As the tribal fire infused the black patterns of the Ring of the World totem, crimson threads began to emerge, coalescing at the edges of the design, flickering like dancing flames.

Enzo felt the totem grow in power.

Moreover, he experienced a heightened sensitivity. At that moment, he could distinctly perceive the quantity of the tribal fire and, through it, gauge the state of each tribe member without the aid of the scepter of the barren mountain.

Most importantly, he could sense their thoughts.

“Hmm, this mushroom is simply delightful! I must take it back for Amy and Tia to taste. They will surely love it. And what about Enzo… When will Lord Enzo return? I wish to ask him to help me cultivate more delicious plants…”

Is this Jessica?

Enzo thought, a peculiar expression crossing his face as he simultaneously envisioned a scene.

In a lush, verdant forest, a girl led a band of adventurers alongside some members of the Venom Tribe, exploring the surroundings not for beasts or ores, but for uniquely-shaped plants and fungi.

Truly, you are remarkable.

Enzo mused, admiring Jessica’s unwavering dedication to the culinary arts.

Then, Enzo sensed other thoughts drifting in.

“This time, I will surely tame that boar and have my own mount! You can do it; you will become the mightiest cavalry of the tribe!”

“Boring! Lord Douglas wants to earn more gold!”

“Oh~ the Crimson Star Tribe is truly astonishing. According to those folks, it’s Enzo who orchestrated all these changes… Nellies, seize the opportunity. You can become a great Potion Master.”

“Lord Enzo, what would you do in a situation like this…”

A myriad of thoughts flickered in Enzo’s mind.

However, they did not bring him chaos or agitation; those musings seemed to be shielded by the Ring of the World, surfacing only when he chose to focus on them.

“Such a sensation…”

Enzo furrowed his brow, sensing a strange familiarity in this ability.

Suddenly, two words came to his mind—deity!

Indeed, it was the rumored deity.

The deity, in the legends of many tribes, was omnipotent, capable of perceiving the thoughts of every individual. A prayer to the deity would elicit a response.

And to listen to the prayers of the faithful…

This description bore an uncanny resemblance to the abilities Enzo currently wielded.

In other words, if the deity truly existed as such—

Then Enzo, in the present moment, had already harnessed a fragment of the deity’s divine power.

Of course, nothing was ever that simple.

Enzo recalled Rexfit, the one who proclaimed himself the Beast God.

Ah~

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he regained his composure.

He turned his gaze once more to the totem of the Ring of the World; as his consciousness shifted, the Ring began to swell.

First, it circled around Enzo, then expanded to encompass the entire ritual square, followed by the whole camp, and ultimately the vast jungle… All bore witness to the enchanting patterns, where intricate black lines filled with profound mystery enthralled the mind, and the flames dancing along the edges of the patterns resembled a graceful woman in motion, embodying primal wildness and beauty.

“What is this?”

Priest Lucy’s expression shifted dramatically.

Within that immense circle, she sensed an irresistible force, one that loomed above them, seemingly capable of effortlessly dictating their fates.

Until someone remarked, “This circle is emanating from the ritual square.”

Upon hearing this, Priest Lucy felt a wave of relief.

And it was not just her—Amy, Tia, and Clara also beheld the circle.However, their feelings are different.

They only felt closely connected to that circle in everything.

And as the circle expands, their power was also increasing.

Previously, Tia’s statement about her own strength enhancement was not a joke. After undergoing rigorous training, the power increase provided by the wild boar power she controlled became even greater.

At this moment, the strength of the wild boar changes.

This stems from the power of King Boars, manifesting autonomously within Tia. The radiant white light gradually transformed into a deep purple glow, and Tia distinctly felt a profound enhancement of her strength, one that was permanent.

Additionally, a flame descended from the immense ring above.

It fell directly into Tia’s third eye. Yet, this phenomenon was not exclusive to Tia—every tribe member beneath the ring felt a flame enter their beings. As the flames permeated them, Enzo’s voice echoed in their minds. “From this day forth, the walls of the ritual square shall be dismantled. I will bestow the Firstborn Blessing Spa and the Tower of Sacrifice within the ritual square.”

Then, the voice faded away.

What were the Firstborn Blessing Spa and the Tower of Sacrifice?

None of the tribespeople understood their significance, but the ring enveloping the entire jungle, coupled with Enzo’s voice resonating in their minds, plunged everyone into a frenzy.

They fervently called out Enzo’s name.

At that moment, many came to regard Enzo as a great deity, specifically sent to rescue them.

Within the ritual square, Enzo sensed the thoughts of his kin.

A faint smile graced his lips.

Indeed, such expressions of admiration could evoke joy within one’s heart.

Of course, Enzo did not lose sight of the task at hand.

As the Ring of the World expanded to the size of the jungle, having reached its limit, Enzo raised his hand and pressed down, causing the massive ring to descend as if leaving an indelible mark upon the jungle.

Simultaneously, a miraculous transformation unfolded.

The entire jungle seemed to undergo a baptism. Many desolate areas sprang forth with verdant foliage, and once-wounded animals rapidly healed. Most acutely aware of this transformation were the members of the Crimson Star Tribe, who sensed that something monumental was occurring.

Yet, they could not articulate precisely what it was.

The only certainty was that it was a positive development.

After completing the task, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on Enzo’s forehead, indicating a considerable exertion.

In his hand, the totem of the Ring of the World materialized once more.

However, the totem had taken on an ethereal quality, and the tribal fire that adorned it had dimmed significantly. Yet, a satisfied smile graced Enzo’s face as he murmured to himself, “This unique Ritual of mine shall be named the Ring of the World. From this day forth, the jungle shall no longer lie barren. It will transform into a divine realm coveted by all!”

Enzo laughed heartily before abruptly ceasing.

He spotted Amy, Ward, and others hastening toward the ritual square.

“Lord Enzo…”

Their eyes brimmed with confusion and curiosity, but Enzo, lacking the patience to explain—knowing it would be a cumbersome endeavor—turned to Amy and said, “Amy, assist me in returning.”

He then addressed Ward and the others, “As for the particulars, perceive them for yourselves. I am pressed for time.”

Amy stepped forward to support Enzo.

Ward, Brian, and the others exchanged glances, and after a moment of silence, began to converse amongst themselves until someone remarked, “The ember that entered our bodies seems to convey some message.”

Instantly, they focused their minds, beginning to attune to the sensations.

This newfound perception left them in awe, rendering them momentarily speechless.

…

In the blink of an eye, five days had elapsed, yet the jungle remained vibrant and lively, with discussions about its recent transformations echoing everywhere, as individuals plotted their futures.

Enzo awoke from his slumber.

Amy lay beside him, her fluffy tail resting against his abdomen, a delicate flush lingering on her exquisite face, accompanied by a faint smile.

Enzo carefully sat up, ensuring he did not disturb Amy.

He then opened the stone tablet of the barren mountain and began to delve into the knowledge of potions it contained.

The soul seed was completely absorbed by the stone tablet.

Unfortunately, Bookstaver showed no signs of awakening, and Enzo discovered that he could not enter Mina’s potion hut; it seemed that he must first complete his study of potion lore to gain access.

Enzo welcomed this challenge.

In every era and at any place, knowledge is immensely valuable. The potion knowledge left behind by the Barren Mountain Tribe broadened Enzo’s horizons.

With each lesson, he uncovered more secrets.

Meanwhile, the Crimson Star Tribe underwent remarkable transformations.

The market of the Crimson Star Tribe.

The Crimson Star Tribe expanded along with the tribe’s growth, as adventurers ventured further afield, and traveling merchants like Christina and Douglas brought back vast quantities of goods.

The market was enlarged yet again, now ten times its former size.

Tall bamboo shelters were erected to facilitate trade even in the rain, and along both sides of the market, various shops interconnected, creating a scale that exceeded that of some smaller tribal camps.

By this time, numerous outsiders had begun to appear within the market.

Some were from exile organization camps, others hailed from Rivaille Forest, and a few came from even more distant lands .They were traveling merchants from large tribes.

At that moment, several traveling merchants were animatedly conversing with the shop owner in one store.

“Mr. Raham, you cannot do this!”

The traveling merchant Hurwicz exclaimed , his urgency palpable.

Raham remained calm, rising to greet Emily as she entered through the side door. “Emily, you should take it easy. You’re pregnant, and your priority should be rest. I will handle the shop affairs.” he said with concern.

Emily smiled, replying, “Raham, don’t underestimate me. When it comes to adventurers, my level surpasses yours.”

Raham sighed helplessly.

Then, he looked at traveling merchant Hermes and said,”Mr. Hurwicz…”

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