I’m a God in Another World

In real world time, Fang Lei tossed to noon the next day before confirming that the resources to improve the housing of the primitive person were in place.

With exhaustion on his face, Fang Lei returned to the foreign world through spatial passage.

Back in the foreign world, Fang Lei’s first thing was a sleepless thunder.

High-intensity continuous labor, even as a weak chicken God, Fang Lei is tiring.

But in the end it was God. After sleeping for a long time, Fang Lei immediately vigorous and lively.

Upon waking up, Fang Lei asked Ying Zheng that after so many days in the foreign world, the soldiers of the expedition had not yet returned, which made Fang Lei couldn’t help drumming.

However, thinking of the need to open up the road in the primitive forest, it is normal to delay for a while, so I am not so worried.

After all, they have ultimate weapons such as fiberglass armor and electric saw. They do not encounter the presence of transcendent. This group of people should be invincible in the primitive forest.

Looking at the already crowded caves, the restored Fang Lei asked Ying Zheng to convene a working believer among the tribes.

Hundreds of men and women, believer, came together to make Fang Lei feel alive.

On the actual platform, Fang Lei pointed to those building materials that became raised bulges for each and everyone because of heavy snow, said solemnly:

“My believers, maybe you don’t know what those things are, but believe me, those things will become your homeland and protect you from ferocious beast and cold.”

“Next, I hope you will join me in paying your own sweat to build a home.”

“Will you?”

God, in Qin Tribe, a tribe transformed from primitive society, every word and action can be said to be oracle.

With Fang Lei’s mobilization, all believer are full of energy, although they don’t know what they are going to do next.

In the aggressive and surprising expression of the primitive person, Fang Lei distributed all the iron shovel and iron pick, and personally demonstrated how to reclaim the land on the edge of the real platform.

All of this is undoubtedly new to Qin Tribe members.

That dark and reflective tool also seems to be a divine artifact?

Holding the believer of iron shovel iron pick, in the envious eyes of others, the excited face began to output on the earth crazy.

Every working primitive person feels like they have been beaten, and the magical divide artifact makes them more cherished.

And when some of the primitive people used iron pick to smash on the frozen ground and the splash of gravel appeared, a group of unscrupulous believer made a general exclaiming sound.

Someone was responsible for shouting 666 next to it. Believer worked harder!

The primitive person’s physique, coupled with the high energy supply of modern food, Fang Lei’s believers have become the world’s best construction workers.

Maybe they don’t know much about architecture, but they are definitely the hardest!

With such enthusiasm, in just two days, a lot of land around him was violently leveled off by Fang Lei’s believers.

Looking at the ground like a dog, Fang Lei was a bit worried: “primitive person is really too hard!”

Anyway, Fang Lei is very satisfied with the efficiency of such labor, but this is just the beginning that’s all, and there are more complicated projects to be done next.

Fang Lei began directing his believer to lay the concrete against the drawings printed from the computer.

Placing this cement is simple, but Fang Lei knows it is a technical task after he has done it himself.

Bottom hardening, gravel tiling, mixing cement, edge baffles …

After a busy day, a group of people worked together to lay a layer of water-containing, reflective cement on the reclaimed land.

On the platform, all believer expressions looked at the level ground below reverently.

In their hearts, this is another great miracle!

For them who are born of primitive people, the smooth and beautiful ground seems to have exceeded their imaginary range.

But thinking that this is the gift of Mighty God, everything seems to be as it should be by rights.

Those believer who participated in the whole process seemed to be a little absent behind Fang Lei. They kept playing with the labor tools in their hands, reluctantly.

Looking at it like this, it is clear that after the labor is over, Mighty God will take back these divide weapon.

In particular, those iron picks were a little more sensitive, and even kept hammering their own chests, and they looked as if they were being robbed by the protagonist of Fiancée’s villain Young Master.

Fang Lei turned a deaf ear to all that happened behind him.

At this moment, he was staring at the paved cemented land, thinking about how to make his tribe look decent.

The structure, layout, and even the shape of the house are within Fang Lei’s thinking range.

Fang Lei is just such a person. He is too lazy to do many things, but once he has done it, he will always think about how to do better after minor obsessive-compulsive disorder comes up.

“Although my level of technology cannot make a color steel house into a small villa, there are other ways to think of it.”

“A double-storey building similar to the construction site, plus reasonable planning, can at least look like a military camp.”

“Furthermore, matching colors on this basis is actually quite decent.”

What is decent? Playing King Glory and buying skin is for the so-called decent … Fang Lei is also sometimes a decent person.

In the heart of continuous simulation, standing there for more than half an hour, Fang Lei had an approximate plan.

According to Fang Lei’s plan, this cave will be the private territory of the Mighty Lord of Numerous Stars in the future, and all believer will be relocated to outside houses.

And the layout of the house is also a bit particular, according to seniors, families, responsibilities, their believer will be allocated to different areas to live.

For example, the outermost layer is assigned to those powerful warriors, and the innermost layer is the young and old of the tribe.

With the guard of the outer warrior, the flat land in the middle of the cave and the community can also be counted as the new square of believers.

Anytime you can have a kiss or a sacrifice there.

Even Fang Lei plans to build a public toilet and bathhouse on the edge of the residential area … the kind of place that Fang Lei would not kill.

On the edge of the stony platform, Fang Lei stood on his shoulders, looking at a large gray faced land, and the white forest in the distance. Imagine the believer living and working below, Fang Lei’s face could not help but become weird:

“What a peculiar thing, how do you feel like Lion King? You just sent an old monkey to hold me up high.”

Blessing to the soul, Fang Lei looked back, his eyes and Old Ying Zheng’s smiling and chrysanthemum-like face were fitted together, and immediately he was goosebumps.