has crumbled."
Silence.
"I am a god. My role is to stop humanity's end. To protect and shelter it until civilization blooms again. That's my duty."
I glanced at each. Iseo and Jeong-eun avoided my eyes; Yeonsu and Hyeyoon watched, amused.
"You have duties too. One: feel good every day. Two: be happy every day. Three: bear and raise children. I'll be your fence. Nothing harasses or harms you. No one touches my women—God's wives. Just live joyfully under my protection. That's the virtue of my followers."
"Um, question." Yeonsu. Hand raised. Slut, wanna grope you.
"Yeah. What?"
"How many kids you planning?"
I laughed. "Up to you."
"...Um..." Iseo. "...Don't we... have a choice?"
"Hm? Choice?"
"If... we don't want kids..."
"Your call."
"...Then we'd get kicked out... with Mom..."
"Mm. Good question. No. I'd still protect you. But you couldn't stay here."
Iseo and Jeong-eun looked like they expected banishment. I said,
"This was an apartment. I cleared it spotless. If you don't like it, pick any unit and live there. Safety guaranteed. But it'd suck. Short on water, food, everything."
I eyed Iseo. "Why? Hate it here?"
"Mom... might not like it..."
Jeong-eun glanced at her daughter, sighed softly. "...As long as Iseo's safe... that's enough for me. Whatever happens to me... if she's safe..."
Hmm. Still strangers to me. Time'll fix that. But from their vibes, expressions... they don't wanna leave.
One day here, and they've tasted the Shrine—nothing bad. Sure, mom-daughter duo bedding me is weird. But that's 'cause they still see me as a man. For now, it's enough.
Sechem Yaret brought snacks. Eggs again. Ugh. Producer level's starving. Gotta level it fast, expand crops. Rice is great, but can't live on rice and eggs forever.