Chapter 5: The Awakening of Heroes

Chapter 5: The Awakening of Heroes

With a decisive click, Lu Yao initiated the awakening process. In a breathtaking display, a cascade of ethereal white lights engulfed the two men, transforming them into intrepid, muscle bound behemoth. Above their heads, the resplendent title of "Hero" materialized, signifying their newfound status.

A surge of elation coursed through Lu Yao's veins. No longer bound by the limitations of mere subliminal messages, he now possessed the power to manipulate these heroes at will. Choosing specific locations for their exploration and patrol, he harnessed their remarkable skills in traversing uncharted terrains and conducting vital field surveys. These heroes were the embodiment of undaunted adventure, their expertise surpassing that of the prophets who indulged in intellectual musings.

Moreover, by repeatedly interacting with the pig and fish brothers, Lu Yao unveiled a comprehensive character interface, revealing intricately crafted pixel portraits of the two male heroes. The pig aficionado exuded a robust and muscular physique, while the fish enthusiast emanated an aura of litheness and agility. Clad in simple leather waistcoats, their attire bespoke their humble origins.

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[Hero Level 1] Fisherman

Attack: 1 Defense: 1 Knowledge: 0 Mana: 0 Luck: 1 Morale: 0

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[Hero Level 1] Hunter

Attack: 2 Defense: 1 Knowledge: 0 Mana: 0 Luck: 0 Morale: 0

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A discerning eye could detect the Fisherman's past as a master of the seas, while the Hunter bore the marks of a skilled tracker. Although their attributes appeared somewhat muddled, one had to remember that they were once ordinary inhabitants who had awakened to the calling of heroes. Lu Yao knew better than to demand too much from them.

But what about the Prophet?

Lu Yao relentlessly clicked on the Prophet, and as anticipated, a grand character interface unfurled before him. There, the towering figure of the Prophet stood, bare-chested, his gaze fixed upon the heavens.

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[Prophet Level 1] Farmer

Attack: 0 Defense: 0 Knowledge: 3 Mana: 0 Luck: 0 Morale: 0

Ability

Wisdom Level 1: Wisdom stands as the conduit through which apostles perceive the will of the gods. The higher the level of wisdom, the easier it becomes to unravel the intricacies of various abilities.

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In stark contrast to the Pigfish brothers, the Prophet possessed a distinct ability: wisdom.

Eager to delve deeper, Lu Yao maneuvered the mouse cursor, unveiling the purpose behind each of the six attributes displayed on the screen.

Attack: Each increment in attack amplifies the destructive might of the entire hero unit, empowering them to inflict 3% more damage upon their adversaries.

Defense: A bolstered defense fortifies the heroes' vitality, granting a 3% increase in the hit points of the entire hero unit.

Knowledge: With each surge in knowledge, the heroes' mana capacity expands by 10, accompanied by a daily mana regeneration rate elevated by 1.

Mana: Every surge in mana enhances the potency of spellcasting, intensifying the impact of their incantations by 5% and reducing the cooldown duration by 4%.

Luck: Each point of luck bestows a 4% chance upon the hero unit to unleash a devastating twin strike, paving the way for unforeseen advantageous circumstances.

Morale: Every increment in morale blesses each hero with a 4% probability of entering a state of heightened morale. During this fervent state, movement speed and attack speed are doubled, surging forth for a span of 10 seconds.

Absorbing the intricacies of these six attributes, Lu Yao's comprehension deepened.

The system bore a remarkable resemblance to the renowned Heroes series. It became increasingly apparent that both the Prophet and future heroes would lead armies into the heat of battle.

The Garlic Tribe, burdened by its meager population and bound to rudimentary, manual farming techniques, had yet to unlock the secrets of advanced toolcraft, smelting, or the art of forging weapons. The journey to produce battle-hardened warriors lay before them, a gradual process that demanded patience and perseverance.

What did the Garlic Tribe require most in this pivotal moment?

Words imbued with the power of persuasion and enlightenment?

Ironware, a testament to their growing strength and resilience?

Exquisitely crafted pottery, a symbol of their cultural heritage and artistic prowess?

Or perhaps it was sustenance, nourishment that would satiate their hunger and invigorate their spirits?

As his fingers idly caressed the cool surface of the "Sylvan Staff of Rejuvenation" in his hand, Lu Yao's mind became a tempest of possibilities, a symphony of ideas vying for his attention. Each concept seemed indispensable, holding intrinsic importance to the Garlic Tribe's burgeoning civilization.

Just as he grappled with this weighty decision, another line of subtitles flickered on the luminous computer

screen, like celestial fragments of wisdom descending from the digital heavens:

"The Forest Tribe, with hearts brimming with gratitude and reverence, presents a sacrificial offering to express their deepest gratitude for the precious gift of garlic bestowed upon them."

A second offering!

Lu Yao's eyes widened with anticipation and awe. In an instant, he accessed the sacred realm of the temple, his virtual presence shimmering with divine energy.

Within the hallowed confines of the temple, an exquisite green plant materialized within the sacred vessel, bearing an uncanny resemblance to a prickly peara botanical marvel adorned with thorns that guarded its succulent core.

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[Prickly Pear Follower]: +1 Faith per hour.

These devoted servants of the gods, clad in the ephemeral guise of prickly pears, embodied unwavering dedication as they undertook sacred duties within the forest temple. Their existence was an embodiment of reliability and industriousness, tirelessly engaging in acts of cleaning and worship. They formed an intricate collective of mystical elves, blending seamlessly into the sacred tapestry of the divine presence.

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Lu Yao stood momentarily transfixed, his breath caught in his chest. Alive? The notion seemed almost ethereal, defying the boundaries of the digital realm. Without hesitation, he reached out, producing the "Sacrifice" with reverence.

In a mesmerizing display of divine intervention, the round cactus materialized upon the keyboard, its appearance a faithful replica of the fist-sized prickly pear found in earthly markets. Its plump, verdant sphere bristled with an array of tiny spines, like emerald needles adorning a regal crown.

Yet, in a moment of enchantment, the cactus began to sway gently, slender green appendages unfurling with graceful purpose. Bending its metaphorical knees, the rotund figurewhether its body or head, the distinction blurreddescended upon the table, bowing with a solemn reverence before Lu Yao, its newfound master.

Testing the waters of this newfound symbiosis, Lu Yao's voice resonated with both curiosity and authority as he inquired, "Are you capable of cleansing, of purging the immediate vicinity of impurities?"

The cactus follower, ever dutiful and unwavering in its commitment, remained kneeling, its prickly countenance nodding in acknowledgment.

"In that case, I ask you, noble attendant, to cleanse the surroundings with meticulous care," Lu Yao commanded, his voice filled with a sense of awe and wonder.

With the divine decree received, the cactus attendant sprung into action, leaping from the table with grace and poise. Swift as the wind, it traversed the terrain on its tiny legs, banishing every speck of dust, every errant hair, and every stray debris that dared to mar the pristine sanctity of its surroundings. Its very presence seemed akin to a miniature biological vacuum cleaner, deftly wielding its natural spines as instruments of cleanliness. Clumps of detritus adhered to the surface of the cactus sphere, gathering under its influence and coalescing into compact balls of impurity. It functioned as a paragon of efficiency, leaving no trace of dust, no vestige of ingrained dirt. Even weathered tiles, with their ancient fissures and imperfections, gleamed resplendently, evoking a sense of transcendence, akin to an automobile dealership showcasing its polished fleet.

With crossed legs, Lu Yao reclined, his body ensconced in a cocoon of serenity and contentment. The intricate dance of the industrious prickly pear, its tireless devotion to cleanliness, filled his heart with an inexplicable joy. In that moment, he understood the true essence of divine bliss, the sublime satisfaction that accompanied the fulfillment of sacred duties.

As the cactus follower completed its immaculate cleansing ritual, a faint whisper emerged from the virtual ether, barely audible yet brimming with the weight of revelation: "The noble cactus follower, a loyal servant and guardian of the sacred realm, shall forever stand as a testament to the unwavering faith and devotion of the Garlic Tribe. Its presence shall inspire reverence and awe within the hearts of the faithful, ensuring the sanctity of your burgeoning civilization."

With profound gratitude swelling within his chest, Lu Yao pondered the significance of this sacred offering. The cactus follower, a symbol of purity and diligence, would embody the unwavering spirit of the Garlic Tribe, inspiring devotion and adherence to the path of righteousness. Its presence would elevate the sanctity of their hallowed abode, fostering an atmosphere of divine communion and spiritual growth.

Reinvigorated by the manifestation of this divine offering, Lu Yao's mind became a tempest of ideas once again. The potential avenues for growth and enlightenment expanded, promising a glorious future for the Garlic Tribe within the digital realm.

And so, with renewed vigor and purpose, the Prophet delved into the depths of his consciousness, seeking guidance and inspiration to guide the destiny of the Garlic Tribe.

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