Primitive Camp

Fear ultimately still occupies people's hearts.

After Linsey spoke, the entire place fell silent, and then a few people slowly walked out of the camp.

They have been wandering around here numbly these past few days.

But after being reminded of this, and realizing that this was Wasteland, and that survival was the top priority, he prepared to leave.

When others saw someone leave, their thoughts were also drawn in that direction.

Many hesitant people began to choose to leave.

It was at this moment that Linsey's previous actions yielded results.

Of the six people he rescued from the rubble, three stepped forward without hesitation and began cheering:

"You just saved my life, of course I'm happy to do it!"

"There is no hope in this Wasteland. Even if it's just a false dream, I want to give it a try!"

"Me too!"

"..."

The human heart is easily influenced by others.

After these people shouted, the previously unsettled refugees in the camp changed their minds.

Even among the refugees who have already left.

Some people changed their minds and reunited with Linsey.

Meanwhile, Hammer, who was quite knowledgeable, also realized what the scene before him meant.

The disheartened middle-aged man mustered his strength, stood up, and shouted:

"Lord Linsey, I am willing to follow you!"

"We're already at our wits' end, so why not give it a try!"

For every event, there is a second.

Hammer took up the shout and guided the direction, and more refugees began to echo his call.

"That's right, let's give it a try?"

"Rebuild our homes! How can people on this Wasteland be completely defeated by just one failure?"

Amidst the continuous shouts, Linsey silently glanced at the Task Bar.

The quest description for "[First Territory]" disappeared quickly, and he successfully claimed the corresponding reward.

[Game Player- Open Module: Real-Time Strategy]

[Real-Time Strategy Level: 1]

[Real-Time Strategy capability: Base Construction]

[Base Construction: Players can choose a base vehicle/ Town Hall /spaceship, etc., as their initial base and obtain a series of basic permissions for Base Construction and operation.]

Note: "Work! work!" "SCV, good to go, sir!" "I have the tools."]

"..."

"We can't count on spaceships and base vehicles now."

At this moment, the camp is in a state of disarray, with everything needing to be rebuilt.

But Linsey understood the simple truth that you need to be well-fed to have the energy to work.

Looking at the weak crowd before him, he generously opened his bag and took out the roasted meat he had prepared:

"Everyone, let's eat first."

"Since we're going to rebuild our home, we need a clear and correct plan. Once I've replenished my strength, I'll arrange the next phase of the territory reconstruction."

The surrounding refugees naturally wouldn't refuse.

But what happened after Linsey distributed the food far exceeded his expectations.

[Game Player] The perfect roast meat cooked with skill.

With just one bite, she completely won over these refugees from the Wasteland land. Many of them opened and closed their mouths, even snapping out of their numb and stunned state, and their gazes toward Linsey flashed with a deep longing from the depths of their souls.

"Great! This barbecue is delicious!"

"What exactly is this thing?"

"I've never eaten anything like this in my life!"

"..."

Hearing these voices rising and falling, seeing the genuine respect in their eyes, and the smiles of happiness emanating from the depths of their souls.

Linsey has a certain familiarity with the character.

It's like having the illusion that you're the protagonist in some old novel, conquering a god-like pet with barbecue.

"I didn't put much seasoning in these dishes..."

Linsey shook her head with a wry smile.

But upon closer examination, the reasoning is actually quite simple.

In this extreme world of the Wasteland, even filling one's stomach is a luxury for these people in ordinary times. The sheer astonishment they feel at this delicacy, crafted with skill and possessing a taste and effects that surpass common sense, is unimaginable.

"In the future, the food I make in the camp might become a reward system..."

"Cough cough cough—"

Just then.

Some of the refugees who ate the barbecue started coughing.

The food in front of them was so delicious that they wolfed it down, choking on it. The person next to him patted his back, and he recovered. He took out his water bottle, wanting to take a sip, but his eyes showed reluctance.

After the attack on the Green Swamp.

The river beside them had also been dried up by them, and now every drop of water was extremely important to the people.

"..."

Upon seeing this, Linsey immediately stood up from the spot.

In full view of everyone, he took out an Iron Pickaxe, chiseled a square hole in front of them, and then poured in water.

"..."

Everyone watched as Linsey used her bizarre abilities to dig a hole and then inexplicably filled it with water, having no idea what kind of show this was all about.

Then Linsey pulled out a large pile of Iron Pickaxe he had made before from his bag and placed them in front of everyone:

"Everyone just saw how to use this Iron Pickaxe."

"After we finish eating, everyone can distribute these tools themselves and start by clearing out the ruins in the camp."

Linsey then pointed to the Infinite Water Pool next to them:

"Also, the water here won't be used up in a short time."

"If you want to drink or use it, please feel free to use it as you like."

"..."

Even in City of a Thousand Sails, those who are knowledgeable and awakened.

When first encountering Linsey's skills, it's hard not to be amazed, let alone ordinary people in these Wasteland lands.

They followed the initial instructions.

Some people tried to drink water from the Infinite Water Pool; others tried to take out Iron Pickaxe and hammer at the nearby earthen ruins.

The pool allows people to drink freely, yet the water level shows no sign of dropping.

And tools that could easily knock down earthen bricks and stones with almost no effort were placed before them like a miracle.

Real-life miracles have sparked even more deafening cries:

"Long live!"

Long live Linsey!

"Long live the Lord!"

Linsey smiled slightly at the people before him, or rather, his subjects.

He waved his hand, switching to the newly activated [Real-Time Strategy] module.

Standing before the Ruins of Buildings where Yarrowen had once hosted him, Linsey quickly built a simple stone house using materials from his bag, with only basic doors, windows, and a chimney.

"Designated – Town Hall"

Linsey's calm voice rang out.

As the Essence was contributed, the building in front of it emitted some strange 'clanging' and 'banging' sounds.

The building itself hasn't changed much.

But after these sounds and the Essence fell silent, a sense of majesty inexplicably arose.

Meanwhile, a corresponding template appeared in front of Linsey.

[Base: Primitive Camp]

[Minerals: 0/0, Energy: 0/0, Gold: 0/0, Food: 0/0...]

[Number of Residents: 91]

[Building: Town Hall) ]

Unit type: None