"Mission accomplished! Come on, everyone, come take a look! Don't be shy—tour my masterpiece to your heart's content, offer your most heartfelt praise, then bow before my inventive genius! Wahahaha!"
Since the team was made up of Superhumans, they cut down trees and gathered lumber quickly. Chief was not only a great inventor, but also a master craftsman.
People with crippled legs often had more dexterous hands. Some called that another window God had opened for them, but the truth was simply that greater practice and additional needs had developed their hands more thoroughly.
But in any case, compared to most carpenters, Chief's speed was second to none, even matching that of a seasoned professional.
This time, he turned the materials everyone had gathered into a huge four-wheeled flatbed cart. He had also added two handles to the front of the bed, meant for hitching up livestock or letting people pull it.
There was no paint and no power tools, and there might have been splinters in the boards waiting to jab someone in the backside. But with the whole world seeming to have regressed to the Stone Age, having a wheeled means of transport was already good enough.
Besides, Chief had made the cart large enough that everyone could fit if they sat back to back. They only needed to be careful not to get their legs or feet tangled in the wheel spokes while it was moving.
Some might ask what was so great about a wooden four-wheeled cart. Wasn't that something that had existed thousands of years ago?
But Chief had upgraded this "ancient chariot," adding a sunshade and a private restroom to the cart bed for easier long-distance travel. Of course, in this age without electricity or other technology, the so-called private restroom was just a