"Hey, you! Where's the iron weapon? If there's no iron weapon, I'll eat you!"

At that moment, the goblin minor chieftain, wielding a stone spear, walked over and urged, "Hurry up!"

The wild boar they had just eaten hadn't been enough to satisfy their hunger, and he was so famished that he wanted to devour Neo on the spot.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and drool streamed from his mouth.

Moon quickly explained, "Just wait a bit longer. Iron weapons aren't that easy to make, but we'll do our best."

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The stone-spear goblin wasn't interested in listening to reason. He pushed Moon to the ground and brandished his spear, shouting.

Neo's expression was cold, and he sneered, "Here it is. The iron weapon is ready. Take a look at this."

With that, a cold gleam flashed as he produced a short sword.

Even the short sword was a meter long and extremely cumbersome to hold, so he had to prop it on the ground.

"Hm?" Upon hearing this, the surrounding goblins rushed over in delight.

Having a sword meant they could hunt for meat and capture higher-level beings for breeding!

Especially elves—these goblins would sneak peeks at them every day, and just looking at them was enough to lift their spirits.

The stone-spear goblin was initially stunned, then overjoyed.

He quickly turned and shouted towards the grey-black hut, "Shaman! Iron weapon! It's an iron weapon!"

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a cold gleam flashed, and the stone-spear goblin's voice was cut short.

His stone spear and body were neatly sliced in half, with blood and organs spilling all over the ground!

It was Neo who had swung the iron sword with all his might, splitting him in two.

He had been annoyed by this guy for a while. He reminded Neo of his boss from his previous life, who constantly made things difficult for him, nagging about every little thing.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Neo felt an immense sense of relief and satisfaction.

"wu wu wu!"

In an instant, the entire tribe erupted into chaos! The surrounding goblins, who had gathered around, picked up their weapons and prepared to fight back, their expressions ferocious and teeth bared.

If they all attacked Neo at once, he would probably be devoured down to the last hair.

Moon was trembling with fear. "What do we do, Boss? I'm scared."

"Don't worry. That shaman won't let anything happen to us," Neo said confidently, standing his ground.

Sure enough, the sound of a staff hitting the ground echoed from behind.

The goblin Shaman slowly emerged and used his "Rally" skill, which immediately silenced all the goblins.

Then he spoke, "Zi Zi, it really is an iron weapon. Very well. I want more. I want iron armor too."

"Sure, but I'll need some help," Neo replied. He knew he needed others to search for iron ore while he stayed in the tribe, where it was safer.

The goblin Shaman pondered for a moment, then used his Rally skill again, making Neo a minor chieftain with authority over thirty goblins.

It was a bit limited, but Neo had to accept it; otherwise, the shaman would surely become suspicious.

"Thank you, shaman," Neo said, deliberately flattering him to make the old man think he was submissive.

Then the goblin Shaman returned to his hut, a place no one else was allowed to enter. Anyone who had entered before had long become fertilizer.

"Boss, wait, it hurts," the minor chieftain on the ground groaned, dragging his mutilated body and hoping the Shaman would save him.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful force on his head as Neo stomped it into the dirt.

The other goblins were stunned, now regarding the newcomer with a sense of dread. Among these low - level creatures, strength was everything, and Neo's display of power had intimidated them.

But it wasn't enough.

Neo coldly glanced down at the goblin beneath his foot and tore off one of his arms, beginning to chew on it.

The goblin gradually lost consciousness amidst his fear and pain.

Faced with such a display from Neo, the other goblins finally broke. They abandoned all their discontent and shrank back, too afraid to look directly at him. After all, even goblins didn't eat their own kind!

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Neo let Moon eat her fill first, then kicked the remains towards the others. "You can eat," he said.

Instantly, the goblins swarmed and devoured everything, leaving nothing behind.

Normally, they would go hungry when they failed to catch prey, and they would look at Neo as if he were a big piece of meat. Finally able to eat, no one was going to be polite.

“Boss, you're so amazing! You were so scary just now. My legs went weak,” Moon said with a look of admiration.

Neo gave a faint smile and said, “Don't worry, this is just the first day. You'll always have a share with the boss.”

“Captain, what should we do now?” the goblins asked, all of them bewildered and unsure of what to do next.

Hearing this, Neo almost fainted. “Just call me Neo. No need for ‘captain,’” he said, giving a punch to the one who first called him captain. Sometimes, you had to be tough, just like training a dog.

After a moment of thought, Neo said, “Do you want iron weapons?”

“Yeah!” The goblins' eyes lit up at the mention of iron weapons.

“Do you want to trade with humans?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”

“Do you want to eat meat until you're full?”

“Yeah!”

“Do you want to trade with elves?”

“Oh my god! Elves!!!” The goblins were overexcited, ready to do anything for iron weapons. They cheered and shouted Neo's praises.

At this moment, no one noticed the Goblin Shaman in the hut, staring at Neo through the darkness with a complicated expression.

Once the excitement had settled, Neo arranged, “Go out and find as many different kinds of stones as you can!”

“Neo, why do we need stones?” one goblin asked, scratching his head in confusion.

A particularly bold goblin piped up, “Maybe Neo likes walnuts and wants to crack them!”

“Just go and find them,” Neo replied irritably.

He knew it would be impossible to explain what iron ore looked like. They would only understand once they saw it with their own eyes.

After two full days, one of the goblins finally brought back a piece of iron ore.

Over the next few days, all the goblins searched the area thoroughly but found very little.

Iron ore was a rare resource coveted by higher-intelligence races. It seemed they would have to raid the elves' iron ore site later.

“After almost ten days, we've only got this much. It's barely enough to make ten short swords,” Neo said bitterly, looking at the seven or eight lumps of ore in front of him.

But then he had a sudden inspiration. If he couldn't make enough short swords, he could make spears!

At least fifty spearheads would be possible. He could use sturdy wood for the shafts.

With fifty spears, they could easily take over the elves' iron ore site and fully arm themselves. No creature within a ten - mile radius would dare to provoke this tribe!

He spent another day building a clay furnace to smelt the iron. The other goblins were responsible for breaking the ore into smaller pieces.

“A few of you, come over here and keep the fire burning strong. If it gets weak, I'll throw you in!” Neo warned. Iron had a melting point of over 1,500 degrees, so the fire had to be intense. The entire tribe was illuminated by the firelight all night long.

While the iron was being smelted, Neo trained two goblins to work the forge and make molds. He couldn't do everything by himself.

He then asked Moon, “What kind of weapon do you like?” This was the first female goblin ever, and he wanted to make her a weapon and a set of simple armor.

Moon was unsure how to answer. “I, I don't know.”

“You said you like the moon. How about a crescent - shaped blade?” Neo suggested.

Everything was finally ready, and the number of life simulations had refreshed. It was the perfect time.

Sitting there, Neo couldn't help but glance at the central hut. That old man would probably try to kill him once the weapons were made. He needed to be fully prepared.

“System, simulate!”