Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 12 Bronze

"My Lord, has the Clan of Sinjous embarked on another expedition under your leadership?"

Within the realm of God.

On a secluded ridge in a field, the old farmer put down his farming tools and knelt respectfully in front of Liang Jiu.

Liang Jiu looked at him: "You guessed it?"

"I dare not presume to know the will of the gods." Geng lowered his head. "But I have always kept in mind your divine decree of rest and recuperation. This period of dormancy is for the sake of the next conquest."

"I thought you would suggest that we maintain the status quo," Liang Jiu said calmly.

"Those evil giants brought too much despair to our people back then." Geng's voice still carried fear, after all, he was also on the battlefield at the time, watching how the trolls slaughtered his own kind. "That sense of powerlessness and bloodshed are etched into the memories of all the descendants. Everyone knows that peace is only temporary, and a powerful enemy will eventually come, and the Xin Clan has always been preparing for it."

Liang Jiu nodded slightly after hearing this.

This is exactly the kind of relationship he desires.

Instead of succumbing to decadence in comfort, the trait of "genetic memory" has perfectly demonstrated its strategic value.

"very good."

Liang Jiu's gaze then shifted downwards, landing on the hoe that Geng had just put down.

The blade of the hoe had changed from being made of polished stone to being made of metal.

"I see your hoe has been replaced with a bronze one?" Liang Jiu asked, somewhat surprised. "Did you put this together?"

Given the normal evolutionary pace of pure humankind, unlocking the Bronze Age technology tree requires not only fire but also furnaces capable of retaining high temperatures. This technology itself requires a long time and cannot be achieved overnight.

"Your Majesty is too kind. This is not my doing," Geng replied truthfully. "It is Xin's youngest son, Xin Zang."

"I've never forgotten your instructions to keep a close eye on him. Just recently, he suddenly awakened the extraordinary art of fire control. The flames were illusory, but their temperature was several times higher than ordinary fire. It was with his help that we were able to successfully melt the ore and forge this kind of tool."

In other words, such bronze artifacts cannot be mass-produced at present?

Liang Jiu frowned slightly: "This is a unique piece that relies entirely on Xin Zang's personal abilities."

As a god, he knew better than anyone that the leap in civilization relied on a universal revolution in productivity. If it was just a workshop of a certain extraordinary individual, the improvement to the entire race would be negligible, and the talent of the extraordinary individual would be wasted.

But on second thought, the appearance of extraordinary flames was, after all, a good start.

I suppose the divine feedback I've recently received also comes from this.

"My Lord, Xin Zang has not failed the bloodline of the King of Men. With the support of Chief Chang, he is already trying to oversee the construction of the earthen furnace, attempting to amplify his fire control abilities and benefit the entire tribe."

"If we can fully understand the tricks of the trade in the future, production will definitely see a breakthrough."

Seeing is believing.

Without saying much, Liang Jiu's figure vanished on the ridge of the field with a thought.

The next second, he crossed space and arrived at an open space behind the settlement.

A simple, rugged, and enormous building stands before you.

Liang Jiu scanned the furnace with his divine sense, and its internal structure was immediately revealed: it was made entirely of large, rigidly stacked stones, with gaps haphazardly plastered with yellow mud. Not only was the seal extremely poor, but the structure was also extremely unstable after being heated, posing a constant risk of collapse.

Shift your gaze downwards.

Beneath the stove, a shirtless young man, covered in charcoal ash, was anxiously wiping away sweat. The features of his face did indeed resemble Xin's.

[Name: Shinzou]

[Age: 16]

[Race: Salaried Person]

[Transcendent Tier 1 (Heartfire)]

[Object of Faith: Liang Jiu]

Indeed, he had awakened to extraordinary abilities, and through a different path than other members of his race.

Liang Jiu concealed his physical form, projected his divine sense outward, and quietly listened to the argument between him and his companion beside him.

"Why is the result still full of impurities this time? The temperature just won't go up." His companion looked at the cooled slag on the ground, somewhat discouraged. "Xin Zang, is it because you've almost exhausted your divine power? Why don't we stop for today and get some rest?"

"impossible."

Xin Zang wiped the soot off his face, stared at the furnace, and a faint, illusory dark golden hue flickered in his eyes.

"The flames I'm activating this time are no weaker than last time, how could I possibly fail to refine it?"

Has the experiment already begun? Liang Jiu wondered.

However, relying too much on one's own abilities led to ignoring external factors, and despite having a direction, one failed to delve deeper into improving the furnace.

Liang Jiu withdrew his concealed divine power, and ripples quietly flowed in the void.

He once again donned that slightly worn-out straw coat, transformed into the appearance of an old man, and slowly walked out from a deserted corner.

The embers in the furnace crackled and popped, and hot sparks accompanied by black smoke occasionally splashed onto the surrounding mud.

"Grandpa, don't go any further! It's dangerous here!"

The Xin tribesman who was clearing away the slag with a stone shovel was the first to spot Liang Jiu.

Seeing the thin, seemingly fragile old man who looked like he could be blown away by the heatwave at any moment, he instinctively shouted a warning.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Shinzo grabbed his arm and forced him to kneel on the ground.

"My Lord God." Xin Chai pressed his forehead to the ground, his voice trembling, clearly recognizing the old man before him as the tribe's god.

Looking at the kneeling young man in front of him, Liang Jiu felt both amused and somewhat helpless.

This kid is quick-witted; he's much more cunning than his rigid father. He's probably been corrupted by Geng.

"Was it that old bastard Geng who told you, so you recognized me at a glance?" Liang Jiu looked down at him, his tone flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Xin Zang raised his head and looked directly at Liang Jiu.

The young man before him remained neither humble nor arrogant. But as the Creator, Liang Jiu could clearly sense the devoutness of a believer deep within him.

"The high priest revered the gods and never described your specific appearance to me."

Xin Zang answered truthfully, "I once studied under the High Priest and was amazed by his insight into agricultural seasons, calendars, and even the workings of all things. I asked him how he knew so much truth and knowledge about this world?"

"The high priest told me that he was not born with knowledge. All his wisdom was learned from an old man who wore a straw robe."

As he said this, Shinzo's golden eyes became even brighter.

"Though I am not as learned as the High Priest, I understand a very simple truth. How could an ordinary mortal elder, limited by lifespan and knowledge, possibly be wiser than the High Priest who holds the calendar and sees through the rise and fall of the world?"

"Therefore, I have always suspected that the old man who could make the high priest willingly bow his head and perform the disciple's rites must be the great god who created our Xin tribe."

He is logically sound, bold yet meticulous.

Liang Jiu turned his gaze to Xin Zang on the ground, a half-smile on his face.

"Since you've decided that I am a god..."

So what do you want to get from me?