Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

After surveying the area and confirming that everyone was basically gathered, Kellysha returned to her place and cleared her throat.

The sounds of eating and discussion in the central square instantly ceased, and all eyes fell on her.

With a solemn expression, Kellysha said, "Let us give thanks to the mountains for granting us food, and may the mountains protect all our tribespeople for a safe return."

"Gratitude to the mountains." All the Golia recited devotedly in unison.

"Let us thank the Rebooter, for he has rebooted this city, allowed us to establish our sanctuary here, nurture our infants, care for our infirm, and enable our tribe to grow strong."

"Gratitude to the Rebooter."

After completing the routine pre-meal prayer, Kellysha publicly announced, "I just received news that all the tribes have begun their journey back. Unless there’s any mishap, the main contingent should return to Mesnoel over the next few days..."

"Haha... My father and mother are coming back... I wonder if they’ll bring me a gift."

"The gift they bring you might be a little brother or sister, haha..."

"A little brother or sister would be nice, I’ve wanted siblings for a long time."

"I’ve been ready, next spring, I plan to follow the tribe back into the embrace of the mountains."

"I’ve also prepared; I’m eager to show my father and mother my training results now..."

Although most had anticipated this news, confirmation incited a buzz, especially among the adolescents separated from their parents for over half a year, their longing for family overwhelming.

The surrogate parents appointed by the tribe, though mostly diligent, couldn’t truly replace genuine kinship.

This is the greatest cost of our current way of life.

Understanding their sentiments, Kellysha gave them ample time to vent their excitement somewhat before continuing, "Therefore, we need to adjust our daily routine and make appropriate preparations, I announce that from today, cultural classes will be paused for three days..."

"Oh... That’s great..."

"Finally, no more practicing characters or learning tricky common languages..."

"At last, no more arithmetic, seeing numbers now gives me a headache..."

"Liberation, finally liberated..."

Many Golia adolescents almost jumped with joy, happier than hearing their biological parents were returning.

To these Golia youth, holding branches to write and draw in the sandpit was sheer torment.

They couldn’t fathom how reading, writing, arithmetic would benefit them in the future?

In their future bound for mountain living, except for mathematics, slightly useful for sheep counting, others were useless.

However, Kellysha, the supervising clan leader, valued this even above physical training.

The most common punishment method was keeping those who performed inadequately to continue cultural class while others attended physical training.

That was genuine agony.

Kellysha dampened the Golia youths’ spirits by announcing, "Physical training classes are also suspended for three days..."

"Ah... No..."

All the Golia youth sighed with disappointment, as it was their passion, especially Climbing and Combat classes.

With their boundless energy, even climbing and combat all day wouldn’t tire them.

"Although classes are halted, practical exercises must continue." Kellysha allocated tasks, "Falco, you’ll be in charge of organizing four trade teams, transporting half of the manure from the manure farm to the South City Orchard in exchange for fruits, and the other half to East City’s gardens for vegetables."

"Yes, ma’am." The young Golia almost leaped in excitement, responding loudly with a glowing face.

He was one of the first Golia youngsters to arrive at the central square, earning the grand prize of today’s contest, becoming one of today’s Combat Captains, forming his team, and completing the relevant tasks.

Among the Golia, being Combat Captain is not static, but merit-based.

It’s crucial for their survival, warranting utmost prudence.

A capable Combat Captain is more likely to bring back prey.

In Mesnoel, however, the skills needed by a Combat Captain differ from those required outdoors. Many resources are no longer obtained through hunting and gathering but rather through primitive barter, more efficient and in larger amounts.

After all, what they offer is merely their and sheep manure, generally worthless.

To those Treants and their fruit trees, it becomes the best nourishment.

And those fruits, to the Treants, are utterly useless, only rotting as manure.

"Norbert, you’ll be in charge of organizing two cleaning teams; today, at least a hundred stone chambers need to be cleaned."

"Yes, ma’am."

"Theo, organize two Cook Teams; dinner for at least five hundred people must be prepared."

"Yes, ma’am."

"Bena, organize two sheep-herding teams to care for the sheep."

"Yes, ma’am."

"Penia, organize two infant care teams to look after the infants and toddlers."

"Yes, ma’am."

"Kali, organize eight hay storage teams to collect fallen leaves and cut grass."

"Yes, ma’am."

Breakfast time also serves as a team formation time, and by the end of breakfast, team formation is mostly complete, as most teams are relatively fixed.

Only those seeking change would alter the original team formation.