The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1097 - 167 - The Lamia’s Tribe (6)

The construction of everything felt like it was moving at a pace that honestly caught me off guard. It wasn’t just fast—it was too fast, like the world itself had decided to stop dragging its feet for once and actually cooperate. Structures were already taking shape, foundations being laid, paths being cleared. What should have taken weeks was somehow unfolding right in front of my eyes in what felt like mere moments.

Still, not everything could be fixed.

We were too late to save the current generation of eggs. That fact sat heavy in my chest no matter how I tried to rationalize it. Knowing that those lives were already lost—potential lamias that would never slither, never speak, never even open their eyes—hurt more than I expected. There could have been so many more of them. A whole generation that never got the chance to exist.

But even so, this wasn’t meaningless.

We could still save the next generation. That alone made all of this worth it. Being late was bad, no matter how you framed it, and there was no excuse that could fully soften that reality. But doing something now meant preventing this same tragedy from repeating again in the future. Late was still better than never, and this time, at least, the future wouldn’t be abandoned.

"I honestly didn’t think you were going to go this far, Leon," Agneis said as she observed the construction site, her eyes scanning the activity with clear interest. "Building housing for the entire Lamia Tribe? You’re working ridiculously fast."

She glanced at me sideways, a teasing smirk forming on her lips.

"And it hasn’t even been days since the two of us fucked for days straight. You really are something else."

Her words were casual, almost playful, but there was still that sharp edge to them—the kind that made it hard to tell where the joke ended and the provocation began.

Agneis was here with me, right in the heart of the Lamia Tribe’s territory. When I had explained the situation to her—how the tribe lacked proper shelter, how the eggs had been neglected, and how badly resources were needed—she hadn’t hesitated even once. She stepped in immediately, offering support like it was the most natural thing in the world. It almost felt unreal, like she had descended at the perfect moment just to make sure everything didn’t collapse.

A guardian angel, in her own way.

"Well," she continued, folding her arms, "at this rate, the lamias are definitely going to take your side. And honestly, it feels like you didn’t even do anything special to earn that."

She clicked her tongue lightly.

"You haven’t gained anything from this either. No obvious reward, no clear benefit. I really thought there’d be some kind of mutual exchange going on. But if this is all there is... then I guess that’s a little disappointing."

That comment caught me off guard.

Why was she disappointed by that?

It wasn’t like I wasn’t interested in her. That much was obvious. But the fact that I didn’t immediately jump back into fucking her wasn’t some lack of desire—it was restraint. Going straight to sex every time felt cheap, rushed. I wanted something that actually built up. Letting things simmer, letting tension grow, and only picking the cherry when it was truly ripe instead of grabbing it the second it appeared.

"Well," she said after a moment, her tone softening slightly, "coming from you, I doubt you’re doing this without thinking ahead."

She looked at me again, eyes glinting with amusement.

"Whatever it is you’re planning, you’ll probably pull it off. I’ll be rooting for you."

That mischievous smile of hers made my instincts scream.

I forced myself to look away.

If I kept staring at her, I knew exactly how this would end. I’d probably grab her, carry her off somewhere secluded, and fuck her without thinking twice. She knew how to push buttons, and she was doing it on purpose. And the worst part was that it was working.

For now, I needed to keep my head clear.

"Master," Filia’s calm voice cut through my thoughts. "The plans for the additional housing as well as everything the lamias needed have already been finalized. All that remains is securing the supplies and manpower."

"You don’t have to worry about manpower," Agneis said confidently, waving her hand dismissively. "The dwarves will handle the construction and much more planning. You can focus on the supplies."

She glanced at me again.

"And honestly, considering it’s you, I’m not worried about that either."

She was right.

Even though supplies were scarce in this region, that didn’t mean they were impossible to obtain. I had options—plenty of them. The Elven Kingdom’s forests were lush and overflowing with usable wood. The Centaur Kingdom had access to vast stone reserves. The Dwarven Kingdom specialized in metal, and the Beast Kingdom could provide raw strength and labor.

Each had something to offer.

And more importantly, they were willing to offer it.

This wasn’t just about building houses for the lamias anymore. This was something bigger. This was the first real instance of all the kingdoms and tribes of the Great Forest working together toward a single goal. If this succeeded, cooperation would no longer feel forced. It would become natural.

One land. Many banners.

A unified Great Forest.

The idea alone sent a strange sense of anticipation through me. If the nations truly began to understand one another—if old grudges faded and collaboration became normal—then this plan would be more than just words. It would be reality, slowly but surely.

There was still one missing piece, though.

One kingdom I hadn’t visited yet.

Everything else was lining up almost too perfectly, which only made the absence more noticeable. The Titan Kingdom remained unaccounted for—the only one that hadn’t yet stepped into this shared future.

"Well," I finally said, exhaling slowly, "I guess we should get started."

Once I contacted the respective leaders of the Great Forest’s kingdoms, their responses came faster than expected. None of them hesitated. While they didn’t come personally, each sent representatives they trusted completely.

The centaurs arrived with massive stone slabs. The elves followed with carefully prepared lumber, and the beastmen helped carry everything, their strength making light work of what should have been exhausting labor.

Watching them all move together was surreal.

These were races that once clashed endlessly. Some had fought wars, others had simply ignored one another for generations. And yet here they were—working side by side, sharing tools, coordinating movements, helping not themselves, but someone else entirely.

It was... warm. Unexpectedly so.

"I still can’t believe you actually pulled this off, Leon," Agneis said quietly as she stood beside me, watching the scene unfold. "You really brought all the kingdoms together."

She let out a soft breath, shaking her head slightly.

"I didn’t expect this. Not like this."

Then she looked at me again, her expression unreadable for a brief moment.

"I guess... I really did find someone interesting after all."