MMORPG: Rise of The Dungeon Master.

Both Dwarfs came to him and swung their hammers up and down. Roan nodded his head at them.

"Lord. What. Next. To. Do?" both of them asked him.

'Such hardworking workers.'

Grave smiled and asked them, "So, did you guys finish the gene lab work?"

They nodded their head.

"Okay, next up you guys have 2 things to do." Dwarfs nodded their heads. "1st you need to make 1000 wooden treasure chests. Next, go to the arena construction and work on the detail of the lake and canals. And here, take these weeds."

Grave took out all the weeds from his inventory. There were 2 small stacks of weeds formed there. "Plant all of them near the north lake. You can order goblins as you like, but make sure to see and improve the basic construction plan as you fit."

"Yes. Lord." Both dwarfs nodded their heads and carried all the weeds on their backs. And started walking toward the construction site. Roan nodded his head at that and focused back on the massive building in front of him.

The gene lab was a massive structure, built from large gray stone blocks. It had a solid, imposing appearance resembling a large, bizarre storage house.

The entrance to the building was a grand archway, with intricate carvings of magical symbols adorning the walls on either side.

Roan moved around the building. He saw a river going inside the gene lab from one end and coming out from the other. This river looked crystal clear and had a weird magic enhancement in the water.

"Creational river," Grave said while looking at the river. Grave inspected the entire building from outside and nodded his head. There was a single massive main door that allow entry into the gene lab.

Grave walked to the huge main entrance.

Dwarfs forged the main gate of the gene lab from a heavy, mysterious metal that resembled iron or steel.

There were many intricate engravings, and symbols covering its surface. These were the secrets and mysteries of the magic of the gene lab.

Grave took a deep breath. He knew a new world awaits him just beyond those doors. He pushed the large door open and entered the lab.

Just as Grave entered the building, it enveloped him in darkness. He couldn't sense anything around him.

A soothing but unclear voice broke the illusion, and the surrounding blackness faded. He looked down upon a vast land from a bird's point of view.

The land before him was lush, with rolling hills and deep valleys. The rivers that flowed through the landscape were crystal clear, reflecting the sunlight that dappled the earth. In the distance, he could see the blue ocean, and the white caps of waves crashing against the shore.

As he looked closer, he saw that the land was teeming with life. Grave looked closer. He could see that the magical creatures were truly a wonder to behold.

Each one looked unique, with its own set of abilities and characteristics. Some could fly, others could breathe fire, and others could shape-shift at will.

Grave could feel the magic that flowed in the environment, tingling on his skin.

A soothing sound resonated in his consciousness. < God has power over the lives they handle. They create energy and magic, but they also can destroy it. These creatures you see before you are but a small fraction of the beauty and diversity of life in this world.

The gods created these creatures, and he has given them the power to create and destroy, to bring beauty and wonder, but also to bring destruction and chaos. This is the Power of Creation. >

Grave saw creatures that could control the elements, summoning lightning bolts and tornadoes at will. Some creatures could control the mind, manipulating the thoughts of others.

He saw creatures that could heal with a touch, and creatures that could kill with a glance.

The scene looked wonderful to him. Grave watched the creatures interact with each other, forming complex societies and hierarchies. He saw them hunt, mate, and raise their young, and the cycle of life and death play out before him.

<If there is a power of creation, then there is also a power of destruction.>

Suddenly, a disaster struck. The sky turned dark, and the land shook. A massive meteorite struck the land, and huge chunks of rock rained down from the sky.

The creatures panicked, running in all directions, trying to escape the destruction. But the meteorite was too much, and it killed many of the magical creatures in the impact.

There were a few bizarre creatures that survived all of this. Grave watched with wide eyes and focused on those surviving creatures, observing as many features about them as possible.

Most of the magical creatures that he had been looking at just a moment before were now nothing more than smoldering piles of ash.

The voice continued in his mind. < Now god gives some of the power to you. You, the god of the serpent village, have the power to create and control the life of snaked in your village.>

Grave focused back on the land. A new civilization started on the land. It was a snake-based civilization.

They were massive, and their scales shimmered in the sunlight. They slithered and coiled around each other, communicating in a language that he couldn't understand.

'Even with my god power, I could not understand what these snakes were talking about.' Grave thought to himself, in shock.

He saw the snakes had built massive structures, made of stone and adorned with intricate carvings. The snakes moved with purpose, and they had a complex society and culture.

In this snake-based civilization, many rulers were vying for control. He focused on a few of them. Each one was distinct in their appearance and abilities, and they all had their own unique way of ruling.

One ruler had hair made of writhing snakes and a gaze that could turn her enemies to stone. She controlled the power of petrification and lived in a white palace made of marble.