Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Wealth Beyond Comprehension
Arkanos gazed at the floating messages from the gods with a blank expression, his sharp eyes moving across each line.

‘Let them wager all they like…’

Arkanos thought, dismissing the system messages with a wave of his hand.

‘Perhaps soon I should take advantage of the fact I can hear them and make a bet of mine as well. But not today.’

Arvel’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Your Majesty, I must say… I’ve never heard of anyone creating gold with holy power before. It’s unheard of.”

Arkanos turned to him with a calm, confident smile. “Well, Arvel…” he said smoothly, “there is a first time for everything.”

Without further explanation, Arkanos called out to the system in his mind.

‘System, I want to convert some of my upgrade points into gold coins.’

A chime echoed in his head, followed by a system window materializing before him.

〘 Conversion rate: 10 Upgrade Points = 100kg of gold coins. How many upgrade points would you like to convert? ⋄ 〙

Arkanos’ lips curled into a small grin. ‘Use 10,000 upgrade points.’

The system responded instantly.

〘 ⋄ 10,000 Upgrade Points converted to 100,000kg of gold coins. Balance remaining: 911,334 Upgrade Points. ⋄ 〙

Arkanos turned to Arvel, gesturing for him to step back. “Stand clear, Arvel. You’re about to witness the miracle you’ve been so curious about.”

Arvel obeyed quickly, his monocle glinting as he moved aside, his expression a touch of fear and curiosity.

Arkanos stretched out his arm, his hand open as if calling forth the divine power to manifest. The air around him grew heavy with energy, the torches on the walls flickering as if bowing to the might of his command.

In his thoughts, Arkanos responded to the system, ‘Proceed.’ Outwardly, he called forth, almost hymn-like:

“From the depths of creation, where light and void intertwine,

I summon wealth untold, forged by power divine.

To rebuild what is broken, to forge what is new,

By my will alone, let gold rain true!”

Suddenly, a radiant golden light filled the chamber, pouring down like a waterfall from the ceiling. The coins materialized mid-air, shimmering as they piled onto the floor of the treasury in a deafening CRASH of metal against stone.

The treasury now brimmed with mountains of gleaming gold, the sheer weight of it causing the ground to tremble slightly.

When the torrent finally stopped, the treasury was full to the brim, the wealth of an empire restored in an instant.

Arkanos walked toward the tallest mound of gold and ascended it like a conquering king. Reaching the top, he sat down with one leg crossed over the other.

His sharp, piercing eyes gazed down at Arvel, gleaming softly as he spoke. “I believe…”

“…this much should be enough for our project, no?”

Arvel stood frozen for a moment, his mouth slightly agape. Then he adjusted his monocle with a trembling hand, his voice barely above a whisper. “By the heavens… This… This is beyond comprehension! More than enough, Your Majesty… far more.”

“Such wealth could last the empire a lifetime…”

“Did you… did you truly create this gold? How… how is such a thing possible?”

One of the guards, his spear clattering to the floor in shock, stammered, “This… this is no ordinary miracle. It’s divine. Truly divine! The emperor… he has the favor of the gods!”

Another guard dropped to one knee, bowing his head low. “Your Majesty, forgive my doubts. I… there are no words to describe what we’ve just seen.”

Arvel adjusted his monocle hastily, his hand trembling as he pointed toward the mountains of gold. “This isn’t just wealth, Your Majesty. This is enough to fund armies, rebuild cities, and establish an empire unlike any other in history. I… I am at a loss for words!”

Arkanos, seated at the peak of the golden mound, rested his chin on his hand with confidence. “What you call a miracle, Arvel, I call merely the beginning.” He waved a hand lazily. “Stand up, all of you. There’s no need for theatrics. This wealth is but a tool… a means to achieve my vision.”

Suddenly a notification echoed in his mind.

〘 Congratulations Player! 〙

〘⋄ Achievement Unlocked:

Such Wealth! ⋄ 〙

〘⋄ You have achieved acquiring a larg amount of wealth in record time! The immense display of power and creation has earned you a rare and prestigious achievement. ⋄ 〙

〘⋄ Please check your achievement menu to claim your reward of upgrade points. ⋄ 〙

Suddenly, another notification echoed in his mind.

〘 Loyalty Notification: Arvel’s loyalty has risen to 75%. ⋄ 〙

Arkanos’s lips curled into a small, self-assured smirk. ‘It seems even the sharpest skeptics can be swayed by a display of god like power.’

Arvel, regaining his composure somewhat, stepped forward cautiously. “Your Majesty, if I may… This act… it’s unlike anything ever recorded. Are you certain you are not… connected to the gods themselves?”

Arkanos chuckled softly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “The gods? They watch, they wager, and they play their games. Let them. My power does not come from their favor, Arvel. It comes from me.”

The guards exchanged glances, their admiration and reverence for the emperor growing.

Arvel bowed deeply, his voice steady now but filled with conviction. “Then, Your Majesty, I vow to see your vision realized. With this wealth and your wisdom, the empire will rise to heights unimaginable.”

Arkanos leaned back, resting his arms on the mound of gold. “Good. Then let’s not waste time. There is much to be done, and now, no excuses for failure.”

The guards saluted sharply, their faith in their emperor growing. Arvel’s gaze lingered on Arkanos for a moment longer, his mind racing with thoughts of the possibilities this wealth could bring.

Arkanos allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction, gazing out over the glittering treasury.

‘This is just the beginning. Let the gods watch closely, for they’ve yet to witness the true extent of what I’m capable of.’

Arkanos stood up from the gleaming mound of gold. With a single, smooth motion, he suddenly leaped down, landing gracefully at the massive doors of the treasury. The faint echo of his boots meeting the stone floor echoed through the chamber.

“This should be all,” he said, his voice calm, echoing with his commanding aura. He didn’t turn to look back at the awestruck faces behind him.

“Arvel,” he called, his tone brisk, “come. There is much to do.”

“Understood, my liege.”

Arvel hurried to follow, the sharp clack of his shoes against the floor echoing as the massive doors of the treasury closed behind them.