Blair finally pulled himself together.
The Artisan, who had once brought the Tribe all kinds of great inventions, threw himself into the construction of the coastal defenses once more.
The people of the Tribe faced the threat of a Sea Monster invasion, and a new era began in which everyone took part in the defense.
Every member of the Tribe was assigned work, and preparations moved ahead at a brisk pace.
Barlow was responsible for training every talented member of the Tribe in archery.
Blair directed the Artisans as they built watchtowers along the coast and made weapons.
Before long, people had combined [Wooden Carts] with [Bows].
The Artisans tried to create a giant bow capable of hunting Giant Monsters, one that required several people to operate at once.
But it seemed they still faced difficulties in making such a weapon.
Even so.
People continued to overcome obstacles and explore the possibilities of various weapons.
Besides that.
The insects controlled by the Abigail Flower were also quietly helping the members of the Tribe.
The Tribe soon discovered that the Rot Spirit Flower was directing these insects to guide people in every aspect of their lives.
After the Rot Spirit Dragonflies flew low over the people, rain would fall.
People thus learned that they were messengers of the rain.
Some Rot Spirit Earthworms burrowed through the soil, and afterward, the Tree Cassava in that patch grew better than the plants in ordinary fields.
This meant they were laborers sent by the Messenger of the Gods to improve the soil.
"Besides the ants that convey divine revelations, the other Rot Spirit Insects are helping us too!"
The Tribe rejoiced.
For the first time, people were amazed to realize that these humble creatures could be so useful in their lives.
Before this, they had all overlooked these tiny beings.
Some people in the Tribe even gained a new profession by observing the Rot Spirit Insects.
[The Abigail Flower you bestowed has awakened the wisdom of the Tribe.]
[A new profession has emerged in the Tribe as a result.]
[One of your believers has unlocked a new color.]
[You can switch Anchor Points to view it.]
Mona quickly switched Anchor Points.
He saw the new profession that had appeared in the Tribe.
It was [Healer].
[Healer lv1] Huxter
[Age]: 40
[Talents]: "Nimble Hands lv1" "Spirituality lv1"
[Knowledge]: "Medicine lv1" "Anatomy lv1" "Herbalism lv2"
[Sequence]: None
[A healer with knowledge of herbs and a shallow understanding of anatomy. But rather than saving lives, this healer seems more fervently devoted to the gods and pure medical knowledge.]
Huxter had recently taken over as the elder in charge of the herbs.
His knowledge of herbs was extensive.
"Herbalism lv2": Able to easily identify the shapes and uses of various plants and combine them into simple, low-level herbal remedies.
It was fair to say that.
In an age when people still couldn't even identify most illnesses.
Huxter had already learned to mix various herbs and try to treat different ailments.
However.
Among the elders, the members of the Tribe were somewhat wary of him.
In fact, they feared this elder who treated the sick.
That was because Huxter was devoted to his strange medical experiments.
He would often ask members of the Tribe who were gravely ill and beyond saving to try newly concocted herbal remedies.
Sometimes, after the sick members drank the medicine.
They didn't recover.
Instead, their condition worsened.
They would eventually die in agony, bleeding from every orifice.
But Huxter felt no guilt.
He would coldly dissect their bodies until they were a bloody mess, claiming that it was necessary for the study of medicine.
At the time, people couldn't understand this kind of behavior.
Especially the relatives of the deceased.
They were furious at Huxter for desecrating the bodies.
Although.
Huxter had something in common with Blair.
But he was even prouder and colder than Blair.
When faced with people who couldn't understand him.
Huxter merely responded with cold contempt:
"If they're going to die anyway, they might as well make some contribution to the Tribe."
At that reply.
The people finally erupted in anger.
"What would you think if it were your own family being hacked to pieces like that?"
Hearing this.
Huxter laughed instead.
"Of course, you can."
"If I die one day, you can do whatever you like with my body and my children's bodies. If that will appease your anger, then so much the better."
Huxter seemed to think of something and added solemnly.
"Of course, I'd prefer you to use my body to do something meaningful for the Tribe. That would make the gods rejoice as well."
His words left the members of the Tribe looking at one another in stunned silence.
In the end, the angry people had no choice but to give up trying to reason with this inscrutable elder.
After that, hardly anyone went to the elder with his superb medical skills for treatment.
But things soon took a turn.
After the Abigail Flower appeared.
Huxter, whom the members of the Tribe had shunned, became unusually obsessed with the flower of death bestowed by the gods.
He repeatedly asked Richie for permission to dissect the dead Rot Spirits, hoping to better study the mysteries of the Rot Spirit Flower bestowed by the gods.
Once permission was granted.
Huxter immediately filled his home with the corpses of dead insects.
As he watched the insects, which showed no signs of rotting, he suddenly had a bold idea.
"Since the gods are guiding us, these Rot Spirit Insects must be of great use to people's lives."
"Could these Rot Spirit Insects be used as medicine?"
Once the idea occurred to him, it took root in his mind.
After conducting one study after another.
Huxter discovered a remarkable Rot Spirit Insect—the Giant Cockroach.
There were many of these insects on the island, and they had once been a highly disease-causing species.
If people touched their secretions, their skin would break out in red rashes. Huxter himself had once suffered swelling after accidentally touching one.
But for some reason, after being infected by the Rot Spirit Flower.
The Giant Cockroaches became covered in blue mycelium, and no longer caused disease.
It was as if.
The miraculous Rot Spirit Flower had purified these insects for people.
Huxter soon tried the Rot Spirit Giant Cockroaches on himself and his sons countless times, and discovered that they really did have medicinal value.
For example, their corpses worked well for treating wounds and boils.
Huxter made further improvements.
Using Rot Spirit Giant Cockroaches as an ingredient, he combined them with herbs to create an improved medicinal powder.
With an unquestionable tone, he ordered the members of the Tribe to bring him several patients who were close to dying from back sores, then applied the Insect Herbal Medicine to them.
When someone learned that the powder was made from those disgusting Giant Cockroaches, he was startled.
"Elder Huxter's started his twisted experiments again."
"Quick, report this to the chieftain. This time, we have to make him strip Huxter of his position as an elder."
The angry people assumed Huxter was indulging his strange tastes and his penchant for tormenting others.
But.
Just as the indignant members of the Tribe were about to report the situation to Chief Richie.
A miracle occurred.
The members of the Tribe who had been on the verge of death recovered in less than a week.
The people could hardly believe it.
Those huge back sores had long been considered incurable in the Tribe.
Who would have thought Huxter had actually saved them with that bizarre method?
The members of the Tribe couldn't help reconsidering their opinion of the eccentric elder.
At the same time.
After more than twenty years of struggle, Huxter had finally become a true Healer.
[Healer lv1]: A profession attained only after accumulating extensive knowledge and experience related to medicine over many years, and successfully saving people suffering from various ailments.
"Looks like becoming a Healer is much harder than gaining other professions."
Mona read the description of the profession.
He couldn't help recalling his memories from when he was human.
In his hazy memories, becoming a recognized healer in his old world had been incredibly difficult. Some people had even spent a fortune trying to take shortcuts.
But in this world, in this era, there were no shortcuts to becoming a Healer.
In a sense.
It was even harder.
Huxter had spent decades learning through trial and error before he attained the Healer profession.
And by successfully saving people whom others had thought impossible to save, he had managed to turn his reputation around in the Tribe.
Though the members of the Tribe still feared him.
His reputation had improved considerably.
Some apprentices had even taken the initiative to study medicine under him.
Under Huxter's instruction.
More and more [Healers] gradually appeared in the Tribe.
Of course, [Healer] remained the hardest profession to attain in the Tribe.
So far, the number of members who had successfully gained the profession could be counted on one hand.
But at least the shadow of illness hanging over the Tribe had finally been pushed back a little.
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