Lear was completely immersed in the joy of transforming the swamp.
The feeling that everything in the world was at his fingertips to mold as he wished was somewhat addictive.
The real game of changing the world is not something an average person can experience.
From a bird's eye view, vast patches of mire swamp emerged, while at the edge, many rigid dead-end roads and trap zones appeared.
Many areas looked like sturdy road surfaces, but when the load reached a certain level, they would suddenly collapse and sink.
Land full of fluffy reeds, water surfaces covered with aquatic plants, and the trees entangled by vines... all became dead zones.
There were hundreds of roads leading to traps, but only one could reach Weilu City.
This was an absolutely lethal defensive circle for the undead, known for their sea of skulls tactics.
At the same time, Lear moved areas like farmland and fish pools outward, avoiding zones likely to break out into fierce conflicts.
