I Somehow Got Tasked With Managing A Realm – Chapter 18

I Somehow Got Tasked With Managing A Realm – Chapter 18

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I shoveled another spoonful of amino acids into my mouth. It had been 61 days since I had become a ruler, yet my routine had not changed much- in between classes and training I usually passed the time by watching over my realm.

Today was no different as I looked up at the screen eating the bowl of white powder as if it were cereal.

"You know... this actually isn't as bad as it sounds."

That was a lie.

Every bite made me want to throw up, but I kept going for the off-chance that it was actually helping my muscles.

I tried to feed some to Mr. Flippers, but it didn't seem to fit his tastes. After one bite, the bowl went flying across the room. Apparently, that was not enough punishment for souring his tastebuds and I had the misfortune of witnessing the penguin jumping angrily on top of it for an hour straight after that.

Such innocent proteins were being mercilessly abused... all they wanted were to make him healthy and strong.

Despite the pain in my chest, I still made half-hearted attempts to get the penguin to give it another shot.

Mr. Flippers hasn't had anything to eat since I brought him here. I want to feed him, but it's not like I could make fish with domain creation.

Speaking of the tiny penguin, he started working on making a tiny igloo in the corner of the room. I tried to help him several times, but he continued to reject my help. It seemed he had a vision for what he wanted it to look like, so I simply accepted my role as his personal snowmaker. Plus, I figured that since I made the entire realm on my own, he deserved to have his own project too.

As for my realm, there had been a lot of changes over the half-centum millennium that had passed there. Although some evolution was expected, I did not anticipate just how fast it was already occurring.

Putting evolution aside, the first and most obvious change was with the landscape itself- specifically with the major river that separated the east and west sides of the continent. It had grown much curvier since I first created it and a small canyon had begun to form as it eroded the land. I was already a bit concerned about how my humans would be able to cross the river given how wide it is, but this canyon only heightened my fears.

My future humans would be limited to half of the continent with this barrier in place.

Despite their small territory and poisonous body, the chickens were still relentless in their hunger and continued to try to eat these mushrooms.

Another chicken slightly larger than the last showed up on the screen and took a bite out of a similar yellowish mushroom. It staggered, yet it happily trotted away with a full belly after a few moments passed paying no mind to its fallen comrade.

It appeared that an evolutionary arms race had begun between the chickens and the mushrooms.

Nothing from the outside was much different between these new poison-resistant chickens other than their slightly larger size, so I was not sure whether to count them as a new species at this point, rather I characterized them as a variant. The same could not be said for a different type of chicken back in the East.

The heavy competition for food mixed with the massive overpopulation of chickens quickly triggered a change in some of the feathery creatures.

A group of chickens began hunting their brethren for nutrients during a particularly bad famine a while back. Gradually, their beaks began to recede and were replaced with what resembled something closer to a snout containing jagged teeth that excelled in ripping flesh. These predator chickens were noticeably larger than the others and had much thicker legs and smaller wings. From what I could tell, they hunted in small packs as they grew up before hunting solo when they reached maturity. They would stay solo until they found a mate and at that point, the partners would hunt together with their newly born predator chicks and restart the cycle.

Thanks to these predators, the overwhelming chicken population finally started to get regulated and the moss in the area could once again gain its foothold.

The fish developed in a similar way to the chickens with both new predator and prey species being developed in the now phytoplankton-rich waters. There were already well over five distinct species that I could see and I only expected this number to grow. Sadly, none of these were really worth mentioning- they were simply fish of different colors and sizes. This was in complete opposition to the earthworms which pretty much stayed the same throughout all of these years. The only slight change was that the earthworms in the west were a few inches longer than their eastern counterparts.

I think that they are actually helping... I haven't seen anything rotting on the ground and the trees all look extremely healthy. Still, they could definitely use a stick.

With a sigh, I looked back towards the igloo Mr. Flippers was building.

300,000 years to go... there's no telling what will happen in that time.

I slipped into thought as another block of snow was stacked upon the icy wall.

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