7: Chapter 7 Temporary Camp

The shock brought about by everyone awakening had not yet dissipated, and Wang Sheng already stood on the high ground in the center of the valley.

"Next, we will officially establish our camp."

He surveyed his surroundings, his voice steady. Golden runes flickered slightly in his palms. It was not nervousness, but a strange sense of certainty, as if his body had accepted the identity of "Chieftain" even before his consciousness did.

"Establish a defensive line at the valley entrance, with Murong Xue leading the combat team to station there. The flat area in the valley will be the living area, with Shen Xun'er coordinating. The banks of the Lingxi River will be designated as the water source area, with Su Mengyao responsible for purification and verification. The rock wall caves will serve as the storage and medical areas, with Jieyu in charge. Build a watchtower on the highland within the valley, with Xiao Yuqing responsible for observation."

Sixty-two pairs of eyes watched him. No one questioned, no one hesitated, and no one even found it strange.

Four years ago, he was just a quiet, invisible person in class, but at this moment, as he stood there issuing orders, it felt completely natural.

The system's Chieftain prestige was at work.

When Wang Sheng assigned tasks, every girl whose name was called unconsciously straightened her back, her heart rate accelerating, as if driven by an innate desire for obedience.

Zhao Linger even took the initiative to raise her hand: "What about me, what about me? What can I do?"

Her sweet, soft voice carried eagerness, her baby face full of anticipation, and her round, full chest heaved slightly due to the action of raising her hand.

"Zhao Linger will be responsible for communication support, using sonic arts to clear the rubble in the valley, and when messages need to be relayed, we will also rely on you."

"Received!"

Zhao Linger's eyes shone like stars, and she immediately hopped away to work, her slender waist twisting flexibly and rhythmically, the devilish curves of her figure under her cropped hoodie swaying with her movements.

Construction then began in full swing.

Su Mengyao crouched by the Lingxi River, stimulating the growth of spirit vines, her emerald green hair fluttering in the morning breeze, her emerald-colored eyes slightly closed.

Thick spirit vines spread from her palms, weaving along the camp boundaries into tough walls and tent canopies, more waterproof and breathable than any outdoor fabric on Earth.

She occasionally opened her eyes to check the results, her plump, soft figure crouched among the vines and flowers, her whole body exuding an intoxicating fragrance, like a daughter of nature personally chosen by the savage world.

Qin Luoxi set up a formal warning formation at the valley entrance, the patterns drawn by her fingertips ten times more complex than the one from yesterday, disappearing into the ground as blue light swirled.

Her classical side profile was picturesque when focused. She frowned from time to time, modifying the direction of the formation patterns. The professional intuition of a Spirit Formation Master told her that Mist Valley itself contained remnants of ancient formations; if the new formation could resonate with the old one, the warning effect would double.

Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan attempted to reinforce the wooden fences with runes, golden runes condensing from her fingertips and branding onto the wooden stakes, with a faint glow emerging from the wood grain.

She pushed up her glasses, the focused gaze behind the lenses exceptionally charming; the rationality and aesthetics of a Rune Forgemaster were perfectly fused in every rune.

Zhao Linger's sonic arts were extremely efficient at clearing rubble. She stood in the center of the camp and took a deep breath, her sweet, soft voice suddenly rising an octave. Sound waves spread like ripples, shattering the rubble and fine gravel into powder, and the ground instantly became thirty percent cleaner.

She clapped her hands and looked back at Wang Sheng triumphantly, her large, watery eyes saying, "Hurry up and praise me."

"Well done," Wang Sheng said.

Zhao Linger's face turned bright red instantly, but she still couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth curl up to her ears.

The food problem was solved in the afternoon.

Su Mengyao led people to search around the valley; her identity as a Nature Druid allowed her to accurately distinguish which spirit fruits were edible and which spirit tubers were poisonous.

When she bent over to dig a fist-sized spirit tuber out of the soil, her plump figure outlined a stunning curve in the moment of bending, and a section of fair, tender ankle was revealed as her skirt fluttered, soul-stirring.

Xiao Yuqing and Murong Xue hunted three Savage Beast rabbits, which were three times larger than Earth rabbits, with delicious meat.

Xiao Yuqing's motion of drawing the bow was crisp and neat, her spirit energy longbow condensing and not dissipating in her hand. Her valiant posture, combined with her decisiveness in hunting the Savage Beast rabbits, made the group of girls watch intently.

Zheng Liuli attempted to cook the Savage Beast rabbit meat using her alchemy spirit fire. Although the seasoning was only coarse salt and spirit fruit juice, and the taste was still very rough, it was at least edible.

Her flustered appearance created an interesting contrast with her professional demeanor as an alchemy grandmaster, and her lively, chatterbox mouth never stopped: "The heat is not right... The spirit fire is too intense, the meat will burn... Did anyone bring cumin?"

The water of the Lingxi River was confirmed safe by Su Mengyao; not only was it safe, but drinking it would make one feel a slight warmth.

This was spirit water, and long-term consumption could enhance physical fitness.

Wang Sheng had everyone drink the spirit water daily. He took a big gulp himself, and a warm current slid down his throat into his abdomen, causing most of his fatigue to dissipate.

All day long, Wang Sheng had almost never stopped.

Inspecting defenses, checking supplies, coordinating groups, answering questions—from dawn to sunset, his figure shuttled through every corner of Mist Valley.

Every girl would take an extra look at him when reporting work, and a few bold ones would find excuses to stay a little longer.

When Chen Siqi brought the spirit water, she deliberately took a longer route, her twin tails swaying behind her head, and electric arcs occasionally crackled from her fingertips.

Her energetic face carried a hint of unnatural blush: "Chieftain... Chieftain, drink some water."

She shoved the spirit water into his hand and ran, but after running two steps, she turned back, "Is it good?"

Wang Sheng drank a mouthful, unable to laugh or cry.

Shen Xun'er stood in front of the tent, watching Wang Sheng's busy figure. A complex emotion welled up in her heart: pride, heartache, and a trace of subtle possessiveness.

She had already noticed that the way those girls looked at Wang Sheng was changing. From before being the curiosity of classmates to now being the scrutiny of women.

Zhao Linger refused to leave every time she finished reporting to him, insisting on rubbing against him; every time Su Mengyao handed him spirit fruits, she would linger for three extra seconds, her emerald eyes carrying a gentle smile; even Frost Mage Lin Shiyun would unconsciously slow her pace when passing by him, her icy blue pupils always glancing in his direction.

Shen Xun'er did not reject this, because she herself had changed too.

At nightfall, the twin moons rose.

Shen Xun'er walked to the banks of the Lingxi River, faced the camp, closed her eyes, and clasped her hands together.

Silvery-white moonlight surged from within her body, and the Moonlight Blessing covered the entire camp. The soft moonlight descended like a light veil, and all the injured and exhausted people recovered rapidly in the moonlight.

This was the passive skill of the Moonlight Priestess; the range and efficiency of nighttime healing were greatly improved.

Wang Sheng stood by the creek, watching Shen Xun'er bathed in the moonlight.

She had her eyes closed, with moonlight flowing around her like a veil, the ends of her light silver hair shimmering. She was as beautiful as a statue of a moon goddess.

Her slender figure had every curve outlined perfectly in the moonlight—her slender waist, collarbones, and gently heaving chest; Wang Sheng could not look away.

Shen Xun'er opened her eyes and met his gaze. The two stood three steps apart, smiling at each other under the savage moonlight, without needing words.

In the second half of the night, Wang Sheng went to the valley entrance to change shifts.

Murong Xue stood by the roadblock, her silver armor reflecting a cold light in the moonlight, her tall, athletic figure like a silver sculpture.

Her brown ponytail swayed gently in the night breeze, and the expression on her resolute face softened slightly in the moonlight.

"You adapted very quickly," Murong Xue said.

"When there is no way back, people can adapt to anything." Wang Sheng leaned against the roadblock, standing shoulder to shoulder with her.

After a moment of silence, Murong Xue turned her head to look at him and said earnestly: "You are naturally suited to be a Chieftain. It's not that the system made you one; it's that you were meant to be one in the first place."

Wang Sheng smiled: "Is that a compliment?"

Murong Xue's mouth curled slightly: "It counts."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head back to continue watching the darkness outside the valley entrance, but Wang Sheng noticed that the curve at the corner of her mouth did not fade for a long time.

Murong Xue did not realize it herself; she only discovered that the frequency with which she looked at Wang Sheng had increased. It wasn't because she wanted to look, but because her gaze would be drawn to him unconsciously.

She shook her head and pulled her attention back to keeping watch.

Wang Sheng patted her shoulder and took over the sentry post.

Murong Xue nodded and walked towards the camp. After a few steps, she stopped again, without turning back, and just said one sentence: "Remember to let Jieyu look at the wound on the web of your hand tomorrow; don't push yourself."

Wang Sheng lowered his head to look at the web of his right hand. The crack left by clenching his fist too hard last night had already scabbed over; he hadn't even noticed it.

In the early hours of the morning, the warning formation set up by Qin Luoxi suddenly lit up.

Blue light exploded violently from the ground at the valley entrance, the blinding light waking everyone in the camp.

Wang Sheng was the first to rush to the valley entrance, golden runes lighting up in his palms, but the formation was not warning of a Savage Beast.

In the darkness outside the valley entrance, a figure lay on the dirt, covered in wounds and on the verge of death.

Rough animal skin clothes were soaked in blood, a broken stone spear was still held in his hand, and his face was covered in mud and dried blood.

It was a man. A native of the savage world.

He half-opened his eyes, and when he saw the golden light in Wang Sheng's palm, his pupils contracted sharply.

His lips trembled as he squeezed out a few muddled words: "Chieftain... The tribe's... Chieftain..." Then he completely passed out.

Wang Sheng and the rushing Shen Xun'er looked at each other, the same thought flashing in both their eyes: In this world, besides Savage Beasts, there are also people!