"You're incredible." Yang Weite looked at the Naturalist with admiration.
"It was nothing. These are ancestral skills. When my ancestors first came to this continent, they also relied on their silver tongues, trading bibles and glass balls with the local natives."
"The outcome was obvious. In the end, they got God, and we got the land."
The Naturalist said smugly.
"I want to shoot you dead." A mercenary of native descent spoke up.
"Calm down, calm down. That was all in the past." The Naturalist waved his hand.
Of course, no one could actually shoot him. Considering the powerful laborer the Naturalist had talked into joining them, they could not possibly open fire.
The task of clearing the production line would inevitably have involved losses.
Venomous snakes and poisonous insects would always hide in corners and launch sneak attacks.
But with this elephant Ghoul around, every snake and insect fled at the mere sight of it.
It came with an overpowering aura—no, its radiation was simply too strong.
Even anyone approaching it had to wear protective gear.
Under such circumstances, they finished clearing the place in just one month.
Then they installed Nuclear Batteries, started up the production line, and began producing Mushroom-related raw materials and equipment.
They also found the Power Center: it was a field of solar panels.
Unfortunately, it had fallen into utter disrepair and needed to be rebuilt before it could generate electricity.
Everyone gave up on it. Using Nuclear Fuel for power was more reliable.
A year and a half later.
Researchers from the Institute came to Yang Weite.
"We have produced enough Mushrooms. We can try mass-producing Quantum Phantoms—demons, in other words."
"Excellent. I need them to become invisible guards, the most loyal soldiers." Yang Weite said happily.
"Before creating them, we will