The Terrifyingly Potent Constitution of a Demon Lord

Meanwhile, another area was a hive of intense activity.

In a relatively sheltered corner, two demon squads were using clay and rubble cleared from the ruins to attempt building the most primitive of pottery kilns, but the entire process was clumsy and fraught with frustration.

They needed containers to store their precious moonbeans, clean water, and even other potential future crops.

Even more, they needed fire-resistant bricks to reinforce future buildings.

However, the process was far from being as smooth as they had imagined.

The soldiers responsible for building the kiln walls were carefully stacking the misshapen mud bricks mixed with gravel, but the structure was shaky.

Just as they reached the third layer, with a “crash,” one side collapsed without warning, splattering mud everywhere and eliciting a few frustrated curses and sighs.

A sense of frustration permeated the air.

Every failure consumed precious stamina and time.

But they didn’t stop.

Wiping the mud from their faces, they silently bent down again and resumed mixing, shaping, and stacking.

It was clumsy, yet tinged with a thick stubbornness.

At the same time, the work of clearing the ruins continued unabated.

“Collect any useful fragments! Don’t let anything potentially useful get away! Every resource is important right now!”

Elia’s voice rang out across the ruins.

As the demon soldiers cleared the broken walls, every one of them had their eyes wide open.

A relatively intact pottery shard was carefully picked up, a twisted but still usable iron bar was pulled from the rubble, a regularly shaped stone slab was lifted by several of them working together… everyone was searching for anything that could be repurposed.

In fact, Vivian was also contemplating the collection of other seeds.

After all, moonbeans could only grow at night.

Although the sunlight in the Territory of Evernight wasn’t very strong during the day, perhaps they could still plant some other crops…

Vivian pondered this as she moved through the various areas bustling with reconstruction, offering guidance to her subordinates.

Although this was knowledge she had acquired from idly watching videos online in her previous life, knowledge that she would normally forget in a few days, Vivian found that now, as she recalled it, this foundational construction and farming knowledge, which she had only half-listened to for entertainment, was now incredibly clear in her mind.

‘So this is the constitution of a Demon Lord? It’s frighteningly potent.’

At this point, even Bai An herself had to marvel at how terrifyingly effective the stats of the mid-game Demon Lord Vivian’s body were.

And while organizing the reconstruction, Elia was also organizing teams to be sent out.

Just as Vivian had said the previous night, they were to go out to find resources, reconfirm the map, and most importantly, search for any remaining residents of the territory and other resources.

Although in the two months Vivian was away, the entire Territory of Evernight had been ravaged by all sorts of adventurers, mercenaries, and even regular army units as if it were their backyard, the territory was still vast.

It was unrealistic to think that all its resources could be stripped bare in just two months—it’s not like they were a plague of freaking locusts!

This also meant that not everyone had fled.

The top priority now was to find these people and confirm the locations of surrounding resource points.

Asi, after resting for a night, took his wolf pack, along with necessary rations, a magical communication device, and scouts with mapping and charting abilities, and left.

At the same time, four or five other small teams also fanned out to various regions of the Territory of Evernight to establish contact with the remaining populace.

The reconstruction work was not starting entirely from scratch.

As long as they could establish contact and resume exchanges with other remaining tribes and restore the supply of materials, the work of rebuilding the Demon Lord’s Castle would be much easier.

And this was Vivian’s hope—if the number of demons remaining in the Territory of Evernight was large enough, then she might be able to re-establish a system of order in just a few months.

Gazing at the reconstruction work proceeding in full swing, Vivian subconsciously rested her hand gently on her slightly protruding belly.

‘Can everything really go smoothly?’

Vivian remained skeptical about this, and the little life in her womb, as if sensing its mother’s heavy heart, moved slightly.

“Hm?”

That faint fetal movement was like a shot of adrenaline.

It instantly dispelled the sense of powerlessness surging in Vivian’s heart.

…Although logically speaking, a two-month-old fetus shouldn’t be felt by the mother at all, the child in her belly was the offspring of the strongest Hero and a Demon Lord.

It could even vaguely provide Vivian with some “guidance.”

Thus, Vivian was no longer surprised by any reaction from the child in her womb.

“Ten days for mycelia… twenty days for harvest—I hope everything goes smoothly.”

She murmured softly, her gaze shifting back to the fungus cellar, which was emitting a faint aura of life under the nourishment of the wood-element demons’ mana.

Then she looked at the stubborn, busy figures in the dust and smoke, and finally at the soldiers who were still diligently clearing ruins and collecting materials.

The pressure was mountainous, hope but a tiny sprout.

But Vivian, the Demon Lord of Evernight, had no path of retreat.

She took a deep breath of the air, thick with the scent of mold, earth, and the faint smell of battle, straightened her back, and turned toward the area where the wounded were gathered.

If everything was proceeding smoothly and normally, then the next thing she needed to do was to comfort the wounded soldiers a little.

Although they had been treated by Morgos’s medical staff during the retreat, and she had managed to snag a good amount of medicine, it still wasn’t enough for a force of over a thousand.

And that wasn’t even considering the present; future battles and casualties would not allow them to use up all their medicine now—so the missions of the teams sent out also included gathering medicinal herbs.

Vivian entered the temporary, incredibly makeshift “hospital” where the wounded were.

And to call it a hospital was a stretch; it could barely provide shelter from the wind and rain.

There were almost no beds, only some tarps and relatively clean stone slabs laid out as temporary cots.

Many demons lay in this incredibly scrounged-together environment.

Here, there were only a limited number of female demons who could cast healing magic, tending to the wounded.

The ratio was almost one to thirty, or even one to forty.

“Lady Demon Lord!”

Seeing Vivian appear, everyone couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.

The wounded soldiers who had been resting immediately tried to struggle to their feet, but a soft, gentle force pressed down on them.

“There is no need to rise.”

Vivian spoke faintly, her voice transmitted into everyone’s minds.

At the same time, she also radiated her own mana, evenly nourishing all the wounded soldiers before her.

Although there were over a thousand of them, for a Demon Lord, this amount of mana was nothing—a little of a Demon Lord’s power could accelerate the healing of their wounds, reduce their pain, and in a way, increase the recovery of her workforce.

While her pregnancy was not yet particularly obvious and the burden wasn’t heavy, Vivian still wanted to do as much as she could.