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The highest floor of the Grand Sovereign Tower of Coleus did not look like a traditional medieval throne room. Under Demon Lord Loki's direction, it had been meticulously remodeled into an ultra-modern, soundproofed executive boardroom. A long, polished obsidian conference table sat at the center, surrounded by ergonomic leather chairs that completely defied the standard craftsmanship of this world.
The atmosphere inside was thick with absolute, unyielding reverence.
Sitting on one side of the table was Testarossa, her long white hair cascading flawlessly over her pristine black military uniform. Her eyes were sharp, calculating, and filled with an almost terrifying elegance. Next to her sat Ultima, freshly returned from her psychological terror mission in Blumund, casually kicking her legs back and forth beneath her chair with an innocent smile. Across from them sat Carrera, her golden hair tied into its signature wild ponytail, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the obsidian surface as if she were waiting for a fuse to blow.
Behind them stood their respective direct subordinates: Moss, the ancient, miniature-sized peak Archdemon who handled the faction's macro-intelligence, and Zonda, who stood perfectly straight with a pristine leather notepad clutched in his hands.
The heavy doors slid open, and Loki walked into the room. He wore a loose, tailored black duster over a comfortable silk shirt, looking entirely too relaxed for someone whose continent-shaking duel with Guy Crimson was only a few days away.
The moment he stepped inside, all five high-tier demons stood up in perfect, simultaneous unison, bowing so deeply that their foreheads were practically parallel to the obsidian table.
"Welcome, Lord Loki," Testarossa spoke, her voice a melody of pure, absolute devotion. "The inner council of Coleus is fully assembled at your command."
"Yeah, yeah, sit down, everyone. No need for the stiff formalities," Loki waved his hand casually, walking to the head of the table and slumping into his executive chair. He leaned back, crossing his legs comfortability. "Ultima, I assume Blumund received our little warning gracefully?"
"Oh, absolutely, Lord Loki!" Ultima giggled, her eyes narrowing into two crescent moons of pure malice. "The human Guildmaster looked like he was about to physically choke on his own tongue, and the King was practically weeping with gratitude. They promised to play their parts like perfect little actors. The Falmuth lambs are marching right into Rimuru's waiting hands."
"Good," Loki smirked, a dark, amused glint passing through his eyes. "Now that the pieces on the western front are moving themselves, it's time for us to focus on the long-term future of Coleus itself. I called you all here today because I've finalized the structural design for our nation's next evolutionary phase. We are going to turn this entire kingdom into the world's absolute premier Universal Luxury Tourist Zone."
The executives blinked, exchanging silent, curious glances. The phrase "Tourist Zone" was completely foreign to their spiritual vocabulary.
Loki leaned forward, slamming a massive, tightly rolled stack of thick parchment onto the center of the obsidian table. With a casual flick of his finger, a localized gust of wind caught the edges, unrolling the papers across the entire length of the table.
The Primordials leaned over, their eyes widening as they stared at the mind-bogglingly intricate, multi-layered architectural blueprints. The designs were rendered in perfect three-dimensional perspective, featuring sprawling geometric complexes, interconnected transport networks, and structural aesthetics that had never existed in the history of the Cardinal World.
Loki, possessing the memories of a modern transmigrator from Earth, had shamelessly spent his recent leisure hours completely plagiarizing the pinnacle of corporate human engineering, framing them entirely as his own peerless, spontaneous flashes of creative genius.
"Allow me to break down the core infrastructure," Loki said, tapping a section of the map with a sleek fountain pen.
[Sovereign Project: Coleus Phase 1]
├── Sector A: The Integrated Luxury Resort & Entertainment Core
├── Sector B: The Centralized Commercial Shopping Arcade
├── Sector C: The Grand Elemental Amusement Park
└── Sector D: The Geothermal Volcanic Hot Spring District
"First, we have Sector A: The Integrated Luxury Resort," Loki announced, puffing out his chest with an air of absolute intellectual superiority. "This is a singular, massive architectural marvel that combines five-star hospitality, high-end dining, and supervised entertainment lounges under one roof. It is designed to cater exclusively to the obscenely wealthy nobles, monarchs, and merchant barons of the Western Nations. We will provide them with a level of luxury so suffocatingly perfect that they will willingly hollow out their national treasuries just to stay for a weekend."
Testarossa's eyes flared with intense fascination. She leaned closer, analyzing the layout of the luxury suites. "An economic siphon disguised as an paradise... Lord Loki, this is an incredibly sinister and brilliant method of bloodless territorial domination. By controlling their leisure, we control their capital flow."
"Exactly, Testarossa! You get it," Loki lied smoothly, absorbing her praise like a sponge. "Next, we have Sector B: The Centralized Shopping Arcade. It's a massive, multi-tiered glass-domed avenue where merchants from all across the world will rent stalls under our strict regulatory laws. We will centralize global trade right in our backyard, taxing the transactions while providing an unparalleled consumer experience."
"And what is this strange, circular structure over here?" Carrera interrupted, pointing her blunt finger toward a sprawling, chaotic layout of massive tracks, colossal wheels, and artificial fantasy landscapes.
"Ah, that is Sector C: The Grand Elemental Amusement Park," Loki smirked, leaning back with a proud grin. "It's a massive zone designed for pure, unadulterated entertainment. I've engineered concepts called 'Rollercoasters'. High-speed mechanical carts that loop through the air using gravitational physics and massive 'Ferris Wheels' that take citizens high into the clouds. We will use low-tier elemental spirits to power the visual effects, creating a fairytale landscape that will captivate commoners and nobility alike."
Carrera gasped, her eyes sparkling with uncharacteristic excitement. "High-speed metal carts looping through the air?! Lord Loki, that sounds like an absolute thrill! Can we put explosive runes on the tracks to make it more exciting?!"
"Absolutely not, Carrera. This is for tourists, not a military training exercise," Loki deadpanned, shaking his head before moving his pen to the final sector. "And lastly, Sector D: The Commercial Hot Spring District. We will tap into the local geothermal veins beneath the Coleus mountain ranges, channeling the mineral-rich volcanic water into structured, high-end public and private bathhouses. Combined with unique relaxation therapies and imported culinary delicacies, it will become a sanctuary for spiritual and physical rejuvenation."
The boardroom fell into a stunned, breathless silence.
The Primordials stared at the blueprints, then looked up at Loki as if they were gazing upon a supreme deity of creation. To them, the concepts of modern Earth capitalism, entertainment sociology, and consumer-driven urban planning were completely indistinguishable from transcendent, god-like wisdom. They had spent thousands of years observing human history, yet not a single mortal empire had ever conceived of an economic engine of this caliber.
"To conceive of such a flawless, multidimensional societal structure entirely from scratch..." Moss muttered, his small voice trembling with profound awe as he adjusted his monocle. "The depth of your intellect truly knows no bounds, Lord Loki. You have completely redefined the very concept of nation-building."
"It is truly a peerless masterpiece," Testarossa whispered, her eyes shining with absolute adoration. "To turn the entire world's population into willing financial subjects of Coleus... Your wisdom shines brighter than the stars themselves, Master."
Loki cleared his throat slightly, feeling only a very minor, temporary pang of guilt for completely plagiarizing modern human history. 'Hey, don't look at me like that,' he thought to himself. 'Good artists copy, great artists steal. Besides, Vegas and Disneyland don't exist in this world, so technically, I am the inventor.'
"Now then, let's talk about the actual execution," Loki said, his expression turning sharp as he pulled up the labor logistics sheet. "As you all know, Coleus has the financial capital and the raw magical resources to fund this project, but our domestic human population lacks the specialized physical labor and structural engineering experience to build something of this scale within my desired timeline."
"Shall I mobilize our demon corps to manually shape the earth, Lord Loki?" Carrera offered, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade. "I can flatten the mountain ranges with an Abyssal Streak in less than five minutes."
"And destroy the entire geothermal vein in the process? I think not," Loki sighed, shooting her a warning glare. "No, we are going to use a highly specialized, professional external workforce. I have already negotiated a heavy-duty engineering lease with Arashi, specifically contracting the High Orcs under the command of Geld."
Moss nodded rapidly, his analytical mind instantly recognizing the strategic brilliance of the move. "The High Orcs of Arashi... their reputation for infrastructure development is unmatched across the central continent. They built the entire highway network connecting the Great Jura Forest in a matter of months. Their physical stamina, unyielding discipline, and innate earth-affinity magic make them the absolute apex of construction labor."
"Exactly," Loki nodded. "Geld's men don't just build fast; they build to last. I've already sent the preliminary structural specs to Rimuru, and Geld has agreed to deploy a specialized vanguard of ten thousand High Orc engineers and stonemasons to Coleus. They will be arriving via our coordinated spatial gates immediately after the western border conflict wraps up."
Loki turned his attention to his chief intellect. "Moss, Zonda. Run the macro-metrics based on the High Orc labor force and our internal magical assistance. I want a realistic assessment of the construction timeline for Phase 1."
Moss stepped forward, closing his eyes as his massive, ancient processing capabilities began to crunch the data at terminal velocity. Beside him, Zonda's pen flew across his leather notepad, sketching out the material supply lines, magical reinforcement grids, and structural masonry variables.
After a few minutes of dense calculation, Moss opened his eyes, a look of profound satisfaction on his face. He tapped the notepad, presenting the finalized analytical breakdown to Loki.
Project Sector Primary Labor Force Magical Assistance Estimated Completion
Sector A: Luxury Resort 3,000 High Orcs Spatial/Gravity Magic Core Reinforcement 3 Months
Sector B: Shopping Arcade 2,000 High Orcs Advanced Barrier/Glass Masonry 2 Months
Sector C: Amusement Park 3,000 High Orcs Elemental Spirit Binding (Wind/Earth) 4 Months
Sector D: Hot Spring District 2,000 High Orcs Geothermal Fluidity & Earth Alteration 2 Months
"Lord Loki, the metrics are entirely favorable," Moss reported with absolute certainty. "By utilizing the unparalleled muscle density and tireless work ethic of Geld's High Orcs, alongside the high-tier spatial and elemental magic provided by our own demon corps to instantly shape the heavy masonry, we do not need years to realize your vision. Phase 1 of the Universal Luxury Tourist Zone can be fully realized and open for commercial operations within a matter of four months."
Ultima clapped her hands together in pure delight. "Four months! The look on the Western Saints' faces when a grand paradise materializes out of nowhere is going to be absolutely priceless!"
"Excellent work, Moss," Loki smiled, closing the blueprints with a sharp snap. "Make sure the supply lines for the raw materials from Coleus's northern mines are fully secured by the time the Orcs arrive. I want zero administrative delays."
"By your absolute command, Lord Loki," the executives shouted in perfect harmony, bowing deeply once more.
Loki leaned back in his chair, a thoroughly satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The chessboard was set, the economic blueprint was finalized, and the future of Coleus as the ultimate global superpower was completely locked in. Now, he just had to deal with a certain red-haired older brother in the Barren Lands.
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