Outside the camp of the Crimson Star Tribe, beyond its towering crimson walls, the landscape was remarkably flat, with several roads carved out among the vast expanses of land.

In addition, a canal had been dug.

It brought water that was transported by water wheels from nearby lakes.

That greatly facilitated the tribe’s agriculture.

It was now spring, with the last traces of winter’s chill dissipating. On many barren patches, resilient weeds had already pushed through the soil, sprouting green shoots.

“Yara, are you sure about this?”

A group stood at the edge of the fields, addressing the central figure encircled by the conversation. Their faces showed both skepticism and anticipation.

Yara nodded.

He recalled the past events with solemnity. “Back then, the tribe faced a flood, and only a few of us survived. If it weren’t for Lord Enzo’s timely intervention, we would have starved to death.”

“I believe in Lord Enzo!”

“I also trust the Crimson Star Tribe. If the notice on the tribal board says upgrading the land accelerates plant growth and increases yields, there’s no reason to doubt it.”

After speaking, the expressions among the group varied.

Some argued back, “But this year’s crop harvest is crucial for our future plans.”

“I understand.” Yara replied.

He added firmly, “That’s why I’m striving to be the first to upgrade the land. After all, this is a miracle bestowed by Lord Enzo. It cannot go wrong.”

The others ceased their attempts to dissuade her.

Yara sighed inwardly, somewhat disappointed in his fellow tribespeople. Despite their integration into the Crimson Star Tribe’s life, they still failed to grasp the essence— that the tribe existed because of Lord Enzo.

Today’s prosperity owed everything to that truth.

With these thoughts, Yara swiftly departed, returning to his home. He emptied his savings from these past days: a total of 53 gold coins and 98 silver coins. Then he hurried towards the council hall, guided by the doorplate, entering the meeting room for land improvement.

To his surprise, the room was already occupied by numerous people.

These people were talking to each other, seemingly enjoying themselves.But in reality, they were all secretly guarding each other.

Competition within the Crimson Star Tribe was intense.

At that moment, a cold voice cut through the air. “Everyone quiet down. Those who need to upgrade their land must queue up properly, or risk forfeiting their eligibility for land improvement.”

Upon hearing this, silence fell over the crowd.

Land upgrading was the latest service introduced by the Crimson Star Tribe, promising accelerated plant growth but requiring a substantial payment in gold coins to activate.

This was the point of hesitation for many other people.

In the tribe, as long as people were not lazy, the money they earn was enough to ensure their food and clothing. They could work in various ways whether they grew crops themselves, work in factories, or engage in other jobs. And they can even accumulate a lot.

However, desires of people were limitless.

After satisfying basic needs like food and clothing, many sought to enhance their strength. This drive led to a sharp increase in adventurers, forming teams and advancing personal adventure levels, the only means within the tribe to increase strength.

And all required money.

A finely crafted iron longsword or a sturdy suit of iron armor cost a significant amount of gold coins, far beyond the savings of most.

Now, the price of land upgrading was similarly steep.

Unlike others, Yara’s desire for power wasn’t strong. His past hardships had taught him to appreciate a simple life.

Moreover, he loved farming very much.

The process of planting seeds, watering, fertilizing, and waiting for the harvest brought him immense joy every once.

“It’s your turn.”

The cold voice snapped Yara back to reality.

Quickly, he flashed an apologetic smile and produced fifty gold coins. He said, “I’d like to upgrade all five of my plots to premium quality land.”

After listening these words, Rita looked up in surprise.

Rita, who had been assisting Priest Lucy at the Adventurer’s Association but was now tasked by Enzo himself with land upgrading.

“Are you sure about upgrading all five plots to premium quality?”

Rita sought confirmation once more.

Yara nodded firmly. He answered, “I’m certain.”

According to the guidelines for land upgrading, there were different standards—basic, medium, high, and premium—each requiring a different cost, with premium being the most expensive at ten gold coins per plot.

This expense was often beyond the means of ordinary members of the tribe.

Therefore, upon hearing Yara confidently commit fifty gold coins to upgrade his land, others cast curious glances his way.

Some admired Yara’s boldness.

Some people also expressed concerns about this, as no one was clear about the specifics of land upgrading.

If anything went wrong, it could result in substantial losses.

Most opted for basic or medium upgrades, making Yara’s five premium plots unique.

In the evening, those who wanted to upgrade their land had already registered. Rita organized the data and handed it over to Amy. Then Amy brought these records to Enzo.

In Enzo’s chamber.

Amy stood by the table and addressed him, “Lord Enzo, as you anticipated. Many tribe members are still apprehensive about the land upgrading.”

Enzo smiled and replied, “That’s natural.”

He continued, “After all, I’m still exploring the effects of the Ring of the World Ritual. “

The entire jungle falls within its scope of the Ring of the World Ritual.

As the custodian of the Ritual and owner of the Ring of the World totem, Enzo had a good understanding of its capabilities. Within the Ritual’s range, I can practically do anything—a deity capable of altering terrain, summoning rain from gathering clouds.

It could be said that the jungle would be free from floods, snow disasters, droughts, and similar calamities with the Ritual .

However, that’s just a minor aspect.

Enzo discovered with astonishment that his powers, amplified through the Ring of the World Ritual, could be used on a large scale.

This land upgrade was an experimental step.

The Ring of the World, a fusion of the Tree of Life and the Beasts Totem, endowed him with their abilities. Additionally, through the Energy-devouring Worm.

Enzo had a plan.

He gained the capability to absorb energy from the air, which could be used to stimulate plant growth and store energy for other purposes.

The plan was undoubtedly feasible.

Under his direction, the land upgrading initiative was formulated. To foster competition among tribe members, Enzo imposed limits on the number of upgrades.

Thus, when Enzo saw Yara’s five premium plots, he too was surprised.

There were exactly five premium plots available.

After reviewing all the records, Enzo stood up, stretching lazily and remarked, “That’s settled then. By tomorrow’s sunrise, the tribe members should be in for a surprise.”

“Or perhaps regret.”

Amy chuckled, her eyes lighting up with fervor, her fluffy tail bristling as she leaned in closer to Enzo.

Before long, the room echoed with enticing moans.

…

As the sun set and night fell.

Far away in the prison of the Golden Lion Tribe, constructed entirely of massive stones adorned with intricate carvings, several guards exuded formidable auras while keeping watch.

Chloe entered the prison.

He walked deeper into the dungeon, arriving at the second-to-last cell where Freya sat crouched on the ground.”Freya, are you going to persist?” Chloe asked Freya coldly. “My patience is wearing thin.”

Freya remained silent.

Her silence spoke her volumes.

This silence infuriated Chloe unexpectedly. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, almost wishing to strangle Freya then and there. However, he seemed to restrain his anger, perhaps out of caution or concern, and turned to his subordinate, demanding, “Any news from Enzo?”

One of Chloe’s followers immediately responded, “Lord Priest, we’ve gathered information from a person named Crue. Enzo hails from the jungle, where he serves as a priest of a small tribe.”

“A priest from a small tribe?”

Chloe seemed incredulous, pressing the man further, “Are you certain?”

The subordinate assured him hastily, “Lord Priest, we’ve confirmed it from multiple sources. It is indeed Enzo. Moreover, reports suggest he possesses considerable strength.”

“Hmph, considerable strength? Ridiculous. Those people are mere insects, oblivious to true power!” Chloe scoffed dismissively, then mocked Freya, “Freya, is this weakling you’ve taken a liking to? You’re truly disappointing! Rest assured, I’ll capture that insect soon and personally end his life before your eyes. I’m sure you’ll find that quite moving.”

Freya trembled, her eyes burning red with murderous intent.

Though her powers were restrained.

She was helpless to stop Chloe.

What could she do?

How could she convey this crucial message to Enzo and ensure his escape?

Combat was out of the question for Freya.

As a candidate priest of the Golden Lion Tribe , Freya understood Chloe’s formidable strength, far surpassing the Level 6, though she didn’t know exactly to what extent.

Just as despair began to consume Freya…

A hoarse voice from the neighboring cell asked, “Are you… a candidate priest of the tribe?”

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