The dazzling array of treasures before them made Fang Wuwei and Chief Ensi's eyes light up. "Good heavens, this Maler is so rich!"
"We're rich!"
The same thought simultaneously flashed through both their minds. Chief Ensi couldn't hold back and rushed forward first, searching through the piles of treasures for the ancient Werewolf secret treasures.
Fang Wuwei, on the other hand, was carefully selecting, preparing to pick out things suitable for himself. But very quickly, he discovered some things that piqued his curiosity.
"Chief Ensi, what are these scrolls for?"
Chief Ensi, who was diligently working, looked up and saw Fang Wuwei holding several bundles of scrolls.
"Skill scrolls, or attribute scrolls." Ensi glanced at them and lost interest, continuing his diligent work. "These were left by those demons. Every time their rituals ended, they would leave, and then we would often find these kinds of things. They can give people a strange skill, or enhance certain specific abilities. Nothing rare." He then looked back at the mountain of scrolls piled up in the Sheep Clan treasury and sneered, "We always find a large number of scrolls to strengthen our clansmen, and only these stingy guys from the Sheep Clan would treat these scrolls as treasures and hoard them."
Fang Wuwei, on the other side, stopped listening halfway through. His eyes gleamed as he stared at the scrolls. "Good heavens, I've found a treasure! This is exactly what he needs right now."
He immediately used quite a few without hesitation, not fearing any problems. Hadn't Chief Ensi said they used a lot of them?
However, the accumulated water in this mountain of scrolls was probably a bit much. It took four or five attribute scrolls to increase Fang Wuwei's panel stats by 1 point. This mountain of scrolls, at best, only gave him a few dozen points, a far cry from the hundreds or thousands of points Fang Wuwei had expected, which left him a bit disappointed.
But surprisingly, the skill scrolls were not bad, though their quantity was a bit low.
Watching Fang Wuwei use up all the scrolls, the Werewolf Ensi initially wanted to stop him, as regulations required a portion to be turned over to the public. But then he thought about it; even if the Lion King knew, he would probably condone the Mister using all the scrolls. Perhaps he might even take out the Lion Clan's scrolls for the Mister to use. So he remained silent and continued searching for the secret treasures.
Fang Wuwei's next step was to find a handy weapon, but after searching and searching, he only found a staff stuck in the ground. No choice, he could only make do with it.
The Werewolf Ensi, on the other side, was also content, hugging a large pile of various secret treasures whose purpose was not immediately apparent. He laughed heartily and left the treasury with Fang Wuwei. Fang Wuwei, who had used a large number of skill scrolls and attribute scrolls, looked at his panel, which was completely different from before, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Character: Fang Wuwei (Fang Wuwei)
Points: 3412
Strength: 74, Agility: 81, Spirit: 78
Skills: A1 Flashbang, Imposing Might, Fireball Technique, Lightning Arrow, Sword Qi Slash, Climbing, Quick Braking
Talents: Mastery of Fighting Techniques, Mastery of Swordsmanship Techniques, Dance King, Magic Power Perception
Equipment: One-Tomoe Sharingan, stone wing plus, Slippers, Colt Pistol, A Large Bottle of Fresh Air, SCP005 - Universal Key, A Very Stylish Hat
With a full five new skills, nearly forty points in Strength and fifty points in Speed, Fang Wuwei felt confident he could easily defeat his past self from an hour ago. However, his Spirit only increased by four points, and the magic scrolls were all extremely basic magic. It was likely that all the magic-related scrolls had been used up by Chief Maler himself.
But no matter what, this wave of gains was all thanks to Chief Maler. When he sees him in the future, he should speak fewer harsh words.
Fang Wuwei laughed like a child weighing three or four hundred pounds.
The magic staff did not appear in the system's equipment list, even though it had been stored in the system space. Fang Wuwei had a theory about this: all the weapons he had picked up before had not appeared on the system's panel. It was likely that the equipment section only recorded items produced by the system.
Walking out of the treasury with the Werewolf Ensi, they proceeded down the main road, heading towards the most magnificent building in the city center—the Tribal Hall—amidst the curious gazes of countless beastmen on the street.
As soon as they entered the hall, Fang Wuwei was summoned by the Chief.
"Well then, Mister, you go ahead. I'll take this batch of goods for review and then head to the outpost." The Werewolf Ensi bid Fang Wuwei a friendly farewell and quickly departed, not forgetting to shout, "Come to my Werewolf outpost for a drink tonight!"
Fang Wuwei was summoned by the Chief to the top floor of the Great Hall. Climbing the stairs, he saw a huge rooftop garden filled with flowers and green leaves, and a pavilion with a set of stone tables and chairs.
The top of the Great Hall was actually a garden?
This surprised Fang Wuwei, but what surprised him more was that he didn't see the Lion King there.
Was he tricked?
This was Fang Wuwei's first thought upon not seeing the Lion King after coming up. Imposing Might activated, Fang Wuwei's hands were coated with a layer of gold, and he scanned his surroundings while meticulously listening for even the slightest sound, ready to defend and counterattack at any moment.
Soon, he spotted a beastman standing with her back to him on the rooftop. Her graceful figure revealed her female identity, and her luxurious attire marked her noble status. She gazed intently at the prosperous tribe below.
What relaxed Fang Wuwei was that the beastman had a lion's head.
Fang Wuwei slowly walked towards the beastman. Even as Fang Wuwei gradually approached, she didn't react, until Fang Wuwei stood beside her, looking at the tribe below with her.
"Our tribe, isn't it nice?" The beastman slowly spoke, her eyes fixed on the tribe, filled with sorrow and pain.
"Yes, it's truly prosperous." Fang Wuwei was now certain that this female beastman was the Lion Queen, the Lion King's wife, and the Chief's lady of this tribe.
"It has taken us thousands of years to develop to this point. From our ignorant past thousands of years ago, to now, even if our entire tribe migrates, we can quickly rebuild new strongholds.
But… our migrations are all forced. Because of your demon invasions, the magic power of this world gets disrupted, the barrier fails, and then…
Every single time, many of us die.
Each time, we leave at the risk of extinction, just to ensure our descendants can survive, to ensure our race and our civilization can continue."
The Lion Queen extended her hand, pointing to the bustling streets below, to the singing and dancing taverns, to this incredibly prosperous tribe, this town.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Fang Wuwei remained silent. Each trial for the Reincarnators was an absolute catastrophe for the natives of this world.
"The barrier is already severely damaged… It will soon break. Even if we use the full strength of our tribe, we can only maintain it for three more days.
After three days, this stronghold will be abandoned by us, and our entire tribe will migrate. At that time, this place will cease to exist,
And then… many, many of us will die…
Mister… The Great Priest said you are the Savior, that you will defeat the demons, defeat… that terrifying existence in the sky. You will liberate us, you will lead us to freedom.
Mister, can we trust you?"