This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 298, Section 297: Tribal Customs

It's called a relocation, but in reality it's just a pre-emptive transfer of assets like the Sunstone and the treasury. People will still be living in this far northern area for the time being.

One fat otaku after another was carrying things back and forth between the two sides, successfully attracting Xiao Hei's attention.

She held the newly acquired ruby ​​in her hand and examined it closely around the crack for a while.

After confirming that it was Puji who had moved, Xiaohei acted decisively, grabbing the empty, fat Puji and dragging her back to her "treasure trove" (Norris's Mushroom House), stuffing all the shiny things inside inside.

One wasn't enough, so they brought over a second one to fill the box.

The Puji are masters at hiding things. Little Black's intuition tells her that when the Puji move, following them is always the right thing to do!
Lin Jun noticed Xiao Hei's actions, of course; helping her move some things was just a small matter.

However, after crossing the rift, Lin Jun deliberately let the four fat otaku puji mix together before separating them into pairs!

"Left!" Lin Jun reminded her, "Your sparkly one is in the left team!"

Xiao Hei froze on the spot, his head darting back and forth between the two groups of fat otaku, completely at a loss.

Fortunately, she was quick and rushed over to check, finally finding her "treasure transport team".

They continued on this path until they reached a nearby cave that Lin Jun used as a warehouse to store ordinary items.

Seeing that all his shiny items had been stuffed into a large mushroom warehouse, Xiao Hei finally felt relieved.

This place isn't far from the crevice; it's within the range that Xiao Hei can remember the way to.

Besides the special warehouse that Lin Jun assigned to Xiao Hei, there are many other mushroom warehouses in this cave.

Xiao Hei didn't stand on ceremony and stuck his head in to look inside one by one!
Most of it was just dusty, dirty trash, nothing compared to my sparkling clean one!

But occasionally, he could still see some shiny and nice things, which made Xiao Hei stomp his feet with envy.

Unfortunately, these things are still puzzling, and Xiao Hei resisted the urge to take them.

Little Black has a dream: to earn all the sparkly things in his nest someday!
If you just help Puji hit one more, four more, two more...

……

While Puji was busy moving his belongings, things were also happening in the far north, where the "re-education" of the prisoners had officially begun.

Lesson 1: Line up for food!

Four long lines, each with nearly four hundred people, each person receiving a bowl of mushroom soup distributed by the demons.

Not enough to eat? Then queue up again and get some more.

It wasn't that Lin Jun couldn't set up more distribution points to speed things up; rather, she deliberately made them do it this way.

These four hundred half-demons and twelve hundred lizardmen were all scattered soldiers from the tribe.

Discipline to them? What is that?
Although the fear of their recent defeat prevented them from causing trouble for the guards and the demons, the group was already in complete chaos.

There were countless instances of half-demons and lizardmen cutting in line by force, pushing and shoving each other, and shouting insults at one another.

Marshal Puji, draped in a scarlet cloak and wearing a wide-brimmed hat, stood steadily atop the mushroom-shaped hat of the heavily armored Puji, surveying the chaotic scene.

In one row, the demon was busy scooping up another bowl of mushroom soup from the body of the burrowing puji and handing it to the next prisoner.

The tan-colored lizardman opposite him had just reached out his hand when he was pushed aside by another, even taller and stronger lizardman.

The tan-colored lizardman immediately recognized the other man as a high-ranking warrior from his tribe. Without a word, he took a few steps back and slipped back into the line. Cutting in line was one thing, but to actually cut in front of everyone!
The demon responsible for distributing the mushroom soup didn't rush to hand over the bowl, but instead turned to look at the hunter next to Marshal Puji.

However, the lizardman senior warrior, relying on his strength, snatched the bowl from his hand, gulped down a large mouthful, and then complained, "Giving these trash soup is one thing! But for senior warriors like us, we don't even get a speck of meat or oil?"

His voice was loud and clear, drawing the attention of those around him.

Hunter turned his spear around and stepped forward to teach this troublemaker a lesson.

Faced with the oncoming spears, the lizardmen showed no weakness, dodging or blocking with their claws. As fellow high-ranking warriors, even without weapons, they were not defeated in just a few rounds.

This was largely thanks to Lin Jun for not starving or shackled the prisoners; after planting some mycelium, she didn't impose any further restrictions.

After a few swift exchanges, Slick suddenly leaped back a large step, creating distance, and growled defiantly at Hunt, "What are you showing off for! I, Slick, am also a superior warrior. If I had a handy weapon, would I be afraid of you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his demeanor suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned to the true master of this place, the marshal on the high place, and knelt heavily on one knee on the frozen ground with a "thud"!

His posture was respectful, but his head was held high: "My lord! I, Slick, have sharp claws and strong bones! I will tear your enemies apart no less than these demon bastards under your command! Please accept my loyalty and let me fight for you! I will prove my worth!"

Cutting in line, provoking others, sparring with the hunter in public... it's all a setup, a way to promote oneself.

Slick understood the survival rules of the tribe well: strength was the key to survival. By demonstrating strength to the stronger and swearing allegiance, one could win a place in the world of survival and even respect.

The more aggressive and fierce you are, the more respect you will earn!

His burning gaze was fixed on Marshal Puji, awaiting the ruler's response.

And Lin Jun did indeed respond to him.

"It's interesting."

That familiar, chilling voice suddenly rang out, and in an instant, the entire camp seemed to be frozen by invisible frost.

The demons were alright; they just instinctively shrank back. After all, he was their boss, and they had gotten used to it after hearing it so many times.

But the prisoners' reaction was devastating!
The sound was like a floodgate of fear, instantly pulling them back to that nightmare of carnage. Many people trembled uncontrollably, their teeth chattering.

Even Slick, who was kneeling, stiffened abruptly, but he suppressed his instincts and managed to steady himself.

From the edge of Marshal Puji's wide hat, a voice-activated Puji silently peeked out, bounced lightly to the ground, and landed right at Slick's feet.

Following Slick's body, which tensed up like a rock again in an instant, it slowly climbed upwards, finally coiling itself around his thick neck with a steady, slightly cool and slippery touch.

"The strong naturally deserve respect." The voice vibrated against Slick's scales, carrying an inhuman quality. "Hunter! Bring the meat!"

The hunters, who had just been pointing their spears at each other, immediately stopped upon hearing the order and replied crisply, "Yes!"

He turned and strode away, not hesitating to follow Lin Jun's orders.

Upon receiving this almost affirmative response, Slick finally managed a smug smile on his stiff face.

When Kari brought him a bowl of thick soup with oil and chunks of meat floating on top, he took the bowl and even gave Kari a defiant look.

The prisoners in the group reacted indifferently; in the tribal laws of the North, this scene was perfectly normal.

Even some of the prisoners, who were also high-ranking soldiers, started to get their minds working, secretly thinking about when they could find an opportunity to "sell" themselves in the same way.

Only a short distance away, Louisa leaned lazily against the cold stone wall, her arms crossed, a sneer of undisguised sarcasm playing on her lips. She watched with interest as Slick held the smug bowl of broth, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)