The Black Red Battle Armor had once brought fear to every member of the Ancient Wilderness Tribe when it first arrived.
Now.
It had become another kind of symbol.
Perhaps hope, or perhaps peace of mind.
Watching the Off-road Motorcycle approach from afar, dozens of people lowered their tools, their faces filled with deep respect.
"What, are you teaching them how to farm?"
"Yes." The formerly unruly Wasteland Wolf wore a bashful expression as he scratched his head awkwardly. "After living in the city for so long, we all forgot how to grow crops in the soil. If Village Chief Chen hadn't sent people over to teach us, we wouldn't have known how to sow the seeds even if we had land."
"How's your studying going? I see you seem to enjoy this work."
As he spoke, Su Mo lowered the motorcycle's kickstand, opened the armor's visor, and stepped down.
Looking around.
Under the hazy mist, the nearby fields stretched from the outermost edge of the Five Building District for several kilometers before finally ending.
Although the Wasteland Bone Tribe's farmland was not as vast as the seven plantations Hope Village had opened up, it still gave one a profound shock at first glance, as if a gray crouching dragon lay sprawled across the surface of the earth.
If the crops could be planted successfully and survive until harvest.
Then it was easy to predict that for the entire coming year, the Wasteland Bone Tribe would no longer need to worry about food for the winter as it had in the past.
"Since it's my first time, I'm not sure how well I'm doing. But Village Chief Chen said I was the fastest learner."
Wasteland Wolf gave himself a little boast, his face full of pride.
He was not taking