The village of Taewe was nestled in a rugged valley, a small pocket of resilience carved out of the vast, untamed wilderness.
Its buildings were sturdy but simple, crafted from the dark timber of the surrounding forest and reinforced with river stones.
Here lived the porcine folk—a hardy, pig-faced race known for their immense physical strength and a stubborn pride that was as unyielding as the mountains themselves.
By the river that fed the village, a young pigman named Bolg swirled the water with his hand, his brow furrowed in concentration as he looked at the system panel only he could see.
"Father," he began, turning to the large, muscular figure beside him, "shouldn't we build something like a purifier? Look at this purifier from the system."
His father, a seasoned warrior with scars crisscrossing his thick forearms, took a long, noisy gulp of water straight from the river. He let out a satisfied grunt, wiping his snout with the back of his hand.
