That time I got transmigrated with a system made by Dad.

Leo sat down on a tree stump just outside the village, rubbing his temples as he replayed the conversation with his father. His mind was still trying to wrap around the absurdity of it all.

(Flashback)

"Listen, son," his father had said, stroking his glorious, godly beard that shimmered faintly with divine light Leo was sure it was for just for the sake of looking like a wise old man."You've been dealt a rough hand in life because of me."

"No kidding," Leo muttered, crossing his arms.

"Look, I may or may not have... annoyed Veldanava a bit. You know, the Star King Dragon, creator of this world. Totally my bad." His father's sheepish grin did little to ease Leo's rising blood pressure.

"You annoyed a literal God with big G, and now I'm paying the price? I was not even Tensura world but a random one, why?"

"Well, not entirely my fault! He's a bit touchy about people messing with his creations. But hey, I'm fixing it! I've created a safe little sandbox for you to grow strong in. You can even be the Chief of a village!"

Leo blinked. "Wait, you're putting me in a video game setting to fix this mess?"

His father clapped him on the shoulder, his divine strength nearly sending Leo sprawling. "Exactly! You'll have resources, a system, and loyal villagers. It is practically easy mode!"

(Present)

"Easy mode, my ass," Leo muttered, glaring at the village he was now responsible for.

Sure, the system he'd been granted had some perks. The Gacha feature gave him random items and skills, and the Store allowed him to purchase useful materials and equipment. But his luck ensured that he rarely got anything higher than "common" quality unless the stars aligned perfectly.

At least his status screen had some decent highlights:

[Status]

Name: Leo Lyros (changed from Godblood)

Title: Chief, Youngest One

Race: Human God (Barely)

Strength: B (Raw)

Skills:

Fireball (Rare): A destructive flame-based spell.

Zap (Common): A low-damage lightning bolt that stuns for one second.

Heal (Rare): Minor wound healing.

Snow (Common): Creates snow to slow targets.

Void (Epic): Creates a sealed space that rains destructive energy within a 5-meter radius.

Special Skills:

Summon [Army]: Summons troops based on resources.

Teleport [Town Hall]: Instantly teleport to the Town Hall.

The [Village] tab was both a blessing and a curse. His "sandbox" village had potential but was far from paradise.

[Village Status]

Population: 81 (50 Villagers, 20 Barbarians, 10 Archers, Chief)

Buildings: Town Hall, Archer Tower, Public Toilet, Wooden Fence

Defenses: Magical Cannon, Archer Tower

His villagers were all hardworking and skilled, but they were all beautiful women. This wasn't a perk, it was a constant headache. He could barely issue orders without feeling like a hormonal teenager. On top of that, his army, consisting of Barbarians and Archers, was woefully outnumbered compared to the hostile forces in the region.

The village's location between Hog Mountain and Goblin Forest was both a blessing and a curse. The area was rich in resources, including rare plants and ley lines, but it also attracted Goblins, Hog Riders, and other nuisances.

And then there was the upcoming raid.

Leo pulled up the notification again:

[Raid Alert]

Time Remaining: 30 Days

Enemy Forces: Goblin Lord (Leader) + Goblin Army

Recommended Preparation: Reinforce Defenses, Expand Army

He groaned. "Thirty days to stop a Goblin horde led by a Goblin Lord. Sure, no problem. I'll just throw snowballs at them and hope they slip to their deaths."

To make matters worse, the Goblin Forest's recent hostility hinted that this raid wouldn't be a simple skirmish. A Goblin Lord organizing an attack meant trouble.

Leo shook his head, determination replacing his earlier frustration. "Fine. If the world wants to throw me into the deep end, I'll swim."

His immediate priorities were clear:

1. Upgrade the Town Hall to unlock better resources.

2. Train his army and villagers in basic combat.

3. Expand defenses and fortify the village.

He opened the [Store] and received his daily free item:

[100 Logs of Wood]

"Perfect timing," Leo muttered. The materials he'd collected earlier—iron, gold, elixir, and stones—were finally enough to upgrade the Town Hall.

He summoned the dwarven builders, Do-Right and Do-Wrong, to begin construction. As expected, the duo's antics soon derailed progress, leading to yet another village-wide commotion.

But this time, Leo was ready.

Activating [Teleport: Town Hall], he appeared amid the chaos just as Do-Right's muffled yells echoed from inside the public toilet.

Do-Wrong stood nearby, sheepishly scratching his head, while the Barbarians and Archers surrounded the scene, ready for battle.

Leo took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "All right. Who's going to explain why my builders are reenacting a slapstick comedy routine during a raid preparation timeline?"

Do-Wrong raised his hand. "It was the megaphone," he said simply, pointing to the broken remnants on the ground.

Leo sighed. "I'm surrounded by idiots. Let's get this Town Hall upgraded before the Goblin Lord gets here and laughs us to death."

With a month to prepare, Leo knew it wasn't going to be easy, but for the first time, he felt a spark of excitement. A chaotic village full of misfits was better than no village at all. He'd turn this ragtag group into a force to be reckoned with or die trying.

(Side Story The Fake Ride of the Riders)

Leo had barely stepped into the forest to hunt some wild beasts when a loud, iconic "RIDAAH!" echoed across the valley. He froze mid-step, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword.

"Wait a second..." he muttered, narrowing his eyes. Something was off.

The sound was missing the thunderous trumpets and the earth-shaking booms that always accompanied an actual Hog Rider charge. Plus, it came from inside the village. Inside the shield.

He pulled up the village interface just to make sure.

[Village Status]

Name: [Unnamed]

Ruler: Leo Lyros (Chief)

Clan: [Unavailable]

Location: Near Valley of Magic, Center of Hog Mountains, and Goblin Forest.

Population: 81 (Villagers, Barbarians, Archers, Chief)

Status: Shield (21 Days Active)

Relief washed over him. "Figures," he muttered. "Probably the dwarves causing trouble again."

Leo sighed and activated [Teleport: Town Hall], appearing right in the heart of the village. What greeted him, however, was utter chaos.

Standing proudly in his underwear was Do-Wrong, wielding his massive stone hammer like some ancient warlord. His face was twisted in a mix of panic and determination, while nearby, the other dwarf, Do-Right, was wedged head-first into the newly built public toilet, his legs flailing helplessly in the air.

A broken megaphone lay in the dirt, its pieces still vibrating faintly with residual magic.

The village archers had formed a semicircle around Do-Wrong, their bows drawn and aimed at his heart. Among them stood a cold-faced pink-haired archer, glaring daggers at the scene.

Before Leo could process the absurdity, the ground trembled. From all corners of the village, ten roaring Barbarians charged into the scene, their swords raised high, screaming battle cries like "For glory!" and "Blood for the Chief!"

Leo pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning. "Not again."

(Flashback)

Do-Right wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, admiring the materials they'd gathered for the Town Hall upgrade. "Finally, we've got everything we need! Let's get to work, Do-Wrong."

His younger brother, however, was sprawled on a nearby haystack, snoring loudly with a bubble steadily inflating and deflating from his nose.

Do-Right frowned. "Lazy git," he muttered, scratching his beard. "Fine, if he wants to slack off, I'll wake him up the hard way."

With a wicked grin, Do-Right reached into his Builder Inventory and pulled out the magical megaphone—an item he'd been saving for just such an occasion. He leaned close to Do-Wrong's ear and bellowed in a perfect imitation of a Hog Rider's war cry:

"RIDAAH!"

The effect was instantaneous.

Do-Wrong bolted upright, his stone hammer in hand before his eyes were even fully open. "H-HOG RIDERS?!" he shrieked. In his panic, he swung the hammer wildly, striking the megaphone with such force that it shattered and sent shards flying everywhere.

Unfortunately for Do-Right, he was standing directly behind the megaphone.

CRACK!

The hammer collided with Do-Right's gut, launching him like a sack of potatoes. He crashed through the door of the half-finished public toilet and got wedged head-first into the seat.

Do-Wrong blinked, looking around in confusion. His hammer was still raised defensively, his trousers now tangled around his ankles after his hasty wake-up call. "Wait... no Hog Riders?"

(Back to Present)

Leo stood in stunned silence, taking in the bizarre tableau. Slowly, he turned to the pink-haired archer, who appeared to be the only sane person left in the vicinity.

"What happened?" Leo asked, pointing to the mess.

The archer didn't lower her bow, her expression deadpan. "Do-Right yelled into a megaphone to wake up Do-Wrong. Do-Wrong panicked, swung his hammer, and sent Do-Right flying into the toilet."

Leo's eye twitched. "And why are the Barbarians here?"

She shrugged. "They heard the Rider Call and thought it was a real attack. They came to fight."

As if on cue, one of the Barbarians skidded to a halt in front of Leo, his chest heaving. "Chief!" he roared, his sword gleaming. "Where's the enemy? Point us at 'em!"

Leo resisted the urge to scream. Instead, he calmly raised his hand and gestured to Do-Wrong.

"There's your enemy," he said flatly.

The Barbarians turned as one, their eyes landing on the half-naked dwarf.

Do-Wrong blinked, holding up his hammer sheepishly. "Uhh... hi?"

"FOR THE VILLAGE!" the Barbarians roared, charging at him with terrifying enthusiasm.

Leo finally gave up and sank to the ground, his head in his hands. "These idiots are going to give me a migraine before the Goblins do..."

~~~~

Improved the chapter Gimme Powerstones Brothers otherwise the girls will be your sisters.