Mike lay on his massive bed, staring at the ceiling. His new mansion was absurdly comfortable, but his mind was restless. The village needed a name.
He closed his eyes. "I'll sleep on it."
And just like that, he drifted off.
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Inside the Dream
Mike found himself standing in an endless void. The air buzzed with energy, and in front of him… was the System.
A glowing figure, neither human nor beast, floated before him. Its voice echoed through the void.
[You have reached a significant milestone. The village you rule must now have a name.]
Mike crossed his arms. "Yeah, that's why I'm here."
[Then speak. What shall this land be called?]
Mike paused. The name had to mean something. It wasn't just a random place anymore. It was his village, his home.
He thought of strength. Of the battles he fought. The people who followed him. The wild, untamed power of the land.
Then, he grinned.
"Drakos Fang."
The System pulsed with approval.
[The village is now officially registered as Drakos Fang.]
[Trade and diplomacy with nearby settlements have been unlocked.]
[New Evolution Pathways are available.]
Mike smirked. "Now we're talking."
The System's presence began to fade.
[Rest well, Lord of Drakos Fang. Your journey has only begun.]
The dream dissolved, and Mike drifted into a deeper sleep, knowing that when he woke, his village would have a name—and the future was waiting.
TO BE CONTINUED…