After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder.
The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other.
The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter.
Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human.
Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food.
Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead.
The first step was to improve his life.
What, the beastmen do not know how to farm?
No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter.
Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks!
Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste.
Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death.
Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life.
It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end.
Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you!
And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me!
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Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!

Seeing them look as if they had been thunderstruck, Eric quickly added:


"Of course, with a few improvements, it can be used for writing! The materials are easy to find, too. Dried grass, tree bark, bamboo—they all work!"


"Really!" The Dwarves immediately cheered up.


"Yes, really. It's just that my craftsmanship is limited, and there are many supporting tools I can't make."


Chief Joseph pounded his chest: "As long as you can draw its shape, there's nothing we Dwarves can't make!"


Eric then drew the shapes of several types of molds and bamboo screens used for papermaking on the ground. After looking at the drawings, two of the Dwarves volunteered to go and make them right away. They decided to continue using reeds, as they were the easiest to find and process.


In the midst of the lively discussion, a familiar voice sounded from behind Eric:


Chapter 72 - Sinful, Sinful