"All done. Let's go."
Ren's divine power receded. He'd already moved the Foster Iron Mine's resources to the surface—now they just needed to be collected like clay deposits and sent to the steel mill for processing.
Given the reserves at Foster Iron Mine, at least for the first few decades of magic-tech industrial development, the entire continent wouldn't run short on iron ore.
Everything was going pretty smoothly.
But that was all within the expected range, part of the original plan, so Ren didn't think much of it.
"Don't you want to stick around and see what your believer does next?" The Goddess of Magic smiled knowingly.
Maybe it was just him, but in the mortal realm, her human side seemed way more pronounced.
"If you want to watch, that's totally fine."
Ren smiled back.
Actually, the fact that she asked already proved the Goddess of Magic wanted to watch.
Soon enough, the scene appeared on the Magic Net.
