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Caesar and the others left joyfully, eager to spread the great news to the rest of the tribe.
Outside the cave, cheers erupted.
Wang Yan felt like a genius; he always managed to come up with various ways to handle situations. This time, he believed he had successfully mobilized the enthusiasm of everyone in the Caesar tribe.
Wang Yan had confidence in their loyalty to God.
He had to admit, it felt quite satisfying to have a group of people who believed in him absolutely, no matter what he did.
Meanwhile, in Wang Yan's heart, the World Tree, under the leaf that represented flame, grew a slanted branch, and a sharp, delicate bud emerged from the top of it.
This new bud symbolized Wang Yan's progress.
Religious civilization is still a civilization. As long as he continues to work in this direction, there will come a day when this religious civilization, derived from flame civilization, will grow and flourish.
The only disappointment was that the newly grown branch and bud did not grant Wang Yan any new abilities, likely because this magical religious civilization had only just sprouted.
Looking at the projection of the World Tree in his heart, Wang Yan paused and suddenly fell silent. Generally speaking, when a tree grows, shouldn't it grow straight up?
But what's going on with this branch growing diagonally from the root?
It's not exactly attractive!
In Wang Yan's vision, the final form of the World Tree in his mind should be a tree with a thick, straight trunk, towering and majestic, like a poplar tree. A tree with straight branches, a straight stem, and no offshoots within ten feet—a tree that inspires awe and admiration.
But what's with this slanted branch growing from the base?
Does this mean his World Tree has grown crooked from the start?
Could his World Tree belong to the shrub family?
A shrub-shaped World Tree?
Wang Yan's face suddenly turned a little grim. If this little tree isn't pruned properly, it might not bear fruit. Maybe he should cut off the new branch representing religious civilization...
But how should he cut it?
Should he go out and eliminate the entire Caesar tribe, cut off the source, and hope the new branch withers and dies?
A tribe of more than 400 people, young and old, all of whom trust him completely!
Just for one crooked branch, should he destroy this group of loyal followers?
Wang Yan couldn't bring himself to do it. He sighed and extinguished the terrible thoughts in his heart.
If it's a shrub, so be it!
At least shrubs contribute to urban greenery!
Actually, shrubs can be quite nice! Wang Yan forced himself to be content with his lot.
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At ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Yan decided that was the time.
The one-to-thirty time ratio on his planet made Wang Yan's multifunctional watch mostly decorative. The time on it could only serve as a reference since a day on his planet wasn't even 24 hours long.
Maybe he should recruit a few astronomers from Earth to develop a calendar exclusive to his planet.
Otherwise, the timeline is too chaotic.
But that's a matter for the future.
Things need to be done one by one, and right now, the priority is to establish the development plan for the Caesar tribe.
"From now on, the tribe will be renamed the Sect of the God of Light. All members of the tribe are now followers of the God of Light, responsible for spreading the glory of the God of Light to every corner of the earth."
"The Sect of the God of Light will establish a missionary camp and a guardian camp."
"In the days to come, I will teach you the language and lifestyle of the gods. Based on your learning progress, I will assign you to different camps and give you different responsibilities. I hope you cherish these hard-won opportunities..."
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In front of all the members of the Caesar tribe, Wang Yan announced the establishment of the Sect of the God of Light and outlined the duties and responsibilities of its followers.
As for doctrine?
Wang Yan hadn't yet thought about it, but under his guidance, it would surely align with a benevolent and lawful path.
Strictly speaking, what Wang Yan intended to train were actually cultural emissaries. Their task was not merely to spread the glory of the God of Light but to disseminate Mandarin to every corner of the world.
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"Chicken leg, donkey roll, braised pork..."
Of course, teaching must start with familiar concepts to yield better results. For primitive people struggling to survive, food is the most important aspect of their lives, and there's no better way to motivate them than with the promise of a meal!
You can't start by teaching them "Human nature is inherently good" or "Heaven, earth, man, gold, wood, water, fire, earth." Not only would the primitive people be confused, but Wang Yan himself would struggle to explain it!
Interest is the key!
Moreover, by teaching them how to pronounce words like "chicken leg" and "braised pork" first, they would likely learn faster.
With faith and a sense of mission, the primitive people, salivating, each holding a pencil and a small notebook, concentrated on learning the language of the gods.
Learning the language of the gods for the first time, they were full of enthusiasm.
What's more, only those who learned could eat; those who didn't would go hungry. With their lives at stake, they had no choice but to take it seriously.
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Wang Yan wrote the word "chicken leg" in large characters on the blackboard.
In front of him were ten marinated chicken legs.
The chicken legs were placed on a large block of ice, brought from Antarctica to keep them fresh.
"Chicken leg." Wang Yan picked up a chicken leg and demonstrated.
"Jitun'er, Jiatun'er, %&*..."
The pronunciation was all over the place.
"Chicken leg!" Wang Yan smiled and corrected them.
Aside from playing teacher as a child, this was the first time he had actually taught. His students were primitive people with no foundation, so he had to be patient.
"Chicken leg!"
"Jiatuner, chicken butt, *&..."
After ten attempts, there was no improvement—it was even messier than before!
"Teacher, I blame you!" Faced with a large group of hopeless students, Wang Yan's patience finally wore thin. He threw down the chicken leg in his hand and picked up the swing stick.
Teaching is a noble profession, but it might not be for me.
To hell with patience!
Wang Yan pointed at the large "chicken leg" on the blackboard with the swing stick, his face dark, and said, "Chicken leg. Say it one by one. Caesar, you first..."
"Jatuner!" Caesar stood up nervously.
Smack!
Wang Yan didn't hesitate to swat Caesar's back with the swing stick. "Try again! Chicken leg."
"Ah! Chicken leg!"
With a yelp, Caesar finally said "chicken leg" correctly.
Wang Yan was stunned.
"Chicken leg, chicken leg..." Caesar repeated excitedly, forgetting the pain from the stick. "God of Light, I can say it! Can I eat now?"
"Damn it! You only learned after I beat you with the stick." Wang Yan's face darkened as he kicked Caesar aside. "Next!"
These are my people?
Wang Yan sneered. A bunch of fools who only remember when they're about to eat won't get any kindness from me!