C2 I Don't Think He Is a Warrior

Although the wolf attack wasn't large in scale, it tragically resulted in the deaths of three men and left five others injured within the tribe. Ultimately, their primitive weapons were to blame. It was nearly impossible to kill a Black Wolf with just clubs and wooden spears, especially given the wolves' tough hides. That they managed to drive the wolves away was fortunate enough.

However, Hans's feat of killing a Black Wolf today was unprecedented. It was rumored that only the neighboring tribe boasted warriors skilled enough to slay wolves, who were revered like treasures by their people. No wonder they looked at Hans with such fervent admiration.

Before long, an elder clad in animal skins approached, escorted by the crowd. He was visibly moved as he hastened to Hans, scrutinizing him before suddenly dropping to his knees and exclaiming, "Thank you, warrior, for saving our tribe."

"Warrior!"

At that moment, every member of the tribe—young and old, men and women—knelt before Hans, paying him homage. As a modern young man, Hans was unaccustomed to such grand gestures. He quickly assisted the chief to his feet, insisting, "Please, there's no need for such formality. Let's... we should tend to the wounded first!"

The tribe's people were sincere and unpretentious. Seeing Hans prioritize the injured only deepened their gratitude and respect for him. The chief, quite pleased, respectfully invited, "Warrior, please follow me. Allow my people and me to extend our hospitality to you."

Hans was led to the tribe's largest wooden hut, which was adorned more lavishly than the rest. Straw mats lined the floor. Hans took a seat cross-legged at the head of the room, with the chief seated beside him. A young, attractive girl came to serve wine, and as she leaned forward, the animal skin at her chest loosened, causing Hans to turn red.

"Please, brave warrior," the chief said, presenting a clay wine bowl with both hands as a sign of respect.

Hans accepted the bowl, noting the wine's murky yellow appearance and sour scent. Despite this, he bravely drank it down, finding the flavor surprisingly palatable.

"I'm curious about where you hail from," the chief inquired, his face alight with hope. "Would you consider staying with our tribe and accepting our support?"

Hans said awkwardly, "Well, to be frank, I just want to get back to my hometown. I'm in search of something called a nuclear power plant. Have you ever heard of such a thing?"

Seeing the primitive state of this place, Hans had braced himself for disappointment, secretly hoping that this tribe was a hidden utopia, unaware of the advanced world beyond.

The patriarch pondered for a while before shaking his head, "I've never heard of it. But in my youth, I traveled far and wide. I've been to the Midlands, which is far more affluent than our Qingyang Tribe. The largest tribe there boasts tens of thousands of members and they can construct buildings three stories high. Maybe they have this nuclear thing you're looking for."

Hans felt a growing sense of despair at the patriarch's words and pressed on, "Is there anywhere in the world that's even more powerful and wealthy than the Midlands?"

The patriarch laughed lightly, "Among our human race, the Midlands is the pinnacle of strength and wealth. The barbarians to the north are more primitive than us. The western races, living in their stone houses, may be tall and strong, but they're not very bright. The south is overrun with beasts, and the east is plagued by sea monsters. They might be formidable, but they're just animals. What good are they for?"

"And what exactly are these beasts and sea monsters?" Hans asked, realizing the complexity of this world exceeded his expectations.

The patriarch looked at him with a hint of surprise but continued, "Simply put, sea monsters are chaotic sea creatures that dwell in the ocean. They can live both in the water and on land, possess immense strength, and are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. Some sea monsters resemble humans, intelligent and powerful, making them the toughest to handle. They've claimed the eastern lands and seas but can't venture too far inland without succumbing to dryness."

"As for the beasts of the south, they're merciless creatures. There's a giant long-armed ape, as big as a house, that can crush a person into pulp with a single swipe. There are also monsters that breathe fire and spit water, truly fearsome beings. Thankfully, a towering mountain range blocks their path, or we would have been devoured to the bone by now."

"It's terrifying..."

Hans was on the brink of despair, staring silently at the wine bowl on the table.

The chief thought Hans was pondering whether to stay or not, and discreetly left the room, leaving Hans by himself.

"Now what?" Hans murmured, lifting the bowl and draining it in one go.

"There is a way," Blue's voice emanated from the bracelet. "Blue is a state-of-the-art intelligent robot manufactured on Planet Sella, incorporating detailed data from most civilizations in the universe and equipped with numerous functions. I can assist you in constructing a nuclear power station here for energy."

"Really?" Hans's spirits were visibly lifted.

"Yet, building a nuclear power plant isn't a one-person job. We'll need a workforce to manufacture the machinery, but blueprints are something we have in abundance."

Suddenly, a holographic blue screen projected from the bracelet, displaying intricate blueprints for a nuclear power plant, from the comprehensive design down to the dimensions of each screw.

"Incredible!"

Hans slapped his thigh, exclaiming, "So, we're going to need metal for the nuclear power plant, right?"

"We have a detailed plan for metal refinement right here!"

The screen presented graphics and text outlining the specifics of metal extraction. It then shifted to display a wealth of knowledge on textiles, cooking, medicine, smelting, and more, including blueprints for an array of firearms, both large and small.

Hans was overwhelmed and thrilled, "Wow, does this mean I could actually forge a civilization here?"

"It's not as easy as it sounds. After running some calculations, Blue estimates that, even without any setbacks, you would need at least a hundred years to usher in the industrial age."

Hans's enthusiasm quickly fizzled out. He slumped back, disheartened, "Let's just forget it and focus on how to build the nuclear power station and get back home. Just the thought of that giant gorilla in the house gives me the creeps... So, what's our next move?"

"We need to gather a workforce. You'll require at least five thousand people for construction and another twenty thousand for logistics and security. Plus, there's the need for prior training, metal extraction, and the creation of basic machinery. Roughly three years should suffice to construct the most rudimentary nuclear power station."

"That means we need twenty-five thousand people..." Hans did the math. His tribe had barely two hundred members. To amass the necessary workforce, he'd need to unite with other tribes. But as a man averse to waging wars, he would have to attract them with the promise of a prosperous life instead.

How could he bring prosperity to the people here?

Blue offered many solutions, but ideas like hybrid rice just didn't cut it. The forest was teeming with wild beasts, making hunting the real deal.

"Let's leave none behind!"

Hans stepped outside to find over a hundred people gathered there. The patriarch had been waiting for quite some time. Upon hearing that Hans intended to stay, he was so overjoyed he nearly leapt for joy. The entire tribe erupted in cheers, welcoming the arrival of the valiant warrior.

The patriarch gestured excitedly to the crowd, "Child, come over here and pay your respects to the warrior!"

A muscular young man sauntered forward, his face etched with scorn. He gave Hans a cold glance and said, "Father, I don't believe he's a warrior."