REWARDS:
—X1 Common-grade skill scroll
—X2 Basic-grade skill scrolls
—X1 Random reward card
—X1 Magic gem
—X5 Basic-grade swords
—X50 Canned food (random)
|| Rewards have been allocated to your [🎒 Inventory] ||
Ragnar could not take his eyes off the reward he had gotten this ti.
The Common-grade skill scrolls, the magic gem, the random rewards cards, and dozens of canned foods—Ragnar was beyond elated at the sight.
Unfortunately, he could not show his true reaction, as he had to keep his cool to finish his act before the people.
"Everything disappeared!"
"The ancestors took everything!"
"They accepted our offering!"
"Our prayers will be answered, our wishes will be granted—our ancestors are aweso!"
The people were still astonished by the ethereal display that had taken place before them. From the faint blue hue that shrouded the items to their sudden disappearance, it was nothing short of miraculous.
They fixed their gazes on Ragnar, who still held the sa pose and expression, as if he were speaking directly with the ancestors.
The crowd quickly fell silent.
Ragnar, on the other hand, expertly ordered Onxy to reveal all the items except the magic gem, the random rewards cards, and the skill scrolls.
"Everyone, watch what the gods have blessed us with!" Ragnar said, lowering his gaze to the people.
He then instructed Onxy to pour out all the items he had been told to display.
Instantly, dozens of canned foods and five swords fell out of thin air.
"It’s a miracle!"
"Look at those!"
"Space is bending to the command of the ancestors!"
"This is astonishing!"
"Those swords look very sharp. Ard with such a blade, we would be able to defeat our enemies!"
The people reacted exactly as Ragnar had expected.
They stepped forward to examine the items more closely.
Ragnar maintained a gentle smile and kept his composure.
He crouched, picked up one sword and one can of food, and lifted them skyward, as though he were thanking the ancestors for their blessings. The elders felt proud that Ragnar showed such respect.
"Everyone, pick a can," Ragnar instructed.
The crowd nodded, and each person selected a can.
Ragnar spotted the skinny middle-aged man who had been spreading rumors about a curse, trying to take an extra can, and imdiately slapped his hand away.
After everyone had picked a can, Ragnar showed them how to open it.
"This looks like fish—no, it is fish! Cooked and ready to eat!"
"Mine is beans in sauce, it looks delicious."
"I don’t know what mine is—Mom, take a look at this."
Everyone announced what they found in their cans: many had sardines and tuna, a few had corned beef, and one had beans.
Their reactions varied, but all of them looked excited and eager to eat.
Ragnar opened his own, which contained sauced beans.
He lifted the can into the sky, his eyes fixed on the people as he instructed, "Please eat, everyone. Taste the goodness."
Following his lead, the people began to consu their canned food.
Although their thods were sowhat rough, they still enjoyed the flavors and delicate textures.
Their table beca alive with murmurs of surprise and delight as each person savored the unexpected flavors.
Comnts about the unique tastes spread across the eting spot.
The middle-aged man who had always preached about the settlent being cursed shed silent tears as the sumptuous food t his taste buds.
Beside him, so young n began to weep as well—not from pain or sorrow, but from the exquisite flavor.
Hehe, to think canned foods like these were mostly looked down upon on Earth, but here they are seen as divine, Ragnar laughed quietly to himself.
He imagined the astonished faces they would have if they saw such foods back on Earth.
What if I could recreate other things from Earth in this world? Cars, airplanes, buildings... Ragnar wondered.
Light danced through the trees overhead, casting dappled patterns on the assembled villagers as they shared this mont.
He shook his head a few seconds later—for now, his main priority was elevating the living conditions of these people and forming a village by combining resources and population from the surrounding Hamlets.
|| Territory developnt progression has increased... good job! ||
"Not bad," Ragnar nodded, observing his people once more.
Everyone was still fully indulged in consuming their canned food, the refined tastes bringing smiles to their faces.
Ragnar could even hear so of them thanking the ancestors for the food. If only they knew there were no real ancestors, Ragnar thought.
Minutes passed at the eting spot—the warm glow of the morning sun and the gentle breeze creating a peaceful atmosphere.
At this point, everyone had finished their canned food.
True to the description, their hunger had been quenched—they felt refreshed and energized, ready to conquer whatever the day held.
Ragnar took the opportunity to address and encourage them, he also made the sa promise he always made—to serve and protect them.
After he was done, the crowd dispersed and returned to their hos and workplaces.
rlina and Noah remained.
"Ragnar," Noah called out, glancing at the swords on the ground, "Can I hold one of those swords?"
Ragnar nodded, "Sure thing, we’ll be using them very soon, so I don’t mind."
Noah grinned excitedly as he picked up one of the swords—his eyes taking in every detail of the steel weapon, the blade was sharp, and the sword felt light in his grasp.
Without hesitating, he began swinging the sword around playfully.
Noah paused his swinging to nod at Ragnar, who offered him a proud, encouraging look.
While Noah enjoyed the feeling of a real sword, rlina strolled closer to Ragnar.
"The vision you spoke about—was it real? Will that evil monster attack our people?" she asked in a worried voice.
Ragnar held her hands and looked into her eyes, "Although the vision is true, the ancestors have granted the wisdom to defeat it. When the ti cos, I will stop it from causing any destruction."
rlina nodded softly.
Ragnar felt sothing move within him, he grabbed rlina boldly and drew her in for a hug.
rlina was a little flustered by Ragnar’s action, but she didn’t refuse—she even felt better in his embrace.
’What am I doing?’ Ragnar thought, recognizing his actions, but it was already too late—he quickly separated from the embrace and smiled embarrassingly, scratching his head.
rlina only smiled in response and excused herself.
Now only Ragnar and Noah were left in the eting spot.
Ragnar was about to discuss the plan he had in mind with him when a loud commotion was heard.
"Our courageous scouts have returned!"
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