The sun had just begun to rise, casting a warm golden hue across the island as the entire tribe gathered for a meeting. Johnatan stood before them, a sense of purpose radiating from him. This was the day they would begin to lay the foundation for their new lives.
Johnatan greeted everyone with a confident nod.
"Good morning, everyone. Today, we're going to start building our homes, our future. But first, I need to understand what we're working with. Specifically, what are your strengths when it comes to completing tasks?"
The men in the group exchanged glances, and after a moment, Lemes stepped forward to give an example. "We can carry five large logs at once for the purpose of lighting up large bonfires," he explained with a proud smile.
The system, ever vigilant, provided Johnatan with the exact details. *Each of those logs is 9 meters long and weighs 100 kilos.*
Johnatan's eyes widened in surprise. *These people are far stronger than I imagined.*
He quickly composed himself and began assigning tasks.
"Alright, I want all the warriors, including you, Lemes, to cut down exactly one hundred cocolumbers. We'll need them to start building our homes."
As the men nodded and prepared to head into the forest, Johnatan turned his attention to the shamans.
"Now, I need to know what kind of sorcery you can perform. What powers do you possess that might aid in our construction efforts?"
A shaman named Laron, a figure of wisdom within the tribe, stepped forward.
"We commune with spirits, Johnatan. They grant us power, but our abilities are mostly limited to that."
Johnatan frowned slightly, pondering the limitations. *If only we had the right tools and equipment...* He paused, then had a thought. *Maybe the system can help unlock more of their potential.*
"System,"
he thought,
"can you draw out the full potential of these shamans?"
The system responded affirmatively, and Johnatan nodded, a plan forming in his mind. He turned back to the shamans.
"All of you, please line up."
The shamans did as they were told, lining up with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Johnatan placed his hands on each of them, one by one, allowing the system to draw out their hidden potential. As he did, the shamans' eyes widened, feeling power and magic surging through their veins like never before.
When he finished, Johnatan took a step back, observing the transformation.
"You all now possess abilities beyond what you had before. However, we don't have the tools and equipment that I had access to in my past life. So, I will need your help—your sorcery—to craft and manipulate the building process for now."
The shamans exchanged glances, the weight of their new powers settling in. They nodded in agreement, ready to take on the challenge.
Johnatan looked out at the tribe, feeling a deep sense of responsibility. *This is it,* he thought. *We're finally beginning to build something real, something lasting.*
Johnatan stood at the center of the camp, surrounded by the bustling activity of the tribe. He turned to Laron, who was now pulsing with newfound energy after the recent bestowal of power.
"Laron, take the mineral samples we collected yesterday and head to the three caves. I need you and the other shamans to gather as many minerals as you can."
Laron examined the samples, nodding as he understood the task.
"How are we supposed to carry all of these back?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
Johnatan raised an eyebrow, curious about their capabilities.
"Can you manage it?"
Laron exchanged a look with the other shamans, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"We can carry them using telekinesis. We've been practicing that form of magic for years."
Johnatan felt a wave of relief.
"Good. Then make sure to bring back everything you can find."
With a final nod, Laron and the other shamans set off toward the caves, their path clear and their purpose set.
Once they were on their way, Johnatan turned his attention to Lebuna, who was overseeing the women as they prepared the camp for the day. He approached her with a task in mind.
"Lebuna,"
he called out,
"I need you and the other women to come with me. We're going to hunt some fish for lunch."
Lebuna looked up, a bit surprised by the request, but nodded. The other women quickly gathered their things, ready to follow Johnatan's lead.
As they walked towards the shore, Johnatan asked the system a question that had been on his mind. *System, what kind of fish can we hunt nearby that will sustain us?*
The system responded with a list of options, detailing the different species that inhabited the waters close to the island.
"The Zarcan fish,"
the system explained,
"is a giant fish, rich in protein—57.2% to be exact. It would be an excellent source of nutrition."
Johnatan nodded, impressed by the details.
"What else?"
"There's also the Selpoth,"
the system continued.
"It's similar to a milkfish from your past life but larger. They travel in packs, and they swim slow, so you'll be able to gather as many as you need."
With that information in mind, Johnatan led the group down to the shores, where the waves gently lapped at the sand. The air was crisp, and the sea stretched out before them, teeming with life just beneath the surface.
"We'll focus on the Selpoth first,"
Johnatan instructed.
"They'll be easier to catch, and we can gather enough to feed everyone."
Lebuna and the other women nodded, their eyes scanning the water for signs of movement. They set to work, preparing the nets and spears they had brought with them.
After hours of careful collection, the shamans had gathered a significant amount of minerals from the island's caves. The magical energies of the caves had replenished the minerals quickly, and now, the shamans stood at the cave's entrance, preparing for their return.
As they packed the last of the minerals, a soft, shimmering light caught Laron's attention. He turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows of the forest—a spirit elven woman, her ethereal form glowing with a serene light.
Laron instinctively took a step back, his hand raised defensively.
"Who are you?"
he asked, his voice wary but not unkind.
The spirit elven woman smiled gently, her eyes filled with a mysterious warmth.
"I am here to help,"
she replied, her voice as soft as the wind.
"You have done well in collecting the minerals, but I see you are struggling to transport them all."
The shamans exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. Before Laron could ask another question, the spirit elven woman waved her hand, and a large wagon materialized before them, complete with twelve horses ready to pull it. Barrels and bags filled the wagon, providing ample storage for the Rissinia water and the other minerals.
The shamans stared in awe. The wagon was large enough to carry everything they had collected, and more.
Laron, still cautious, stepped forward.
"Why are you helping us?"
he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The spirit elven woman chuckled softly, her laughter like the tinkling of bells.
"I am one of the spirits you commune with, though you may not know me directly. We watch over this land, and we see your efforts. This island has been waiting for someone to bring it back to life. Consider this my contribution to your cause."
Her words were kind, and her presence calming, easing the tension among the shamans. Laron nodded slowly, accepting the aid.
"Thank you,"
he said, his tone sincere.
"We appreciate your help."
With the spirit elven woman's assistance, the shamans loaded the minerals, water, and other resources onto the wagon. The horses, strong and obedient, stood ready to pull the heavy load back to camp.
As they prepared to depart, the spirit elven woman faded into the forest, her form blending with the trees until she disappeared entirely. The shamans were left standing there, marveling at the unexpected help they had received.
When the shamans returned to the camp, they found that Johnatan, Lebuna, and the rest of their group had also returned with a successful catch of fish. The warriors had brought back numerous coconut logs, enough to begin the construction of the first buildings.
Laron approached Johnatan, a hint of awe still lingering in his voice.
"We had some help,"
he explained, recounting the encounter with the spirit elven woman.
"She gave us a wagon and supplies to carry everything back."
Johnatan listened carefully, nodding as he processed the information.
"It seems this island has more to offer than we thought,"
he said thoughtfully.
"We should remain open to the spirits here. They could be valuable allies."
The tribe settled down to rest after a morning of hard work. The smell of cooking filled the air as Lebuna and the other women prepared lunch, using their newfound culinary skills under Lebuna's guidance. The aroma of well-prepared fish and other local delicacies wafted through the camp, lifting everyone's spirits.
Meanwhile, Johnatan gathered the shamans once more. They formed a line, curiosity etched on their faces as Johnatan approached each of them.
"I'm going to bestow upon you the knowledge of construction,"
he announced, his voice firm and reassuring.
"With your magical abilities combined with this new knowledge, you'll be able to process the materials and minerals we've gathered in ways we never thought possible."
One by one, he placed his hand on each shaman, channeling the power of the gift of construction knowledge into them. As the gift took hold, the shamans' eyes widened, their minds flooded with new ideas and techniques. They could now see how their magic could be intertwined with their newfound skills, allowing them to manipulate the materials in innovative ways.
Johnatan watched their reactions with a satisfied smile.
"This should make our work much easier,"
he said. The shamans nodded in agreement, already envisioning the possibilities.
Johnatan then turned to Lemes, who was busy organizing the warriors.
"Lemes,"
he called out,
"let's start putting this knowledge to use. We need to make progress before lunch is ready."
Lemes nodded and quickly mobilized the warriors. Under his direction, some of them began digging holes for the foundation posts, their strength and endurance making the task swift and efficient.
At the same time, Johnatan instructed the shamans to mix the necessary minerals using their magic. The shamans gathered around the collected materials, their hands glowing with energy as they began the process. The tar stone and star sand were ground and combined with Rissinia water, forming a new, incredibly durable mixture for the foundation.
In less than an hour, they had successfully erected four sturdy foundation posts, the first step in building the tribe's new home. The efficiency and ease with which they had accomplished the task were remarkable, a testament to the power of their combined abilities.
As the noon sun climbed higher in the sky, the group paused for lunch. They gathered around the cooking area, where Lebuna and the other women served the meal. The fish was perfectly cooked, the flavors enhanced by Lebuna's mastery. Each bite not only satisfied their hunger but also seemed to restore their energy, revitalizing them after the morning's work.
Johnatan couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he observed the tribe.
"Lebuna, this is amazing,"
he said, genuinely impressed by the meal.
"You've outdone yourself."
Lebuna smiled, pleased by the compliment, but she humbly gave credit to the skills Johnatan had bestowed upon her.
"It's thanks to the gift you gave me, Johnatan. It's allowed us to take care of everyone so much better."
The tribe members chatted and laughed as they ate, the atmosphere filled with a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie. Johnatan took a moment to reflect on the progress they had made. In just a short time, the tribe had grown stronger and more capable. The gifts he had given them had unlocked their potential, and now, they were on their way to building a new life together.
Days and nights blurred together as the tribe worked tirelessly under Johnatan's guidance. The landscape of the island gradually transformed from a raw wilderness into a thriving settlement, a testament to their combined efforts and newfound abilities. The progress was nothing short of astonishing.
Twenty bungalow houses now dotted the landscape, each one built with sturdy foundations and designed to provide comfort and security for the tribe. The bungalows were simple but effective, blending the natural beauty of the island with the practicality needed for everyday life.
In addition to the homes, they had constructed an operational base house, a central hub for managing the tribe's resources and activities. Nearby, an open area training ground had been established, where warriors could hone their combat skills and maintain their strength. This space was crucial for ensuring that the tribe remained vigilant and prepared for any future challenges.
A two-story Magic Study building stood proudly near the center of the settlement. This structure was designed for the shamans to further their magical studies, a place where they could experiment with new spells and refine their abilities. The building's presence symbolized the tribe's commitment to merging their magical heritage with the practical needs of their new society.
The crowning achievement of their efforts was the BlackOrder of Revolution main base. This massive dome-like structure was unlike anything the tribe had seen before. Inside, it housed a large, oval table surrounded by eight seats—one for each key leader within the tribe. The room exuded an aura of power and purpose, setting the stage for the decisions that would shape the future of their new order.
With the infrastructure in place, Johnatan turned his attention to another aspect of their new life: clothing. Understanding the importance of identity and unity, he collaborated with the system to create a new clothing system for the tribe. The result was a blend of modern and traditional styles, designed to provide both comfort and a sense of pride.
The general attire included modern-era clothing like shirts and jeans, practical for everyday work and activities. However, for formal occasions and members of the BlackOrder of Revolution, a more distinguished outfit was introduced. It was a leather-fitted suit, painted in black with elegant gold outlines, symbolizing authority and respect.
Johnatan personally presented these new outfits to the tribe, and they gladly accepted the change, appreciating the balance between functionality and style. The new clothing became a symbol of their unity and the new life they were building together.
Lemes, Lebuna, and Laron were the first to receive the formal attire, signifying their roles as the initial members of the BlackOrder of Revolution. As they donned the suits, the tribe looked on with admiration, recognizing the importance of the roles these three would play in guiding their community forward.