[The destruction of the White Scale tribe and the Gray Scale tribe frightened the Black Scale tribe, and they had long fled, migrating elsewhere.]

[You decide to pursue the Black Scale tribe, but their tracks disappear at the riverbank.]

[You have conquered the northern swamp and become the King of the Swamp.]

[You establish a twelve-tax system, requiring the White Scale tribe to offer two-tenths of their population annually for rotational labor.]

[With the addition of female Lizardmen, the population lost in war is quickly replenished.]

[Your tribe thrives and the population skyrockets.]

[To meet the demand for food, you teach the White Scale tribe farming techniques, turning the swamp into your fishery.]

[Your Hunting Party ambushes a group of Pigmen.]

[The Pigmen launch a massive attack. Please choose from the following options:]

[1. Launch an offensive.]

[2. Defend passively and build a wooden fortress.]

[3. Abandon the breeding grounds and hide in the cave.]

"It seems the swamp is not the turning point to change the future!"

Looking down at the wooden stick in his hand, Li Meng thought to himself.

No matter whether he chose to attack the Black Scale tribe or the Gray Scale tribe first, the result wouldn't change much.

"Choose option three, hide in the cave!"

The other two options at this stage are certain death.

The third option might offer a glimmer of hope.

[You choose to retreat to the cave, avoiding the confrontation.]

[The Pigmen army discovers the cave.]

[Your Goblin army engages in battle with the Pigmen army inside the cave.]

[You achieve victory, and the Pigmen army is repelled.]

[You receive news from the swamp that the fleeing Black Scale tribe has returned with a massive Lizardman army, and the White Scale tribe has surrendered.]

[Bai Ling has betrayed you, and the Lizardman army learns of your tribe's ability to forge iron weapons.]

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[Please make a choice:]

[1. Continue eastward to completely annihilate the Pigmen tribe.]

[2. Lead the Goblin army to the swamp to confront the Lizardman army.]

[3. Retreat to the tribe and build a wooden fortress to fend off the Lizardman attack.]

"As expected, this time the guide is the Black Scale tribe."

This outcome was within Li Meng's expectations.

However, from the future predicted by the simulated life, Li Meng received a piece of information.

That is, there are other Lizardman tribes in the Goblin Forest.

"Choose option three, build a wooden fortress to fend off the Lizardman attack!"

[You choose to build a wooden fortress to fend off the Lizardman attack.]

[On a certain day, the Lizardman army reappears in the swamp.]

[On that day, a massive Pigmen army appears in the western forest.]

[Your tribe is caught in a pincer attack by the Lizardmen and Pigmen.]

[The two different races join forces to besiege the wooden fortress.]

[The fortress is breached, you die, and your tribe is completely annihilated.]

[Simulated life ends.]

[The future line remains unchanged, no score, no reward.]

"An ineffective simulated life?"

The system's prompt made Li Meng frown slightly.

After so many simulated lives, this was the first time he encountered an ineffective one.

No reward if the future line doesn't change?

Li Meng recalled the past experiences.

"Could it be that only by being at the turning point and making a choice can the future be changed?"

If that's the setup, Li Meng could understand.

After all, he has two chances for simulated life each month.

If he uses the two chances consecutively, the second simulated life won't change much.

Because the general trend of the first simulated life is already apparent.

No matter how he chooses in the second simulated life, he cannot escape the general trend.

Unless he is at the turning point and changes the predicted future.

"Where will the turning point be?"

Li Meng wasn't too anxious.

He would follow the predicted future.

He would wait for the turning point to arrive and change the future line predicted by the simulated life.

Time passed bit by bit, day by day.

Since settling in the northern forest, the tribe has thrived.

With the arrival of the first batch of newborns, the tribe finally took its first step forward.

On a certain day, more than a month later, in the morning.

The tribe was bustling, the chattering of Goblins echoed through the forest.

In the forest, hundreds of Goblins gathered in front of the largest wooden house.

The Goblin crowd was of various sizes, most of them were immature young Goblins.

They were the most boisterous, laughing and playing.

Only after being scolded by the adult Goblins would they quiet down for a moment.

The closest to the wooden house was a group of Big Goblins.

There weren't many of them, only a dozen or so.

Their sizes varied, but not by much.

At this moment, a robust green-skinned Goblin appeared at the door of the wooden house.

"The boss is here, shut up!"

The appearance of the boss silenced the chaotic noise outside.

The young Goblins, under the scolding of the adult Goblins, lay on the ground with a look of reverence.

Looking at the densely packed green-skinned Goblins outside, Li Meng grinned.

"All Big Goblins, come in!"

After throwing out this sentence, Li Meng turned and entered the wooden house.

The Big Goblins outside hurriedly ran into the wooden house.

The wooden house was messy, with piles of wood shavings on the floor.

In the corner was a large bundle of long spears.

"These are newly forged weapons, take them and distribute them."

Hearing this, the Big Goblins looked greedily at the pile of long spears in the corner.

Iron weapons were much stronger than the wooden sticks they held.

They had long known that the boss had sent a group of Goblins to the cave to forge iron weapons.

These days, they often saw some Goblins carrying weapons into the boss's wooden house.

But without the boss's permission, they could only watch.

"Mine, mine!"

As soon as Li Meng spoke, the Big Goblins rushed forward to snatch the spears.

Seeing the Goblin underlings scrambling for the long spears, Li Meng sighed inwardly.

These Goblins were indeed incredibly stupid.

Is this how they distribute weapons when he told them to distribute?

"Stop, all of you stop!"

Li Meng's shout startled the Big Goblins in the midst of their scramble.

All the Big Goblins quickly dropped their weapons.

Then, they bent over, looking at the suddenly angry boss with fear.

"Gobu Qiang, you distribute!"

Hearing the boss's words, Gobu Qiang's face lit up with joy.

The boss letting him distribute meant that all the weapons here were his?

This was great!

Gobu Qiang hurried to the door.

"Gobu Qiang, I told you to distribute, not to take them all for yourself."

Li Meng scolded, glaring at Gobu Qiang at the door.

Seeing his expression, Li Meng knew what Gobu Qiang was thinking.

Fine, I'll do it myself.

Helpless, Li Meng walked toward the corner.

"You come back, I'll distribute!"

In the wooden house, Li Meng began distributing weapons to his Goblin underlings.

"Everyone has their share, that's what distribution means, understand?"

While distributing the weapons, Li Meng lectured his underlings on the principles of sharing.

Whether they understood or not didn't matter, they needed to have a sense of sharing.

Even if they didn't understand, the Goblin underlings still nodded instinctively.