The Transmigrated Novelist

The war ended with the tigers win, but by a really close margin, as he was really close to losing at the end. One thing was for sure though, he had been completely drained that night.

If he didn't want to lose his edge in the future, he had to make sure that he grew stronger.

The dream of a big Harem was clearly a great intention, but if he didn't have the strength and stamina to back it up, then it was useless.

He had to make sure that something like that didn't happen, and that he would always enjoy every night of his life like this.

What he didn't expect though, was that when he woke up the next morning he found out, that the previous night had helped him quite a bit.

The path to becoming stronger, and going against the logic had always been the path of testing one's abilities, and limits.

A warrior was able to become stronger only when he reached the limit and then pushed himself through that limit.

Stronger muscles didn't mean necessarily a stronger warrior, the forest barbarians and Roy were a clear example of this situation.

The barbarians were clearly a few levels above Roy in muscle mass, height, and body composition, but they weren't necessarily stronger than Roy.

That was because Roy's strength wasn't only on his muscles, but spread all over his body. Or to be more exact in six components, strength, flesh, viscera, muscle, bones, and pulse.

Normally a warrior wouldn't be able to skip one of these levels and continue with the next one, but Roy's order had been messed up that time under the 10 times gravity.

Unwillingly, and unconsciously his whole body had simultaneously been tempered at that moment, completely skipping the level's idea, and directly influencing him.

He could still continue to train himself with each of those levels slowly, but he could do it at the same time also.

What had happened the previous night had completely drained him of his physical strength, and his body strength, which had forced him to surpass his limits, and then regeneration had kicked in.

Another surprising effect of the stone altar inside Gaia was that its healing and regenerative effects weren't only momentary, but also temporary.

That place or the energy of that place had affected his body and boosted his own body's regenerative effects.

The change wasn't really obvious at the moment, but according to his estimations, it was around 2 or 3 times that of the normal people regeneration.

People and especially warriors would kill for such an effect, as the amount they would pay was beyond imagination, and he was getting that just by standing a bit over that stone altar.

Gaia was most certainly his biggest opportunity and treasure, something that he could never lose. Gaia was the cheat ability that would help him conquer Navita, and reach higher realms.

Time was passing as he was thinking like that, as the ladies by his side started to wake up one after the other, and each of them did as they were ordered the previous night.

From now on, each of them should wake up and give him a big juicy kiss, and then if he so wishes they should serve him with their mouths.

After doing this morning routine, he got up from the bed, and then called them towards the river area.

Not that he had finally built his Harem as he had, it was time to give them the treatment and training they should be getting.

His Harem army wasn't just a dream for him, it was a goal. He intended to seriously build a powerful harem army, from his women, and have them always by his side.

And even those that didn't want to be part of that army, they should have enough strength, and power to hold their position.

His attention towards the ladies would certainly give them a bit of an edge, but at the end of the day, they could only keep their place if they were strong enough.

In fact, he also intended that starting from next year the ladies of his Harem would start fighting in competitions with each other, and missions in order to earn their place.

Like that he would be able to promote and demote women in his Harem according to their performance, making them work harder, and grow stronger.

The life of a Mage or a Warrior increased with the Ranks, as it was always the double or the triple of the previous rank.

Meaning that if the normal average span of a normal person in Navita was around 150-200 years old, then those of the first Rank would have double that.

Those of Rank 2 would have double of those in Rank 1, and so on and so forth. As powerhouses in the 9th Rank were able to leave for around 100 thousand years, which was by no means a small figure.

For that reason, Roy understood, or it would be more exact to say that he was making efforts in one direction.

To make a natural selection of the ladies by his side, those that would be able to stay by his side would be those that were able to follow him until his last breath.

This system he was planning to implement would be able to give him the necessary edge, and way to make that happen.

But firstly, everything started with training and teaching. For that reason, the area around the river would be completely sealed from now on, as it would turn into his Harem quarters, and training grounds.

As soon as they arrived there, Roy immediately started with a few warm-up sessions, like running, cardio, and yoga which were difficult as this was their first time doing them.

And after the warm-up started the real terror for these ladies, as they felt like they were under some kind of demon instructor, and not the man that they had slept with during the night.

When they were done in two hours, the ladies were unable to get up from their position, but the demon instructor didn't seem to care much, as he threw them all in the river.

If they didn't want to die, then they should do whatever they could to get up, and stand above the water, but at the same time they found out that the cold water was slowly relaxing their bodies.

The ladies didn't know what to think at that moment, but then they heard the heavy voice of the demon,

"Hurry up, you have other things to do during the day!"

It felt like they were being sentenced for some crime that they hadn't committed but none of them could refuse Roy's orders, so they did just as they were told.

On the other hand, Roy left their group and went towards another area in the surroundings of the camp, it was time for the new recruit warriors' training.

Since these groups had different levels of strength, stamina, and endurance he was forced to train each group separately, and give them instructions separately.

Even though he hadn't planned these things on paper, he was very clear mentally about his goals and expectations.

After the new recruits, it was the time of the current warriors training, that could surely hold on longer, and hardier than every other group, as they were also the group he spent most of the time with.

In the upcoming battle with the Coyote, these guys would be the heart of his army, and he needed them to be as strong as they could.

After the training was over, it was time for them all to start eating the hunt that his beasts had captured that day, and then it was time to work.

There was a lot of work to be done around the camp, and the first and foremost was clearly fortification of the place.

At the moment this place was nothing more than a junction of rag-tag tents, that were able to protect them only from the rain, and a bit from the cold.

If some wild animal, beast, or warriors attacked them, then they would be nothing more than a big yummy bit.

So firstly, Roy decided to build a defensive line and some sentries. But it was really difficult for them to be built as these barbarians had no idea how to do it.

He had to explain them everything from scratch and go with the usual routine. Monkey see monkey do.

Even though it was really tiring mentally, and a boring task to fulfill he continued doing that patiently, as slowly he found a few good potential seedlings, and left them to practice on their own.

After the defensive line, the next important thing was the current living standards, as those tents were just too useless, and ugly.

He would like to have some wool, but right now that was out of the question, as the only thing he could use was the animal skins.

With the usual teaching method, he taught a few barbarians to clean the hides of the animals his beasts would hunt, and then use them in place of cloth.

At the same time, he sent a few others to collect wood, and some other materials in the forest, as he was planning to build a few better wooden structured tents in the camp.

Doing everything like this was quite difficult, especially when he had to demonstrate everything that they had to do himself.

It took him around a full week to finally have these guys understand their duties, and have them comply with those duties.

It was quite a tiring and troublesome job, but the importance was starting to show…