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Chapter 32 Repair, Ship (Please read!)

'System prompt: Your territory has encountered a tropical storm! (Natural)'

System prompt: Thanks to your careful planning, the damage caused by this tropical storm is minor! Most buildings and areas are intact, with only Ceramic Island suffering some damage. Please repair and maintain it, or replan it!

"System prompt: Every major event that affects the progress of a civilization, such as a large-scale project, a major natural disaster, or a major war, will affect the cultural changes of that civilization! Your Hill Empire cultural area is falling apart due to the tropical storm! They are gradually abandoning the culture of the Hill Empire!"

'System prompt: The construction of your national cultural building, the Divine White Wall, has stalled because your current national spirit cannot support the construction of the Divine White Wall!'

'System prompt: Your Hill Empire cultural population is shifting towards the Silver Gate cultural area or the rebel army!'

'System prompt: Due to the death of twenty-four people in your territory, please pay attention to the changes in health and culture!'

After experiencing the tropical storm, from Leon's perspective, the entire territory has changed to a certain extent.

Nature is always the most powerful helper and the most terrible enemy. Its power can modify countless things that were once considered common in a short period of time, and can also instantly destroy creations that people thought were indestructible.

As a pure gravity dam, the Baihai Dike did not suffer much damage. Only some areas began to be damaged and cracked. This part is not a big problem. As long as a few bags of soil are carried back from the Ceramic Island and slowly filled in, it can be repaired. The system will take care of it all.

On the main islands, thanks to the thorough windbreaks and foundation reinforcement, coupled with the entanglement and protection of Leon's Sky Garden tentacles, not a single building was damaged or cracked. Although a lot of land and greenhouses were blown away, refilling and maintenance would not take long. Overall, there was no damage, and the atmosphere appeared peaceful and stable.

Indeed, the Silver Gate crew had already removed the seals on the caves and begun draining and ventilating them, restoring the island's living quarters to a clean and tidy state. They were also collecting some of the strange finds brought by the tropical storm. Even the forest crystals, sheltered by nature spirits, hadn't suffered much damage due to their location in the valley. Combined with the countless raindrops falling from above, the scene seemed strangely dreamlike.

But obviously, the result on the ceramic island, which he believed was definitely protected by the gods, was not particularly bad.

The clay mine, the pulley system built specifically for the Baihai Dike and Lianshan Kiln has disappeared, and it will take time to rebuild and design a new system.

The ceramic houses they were so proud of were either broken or collapsed. Because they had no foundations for the early buildings, many of them left behind large holes in their original places and disappeared from the island, no one knew where they were carried away by the storm.

Those hiding in the research labs and city halls were fortunate. Conservative and believing in the gods, they chose not to shelter in their ceramic houses to protect against the torrential rain. These creative and discerning individuals, many of whom were researchers, believed their buildings were likely incapable of withstanding the storm. Since they had designed and built their own structures, they had a rough idea of ​​their durability.

However, although they already had certain plans and psychological preparations in their hearts, a large number of the remnants of the Hill Empire did not think so.

They still stubbornly believe that white objects can gain the favor of the gods. The fact that they live in ceramic houses proves that they are the most beloved individuals by the gods. Of course, they can ignore all kinds of natural disasters and man-made disasters and live as they please.

The end result was that they could only watch helplessly as their territory was emptied with a single click, their mouths wide open, completely speechless. They couldn't even comprehend or understand why this was happening. Because in their common sense and cognition, they were a group of people who were favored, even granted the ability to build white porcelain and buildings.

Aren't they the gods' ultimate beloved children? Why did they become like this?

Countless chaos and screams were born in thinking and confusion, and then spread to the territory.

Ceramic Island wasn't very large, and after the tropical storm, the island's flora and fauna had essentially vanished, leaving only a few of the most tenacious trees and various low plants. This, in a sense, made the search much easier.

Of course, Leon understood their suffering and despair, but going to work was inevitable. After the initial search and rescue, they were quickly dragged into an eight-hour shift. Silently gazing at the nearly undamaged island, they began collecting the strange artifacts and various small items brought by the storm.

'System Tip: After a tropical storm, there are often precious opportunities! You can use your people to find all kinds of wonderful props hidden in the tropical storm! Maybe there will be props that will be of great help to your civilization!'

This sounds like a pyramid scheme, but it is actually true.

Tropical storms basically blow over and throw things from far away here in a very strange way.

After all, the natural version of a tropical storm doesn't have any special myriad factors or magical guidance. It's just physical storms and lightning. They might blow away a lot of things, but for today's world, they won't necessarily cause much damage or harm.

Instead, the ocean's fierce winds often swept props thousands of kilometers away into their currents. The collision between the winds and the islands disrupted the delicate flow, throwing countless items trapped within onto the islands. Then, as the temperature and ocean currents fluctuated, they grew stronger, traveling to various regions, absorbing the energy they needed to sustain themselves, until finally dissipating on a continent due to their prolonged rush.

This is the subtlety of nature. What appears to be destruction on the surface often brings about rebirth at the core.

This tropical storm also brought many strange things to the island.

'System prompt: You have gained some new gains in the storm!'

'System prompt: You have discovered unknown seeds*7. You need to plant and analyze these seeds before you can draw basic results and conclusions.'

'System prompt: You have discovered a precious magical item, the damaged figurehead of the Saint! This figurehead has lost all its magical powers over the centuries. You only need to perform magical irrigation to repair it!'

"System prompt: You have discovered a set of precious magical industrial tools! These tools can adapt their form to suit the owner's own ideas and adapt to any task! All it takes is a certain amount of patience and vitality from the operator, as it consumes ten kilograms of blood and one soul every day." "System prompt: You have discovered a damaged sailboat, the Saint! It is currently stranded on the mountaintop. Please plan and explore!"

'System prompt: Due to the tropical storm in your sea area, a new production resource is brewing!'

'System prompt: Production resources are emerging in your sea area - Storm Fish School!'

'Storm Fish School:
These fish were swept from the ocean by a tropical storm and then launched into the sky. Fortunately, they didn't crash onto the island and instead took root in your bay. Recognizing the rich biomass and soothing magical atmosphere of your White Seawall Bay, these creatures decided to rest and recuperate there. Without intervention, a preliminary +1 food cycle will form in approximately four months.

As a special specialty, the Storm Fish School can provide a daily catch of ten kilograms of fish in a circulating state, as well as an indefinite number of mystical fishing floats.

'System prompt: Your specialty flax has been destroyed.'

To be honest, when Leon saw a sailboat hanging on his hillside, he felt a little strange.

This sailboat was obviously very old, with the insignia on it even bearing the emblem of the Plantagenet dynasty, which predated Britannia. It was clearly the remains of a very early expedition, and it was unknown when it was swept out of the ocean by a tropical storm and dumped here.

However, looking at the tattered state of the ship, it was likely that there was nothing valuable inside. However, the keel and overall structure still appeared to be very stable. So, after some thought, Li Ang simply assigned the frightened craftsmen from White Porcelain Island to dismantle it. The others, meanwhile, began other investigations and research on the island.

Once the properties of those seeds are studied, they will become nutrients for the Hanging Gardens. By continuously decomposing and fusing them, combined with flower-making techniques, it won't be long before the Hanging Gardens are forged into a new form. By then, a thousand powerful Silver Gate members will emerge, significantly aligning the current core national spirit. This will also save these people from internal friction and disrupting their work.

And the people on Ceramic Island were in a low mood? Leon did notice this, but he thought these people were really strange.

There is nothing else.

What difference does it make whether they live or die? This is just a transaction, not true unconditional love. Li Ang has given them a warning and a solution, and has repeatedly emphasized that he is not the kind of god who likes white porcelain as they imagined.

If they still thought this way, there was nothing Leon could do. He could sense that some of the people of the Hill Empire were cursing him in their hearts, and he could sense their rage at being dragged to work when they were meant to be sad. But incompetence was no substitute for action, and Leon had no intention of coddling them. Rules were rules, and once the eight hours were fixed, they were fixed.

As the day's work was completed, the data in front of Li Ang was refreshed again.

His actions were indeed correct. The sailboat on the hill was indeed nothing special, but it allowed the craftsmen on the island to learn a lot.

'System prompt: Your technology has been automatically updated!'

'System prompt: Your people have learned shipbuilding technology! They can now build docks and ships!'

'System prompt: You can now lead your people to build small cargo ships, offshore vessels, fishing boats and other ordinary ships. You cannot build ocean-going ships until the shipbuilding technology is further upgraded.'

"System prompt: Your people have dismantled the Saint and found their captain's cabin. Everything and treasures inside have rotted away, making it almost impossible to discern their contents. Only a sealed ship's bottle remains intact. Also sealed inside is a blueprint for commemoration."

'System prompt: You have obtained the design drawings of the Saint!'

"System prompt: Due to dismantling the Saint, you have obtained sixty units of wood and five units of rotten steel!"

"System prompt: The construction of the Saint requires 300 units of wood and 15 units of steel. If it meets the standards after testing and experiments, your Saint's design drawings can be modified and improved. For example, using Lianshan porcelain instead of steel."

'System prompt: Due to the Saint's construction blueprint, your medium-sized ocean-going vessel construction technology is rapidly unlocking. Your small ocean-going vessels and ocean-going fishing vessels have been unlocked! You can now use the Imperial Standard Dock to build the various ships you need!'

When is the most enjoyable time to engage in this kind of civilization?
It was a time of constant harvest and growth. Just looking at the string of income, Li Ang felt that the future seemed full of energy.

As for the quarrels currently taking place on Ceramic Island and their ideological changes, although Li Ang saw them and was well aware of them, he did not want to interfere too much. After all, it was a human choice, and he did not want to overly change such ideological turmoil.

Often, much wisdom and opinion are born from this kind of division and struggle. As long as it does not affect the changes in his life and civilization, Leon is very tolerant of this small act of rebellion.

'He is not our God at all! He is a false God! He only protects us because he wants to see what we see!'

Listen, I told you there must be a lot of gods and immortals in this world, and they must have been sent to torture me.

As soon as he sat on the rattan chair, he heard such violent remarks. Leon, who was holding some fruit, watched his people quarreling from a distance with an interested expression.

(End of this chapter)