The only regret now is not knowing which Little Bookworm in the Barbarian World is, what his number is, what he wants to do with such a big benefit, and when we'll be able to meet him.
These problems can only be solved if I can see him.
His body was blessed by a thousand high-ranking barbarians, granting him inexhaustible energy and eliminating the need for any food.
These blessed forces are constantly penetrating into every cell of his body, giving him the best growth with the gentlest power.
Feeling the changes in his body, and considering the start of his life after smuggling himself in, Leo couldn't help but smile slightly.
All the barbarians in the world obey my commands, that's a pretty good start!!
Leo, also known as the Barbarian clone Baturu, said that a large number of followers would arrive within three days, but in reality, it wasn't even the second day yet.
One after another, massive bodies descended from the sky above the Bear Hunting Tribe, accompanied by sonic booms.
"Who dares to invade our Bear Hunting Tribe?"
In the past, if a strong person was discovered to have come to the tribe, the Bear Hunting Tribe would treat them to the most delicious food, and might even offer several strong barbarian girls to sleep with, so that the strong person's genes could be preserved.
But things are different now. Their tribe has a young chieftain bestowed by a thousand gods, and the entire tribe looks at everyone with scrutinizing eyes, suspecting that every passing life might be detrimental to the young chieftain.
In less than a day, more than a thousand wild animals of all sizes were killed by arrows for wandering outside the tribe.
"Don't misunderstand, I am Heroy, a level three barbarian, guided by a great god to protect the great Lord Baturu."
"Yes, yes, we are all guided by the gods and have come to obey Lord Baturu's orders."
The young clan leader looked at the more than one hundred level-three experts in front of him. Since the birth of their Bear Hunting Tribe, they had never had a single level-three expert.
But now there are a hundred people in front of me.
Seeing their burning gazes and their faces filled with the excitement of a pilgrim, the young clan chief was willing to believe them.
However, for his son's safety, he couldn't bring these people to see his child. If one of them harbored ill intentions and his child wasn't capable of protecting himself, the consequences would be unimaginable.
How can you prove your loyalty?
Although the young chieftain was only level two, he did not flinch when facing a level one hundred and thirteen warrior. Not only him, but all the barbarians in the entire tribe were ready to fight.
If these people dare to harm their young clan leader, then we must first step over their corpses.
Faced with the young chieftain's questioning, these normally arrogant level-three barbarians drew their weapons, slashed their palms, and spurted out scalding blood.
They seemed oblivious to pain, running their blood-splattered hands across their faces, leaving half their faces crimson.
"In the name of the great Barbarian God, Heroy and I are absolutely loyal to the great Lord Baturu!"
"By the name of the great Barbarian God, I Tuo Xi, am absolutely loyal to the great Baturu!"
Every level three barbarian unhesitatingly slashed half their face red with blood. This was the most solemn oath among barbarians, a symbol of loyalty etched into their very bones. Once sworn, they would never betray their barbarian identity unless they relinquished it.
Seeing how serious these level-three barbarians were, the young chieftain of the Bear Hunting Tribe lowered his guard slightly.
His expression softened slightly, but he showed no sign of putting away his weapon!
"Father, let them come over. I trust their loyalty."
It was the same tent, and a voice, both youthful and mature, came from inside.
"Yes, young clan leader."
With the young chieftain's words, the Bear Hunting Tribe members lowered their weapons slightly and made way for the level-three barbarians to reach their tents.
However, as the hundred level-three barbarians solemnly walked towards the tent, the Bear Hunting Tribe members followed on both sides, their watchful eyes not missing a single level-three barbarian. If these people made the slightest move, they would be met with the fiercest obstruction, without considering that any one of these level-three barbarians could kill them all.
Fortunately, these level three barbarians made no move; before even entering the tent, they expressed their loyalty with the most solemn kneeling.
Barbarians do not kneel before any living beings other than their parents and gods. The fact that these level three barbarians are willing to kneel down shows that they have indeed come with absolute loyalty.
"Please come in. I am still too weak to greet you from afar."
"Yes, Your Excellency Baturu."
One hundred level-three barbarians respectfully entered the tent.
The tent, which was originally spacious enough for a family of three, became too small for just ten level-three barbarians to fit in, leaving the remaining ninety level-three barbarians stuck outside in frustration.
Inside the tent, because Baturu didn't need to eat, his mother had to accept the reality that even as a mother, she didn't have the right to share a room with her son.
As parents who were blessed by a thousand gods at the same time and held power over the entire Barbarian World, they had a greater right than anyone else: they could rebuild their own room next to their son's room, a right that no one else had.
The ten level-three barbarians who entered the tent were visibly stunned when they saw Baturu, who was clearly still an infant. Having received the divine decree, they were unaware that the great Lord Baturu had just been born.
But looking at the faint light emanating from Lord Baturu, and those eyes that could see right through their hearts,
It was as if the person before me was not a baby, but a living deity descending upon me!!
"Greetings, Great Lord Baturu."
The level three barbarians were only slightly taken aback before immediately kneeling on one knee again, bowing their heads deeply to express their complete obedience.
"With you all here, my safety is guaranteed. I order you to form a guard with the Bear Hunting Tribe to protect me. At the same time, collect all written information and books, and summon the most knowledgeable individuals. I need to fully understand our world and contribute to its development."
Baturu didn't need to use tactics to win over these subordinates who were sent by the gods; he already possessed enough charisma. Everyone who saw him would immediately kneel down and offer their loyalty.
At this point, using tactics like winning people's hearts would seem too simplistic. Direct, forceful commands would be much easier for these people to accept. Having been granted the power of the entire world by all the gods at birth, he is a one-man show; he doesn't need any tricks, just force.
The more authoritative you are, the more obedient these people will be!
"Yes, Your Excellency Baturu."
"Although this is just our temporary shelter, this tent is too small. I need a larger environment to handle official business." Baturu stretched out his finger, pointing to the low tent that seemed to be within reach of the top.
"Yes, ma'am! We will certainly build the most luxurious palace."
"It doesn't need to be luxurious, just big enough. There's no need to waste too many resources on this."
Baturu rejected their idea of large-scale construction, fearing he would have to move out before he could even move in.
Yes, we'll do it now.
The ten level-three barbarians slowly withdrew from the tent. The tent was indeed small and not soundproof, so everyone had heard the conversation.
"Our tribe's chief elder is the most intelligent and knowledgeable person among the surrounding hundred tribes. I will go and bring him here now."
"Our tribe also has a small library, filled with relics from the Maya Empire, which is exactly what Lord Baturu needs. I'll go and fetch it right away."
Without any orders, half of the hundred level-three barbarians who had just arrived instantly flew away, either because their tribes had knowledgeable members or possessed libraries.
They could all tell that Lord Baturu didn't yet understand their Barbarian World and needed to learn and be taught by a teacher. They couldn't let someone else snatch such a good opportunity.
Since Lord Baturu did not descend upon their own tribe, it would be good if someone from their own tribe could become Lord Baturu's teacher.
The remaining fifty level-three barbarians wanted to run away, but seeing the small number of guards, they stayed.
Compared to finding a teacher for Lord Baturu, Lord Baturu's safety is more important.
The level-three barbarian Heroy looked at the young chieftain and said, "This tent is indeed unworthy of the great Lord Baturu's status. We need to begin construction on a spacious palace for Lord Baturu, and we also need the youngest and most beautiful maids to serve Baturu."
The young chieftain looked at his tent, a prized possession passed down through three generations, reserved only for the chieftain of each generation. How could this barbarian Heroy, speak of it as so worthless?
This is already the best tent in their tribe. If this tent is this dilapidated, what do the other tribesmen live in?
Not only did they want to build a palace, but they also wanted the youngest and most beautiful maids—a tradition their Bear Hunting Tribe didn't have.
"Very well, I will send the best warriors from our tribe to build the palace, along with our youngest girls."
The young chieftain, seeing the level-three barbarians complaining about his tent, was filled with dissatisfaction, but he readily agreed.
However, despite the young chieftain's words, the level-three barbarian Heroy glanced at the entire tribe, their faces still showing dissatisfaction. "The women in your tribe are indeed not very good, which will be unfair to Lord Baturu. I have ten granddaughters who are of excellent quality. I will send word to have them come over immediately."
Hearing Heroy say this, the level three barbarian next to him suddenly said, "My granddaughter is also quite nice; I'll bring them over too."
"You're talking as if my granddaughter is inferior."
Watching the group of level-three barbarians arguing about whose granddaughter was better, the young chieftain rolled his eyes: 'A bunch of wicked fools! This isn't finding maids for his son, it's lining his daughters-in-law with wives! Poor son, he's only a day old!'