Two days had passed since I reached the R1 stage. Although I couldn't yet use elemental manipulation to create fireball-like skills, I had mastered the ability to channel my mana to enhance my strength, agility, and other physical attributes. It was a significant improvement, giving me the confidence I needed to take the next step. Now that I had enough strength, it was time to start gathering followers for my kingdom. These followers would not only provide support but would also help me gather crucial information and resources.
But which tribe should I approach first?
As I sat in thought, an idea struck me—the Forge-born. Renowned as the master architects in this world, they were known for their incredible ability to design and build. I still had their token, a sign of goodwill that could serve as my introduction. If I could gain their trust and solve whatever problems they were facing, they might be willing to join me.
"Lumeria," I called out, my tone firm but curious, "should I build a kingdom or not?"
There was a pause before she answered, her tone calm and thoughtful. "You can, Adam, but remember, a kingdom can also become your weakness in the future."
Her words gave me pause. I considered the risks carefully, turning the thought over in my mind. "You're right," I admitted finally, "but if we want to expand our power and gather information about the gems, we have no choice but to do it."
"It's your decision," she said, her voice soft but supportive. "But remember, I'm here for you."
A small smile tugged at my lips. "Thanks, Lumeria. You're the best."
She didn't respond immediately. Instead, she turned away slightly, almost as if embarrassed. Was she shy after my compliment? I didn't dwell on it for long. I had more pressing matters to focus on.
"Lumeria," I asked, shifting back to the task at hand, "can you detect the presence of the Forge-born?"
After a moment of silence, she answered. "Yes, they're about five kilometers southwest of here."
That was all I needed to hear. Without hesitation, I summoned my wings. They unfurled with a familiar rush of energy, and within seconds, I was airborne. The wind brushed against my face as I soared through the sky, heading in the direction Lumeria had pointed out.
The view from above was breathtaking. The endless expanse of the clear sky seemed to stretch forever, while the forest below unfolded like an emerald sea. Rays of sunlight pierced through scattered clouds, casting a warm glow over the landscape. It was moments like these that reminded me of the beauty of this world—a beauty worth protecting and building upon.
After about fifteen minutes of flight, I spotted signs of civilization. Structures began to dot the horizon, growing more distinct as I approached. It wasn't long before I saw the Forge-born, busy at work.
They were as impressive as I had imagined. The intricate designs of their shelters and the precision of their construction left me in awe. Even from a distance, their talent was unmistakable. Their creations were not just practical but works of art, far beyond anything I could have envisioned myself.
I descended slowly, taking in the scene below. The Forge-born moved with a rhythm that spoke of expertise honed over generations. Their hammers rang against metal, and the glow of molten materials illuminated their workstations. The entire settlement was alive with activity, a harmonious blend of industry and artistry.
It was time to meet them and see if they would consider joining my cause. This was the first step toward building a kingdom and securing the future I envisioned.
After I landed, all the Forge-born stopped working and turned their attention toward me. Their tools fell silent, and a sense of tension filled the air as their gazes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
Moments later, one of them stepped forward, his stance firm and authoritative. His sharp eyes assessed me carefully, and his broad shoulders gave him a commanding presence. "Who are you, and what is your purpose here?" he asked, his voice measured but laced with suspicion.
Without hesitation, I reached into my belongings and retrieved the token given to me by a Forge-born I had saved a few days earlier. Holding it up for him to see, I said, "I come in peace. This token was entrusted to me by one of your tribesmen as a gesture of gratitude."
His eyes flicked to the token, and I saw his posture relax slightly. The tension in the air eased, and the other Forge-born, who had been wary of my presence, seemed less apprehensive. Being an outsider, their caution was understandable.
"My name is Uric," the man said, his tone softening. "Thank you for saving one of our own. You are welcome to stay here as our guest. I will inform the clan leader of your arrival."
With that, he turned and began walking toward one of the larger structures, leaving me to observe the incredible craftsmanship of their surroundings.
I waited outside for a while, observing the peaceful scene before me. Children played happily in front of the shelters, their laughter echoing through the air and bringing a sense of warmth to the otherwise rugged surroundings. The adults moved with purpose, tending to their daily tasks—mending tools, preparing food, and weaving materials. Despite the ever-present dangers of the surrounding forest, the atmosphere within the tribe felt calm and secure, as if they had carved out a sanctuary amidst the wilderness.
As I stood there, lost in my thoughts and taking in the serene yet fragile beauty of their way of life, the sound of approaching footsteps drew my attention. Uric had returned, his expression firm but welcoming. Without a word, he gestured for me to follow, his eyes signaling the importance of the moment. It was time to meet the tribe's leader.
Let's see how this meeting with the tribe leader goes.