Primitive Man

Chapter 105: Current Development

"That's nice! Take it slow; don't try to shake it," Ayra was looking at the giant egg being loaded into a cart, tightly packed so they could carry it back to the village.

It was not an easy task since it was rather heavy and fragile compared to something like wood or stone, and that's exactly why they had to be extra careful while dealing with it.

While Ayra was busy dealing with the egg, Rona and Garnt kept looking at the walls of the special room inside the tunnel and how they could transfer the hot spring water into the village.

[Garnt, why don't we expand our village a lot like the space? After all, we will recruit a lot of people in the future, and if we wait until the last moment to expand the space, it would be a problem.]

Garnt kept thinking about Eva's words, and he tried to remember how big of a distance they had from the village to this tunnel.

"We can build another village, which is a sub-village, and assign a leader. We can't join the two villages since they are too far apart, and I already have an idea of whom I'm going to assign."

[Yes, that would be great too. We can start a hot spring here, which allows people to visit this place and relax from time to time, and also mine these valuable minerals. We can't just limit ourselves to one place. Also, look at your current progress.]

Name: Garnt

Title: Host of Eva

Sex: Male

Age: 17

Parameters+

STR - 15

AGI - 13

VIT - 14

INT - 12

END - 13

CHR - 9

Skills: Hunting, Building, Farming, Leadership, Exploration, Item making, Cooking, Navigation

Blueprints:

>Soap (2000)

>Horse carriage (5000)

>Oil extraction (4000)

Bionic Elements:

We'll face whatever challenges come our way, together. That's how it will always be."

In that embrace, surrounded by the people he cared about the most, Garnt didn't forget Eva, who was the reason, all of this started in the first place.

"Eva, can I meet your real body someday? I want to see you and hug you. After all, you're just as important to me as my other women now,"

She smiled upon hearing his words and felt warmth. In the past, she would have simply ignored his words, considering him a lowly cave human, but right now, to Eva, Garnt was more than that.

"I hope so! Let's work hard for that goal."

***

"What is this? I have never witnessed something like this," one of Moga's men muttered, scared of what might happen to them. After all, they had been hunting ever since Amel ordered them, without knowing what they were doing.

"Did you see how Moga came back that day? He was like a real beast! I felt shivers down my spine looking at him."

"I know. Amel must have done something to him."

They didn't even know whether Moga was alive or not but they kept bringing food and water since they had no idea what they could do without Moga or Amel ordering them. They were like meaty puppets waiting for the orders.

While these people were talking with each other full of doubts, Amel emerged from the cave, his body glistening with sweat, and an excited smile played on his lips. The men who had been waiting in anticipation turned their eyes toward him, curiosity and uncertainty evident on their faces.

"Amel, what is this? Why do we have to keep hunting like this?" One of them questioned, wanting some answers.

Amel's voice carried a sense of authority as he addressed them, "The time has come, fools." His words hung in the air, heavy with mystery and promise. "Moga, come outside and show your power,"

Moga, on the other hand, appeared from the cave right behind Amel, his expression seemingly emotionless and stiff. His body is full of marks, which most of people find confusing.

His silence was a stark contrast to the anticipation that had been building among the group. The men couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at Moga's unusual behaviour.

'Is that really our Moga?'

Some of them were confused because his face looked lifeless, but seeing what happened next, they knew it was indeed their Moga.

Without warning, he struck the cave entrance with his bare hand, a powerful impact that sent tremors through the ground. The very walls of the cave seemed to shudder and then shatter into a cloud of dust, revealing his extraordinary strength. It was a feat that defied human capability, and fear rippled through the assembled men.

"No way! He broke that with his bare hands,"

"Moga couldn't break stones like this, what happened to him? How did he get strong like this?"

The crowd started to question, but none of them showed any displeasure knowing if they did, their heads would fly.

Amel, however, raised his hands to calm their growing anxiety. "Fear not, fools," he said, his voice unwavering. "Moga and I have been blessed with abilities beyond what you've ever known. The time has come for us to build our own village, free from the Garnt's constraints. We will forge a new future, together."

His face suddenly showed an evil look, as he imagined Moga's new strength crushing Garnt's head like a ripe fruit. "A future where we are the leaders and fools will follow us without any questions,"

The men exchanged glances, their fear still present but now mixed with a glimmer of hope and they didn't even understand that they were indeed the fools that Amel was talking about.