Today was a quiet day with nothing eventful happening. Gorgin was enjoying himself at the House of Amorous Feelings.

  The goblin's potion had a powerful effect.

  The remaining blonde - haired, blue - eyed fellow didn't regain the ability to speak until the afternoon.

  He was hauled into the House of Amorous Feelings and immediately saw six females from different races attending to the fearsome and massive ogre from the morning.

  Gorgin squinted his eyes and sized him up, reaching a conclusion.

  This guy must have been an outdoor enthusiast, judging by his outdoor - style attire.

  Yet at this moment, he was trembling uncontrollably.

  He had witnessed firsthand the fate of that man from a certain country.

  Everything but his clothes had ended up in the bellies of those huge creatures outside.

  What on earth kind of world was this...

  "Tell me, where are you from and how did you end up in the goblin's clutches?"

  Gorgin closed his eyes, savoring the massage as he spoke slowly.

  "Huh?"

  The man was jolted.

  "Give me a detailed introduction about yourself. If I have to repeat my question, you'll meet the same fate as that guy."

  Gorgin didn't open his eyes, but his words sent shivers down the man's spine.

  "My name is Karlov. I'm from the Polar Bear Country. Well, it might not exist in this world. I got here all of a sudden. When that... goblin caught me, the other person had already been captured."

  "Any special skills? Think carefully before you answer."

  Gorgin perked up. From the Polar Bear Country? A Russian perhaps?

  "Um... I can do basic cooking, set traps for hunting, and build houses. I used to live outdoors for a long time, so I have plenty of survival experience."

  Gorgin opened his eyes.

  "You seem useful. You've got a temporary reprieve."

  "First, build yourself a house. If it's up to par, you can stay here long - term.

  "If it's poorly constructed or not practical, you know what awaits you.

  "I'm the chieftain of this tribe, and my word is law. Got it?"

  Hearing that he might survive, Karlov nodded vigorously.

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  Gorgin wasn't a ruthless killer. Since this guy had some skills and there was idle time anyway, it was worth giving him a shot.

  The ogres outside were only proficient in two things:

  Eating!

  Fighting!

  Getting them to do any work was a real hassle. Clearly, intelligent beings like this were more convenient to use.

  For Gorgin, people from the Blue Planet were more valuable.

  After all, compared to the various races here constantly struggling for survival, those from the Blue Planet had a certain naive innocence.

  But it didn't matter. Just like the jackal at the tribe entrance, if you had no utility, you'd end up as a meal.

  Gorgin motioned for the man to leave, and Karlov scurried outside.

  "By the way."

  Just as Karlov was about to step out, Gorgin spoke up again, making him start.

  "You can try to sneak away, but there's only one oasis within a hundred miles, and it's right here.

  "Stay here. Do a good job, and you'll live comfortably. Mess up, and your end will be swift.

  "If you manage to escape, dying of thirst will likely be your inevitable end."

  "Off you go."

  This time, Gorgin didn't stop him and closed his eyes to fully enjoy the massage.

  It wasn't that he was being overly benevolent.

  He planned to have Karlov rebuild all the houses in the tribe.

  At least the houses should have a uniform style, looking tidy when guests arrived. Right now, it was a chaotic mess that didn't look like a proper place.

  Once someone was recognized as a guest, generally, they were safe from becoming food.

  Exceptional circumstances aside, and Gorgin had the final say.

  To others, it seemed like Gorgin had closed his eyes, but in fact, he had immersed his consciousness in the chat and trading channels.

  In over a day, there were still those eager to trade with him.

  Karlov stepped out of the massive House of Amorous Feelings. Looking at the simple and rugged ogre shelters around him, he felt a sense of bewilderment.

  "What should I do if I'm captured by an ogre tribe? Should I run or stay put? Urgent, waiting for replies online."

  After posting a message in the world channel, Karlov began his search for tools and materials.

  He hadn't forgotten his task.

  With Gorgin's instructions, although the ogres still eyed Karlov hungrily from time to time, they refrained from attacking him.

  They didn't even bat an eye when he left the ogre tribe.

  As Gorgin had said, if he ran, the ogres would just lose a bit of extra food, but he'd have to face the diverse creatures and harsh environment outside.

  People in the world channel were drawn to his message.

  "So urgent? Are you the so - called King of Urgency?"

  "An ogre tribe??"

  Karlov: "Yeah, a guy from a certain country is already dead. I'm safe for now because I can build shelters in the wild."

  Then Karlov briefly relayed what Gorgin had said.

  "In your situation, if you're not lying and you're truly skilled in building in the wild, I'd say don't run."

  "Agreed. At least the ogres have their own oasis. Do well, and you won't starve or thirst to death."

  "Are you guys nuts? Didn't you hear it's an ogre tribe? What if they go berserk one day or kill you if you don't meet their standards?"

  "Does it really matter? In our current state, who can guarantee they'll see tomorrow?"

  "Come on. From what he said, this ogre chieftain seems trustworthy. Staying is definitely the wiser choice."

  "Honestly, isn't anyone jealous of that watchdog jackal? Guard the gate, and you don't have to worry about food. In this day and age, it's like having a secure job!"

  "Stop it. You're making me want to go too. How about sharing the location? I'll join the ogres!"

  "What, you got a special skill too? What can you do?"

  "Does having a super - flexible tongue count? I was once known as a master of vocal imitations in the capital."

  "Look at how huge the ogres are. You could tire out your tongue, and they probably wouldn't even notice..."

  The conversation took a wild turn. Karlov was left speechless but had gotten the answer he needed.

  They were right. It's better to endure and live than to die.

  He should start by building a simple house for himself.

  If the ogre chieftain was satisfied, even if he had to be a slave, at least he wouldn't have to worry about his next meal or a drink of water.

  Karlov stood at the tribe entrance, looking around. Desert thorns were everywhere.

  Materials were abundant, but tools were in short supply...

  Then, he happened to notice the small axe at the waist of the jackal, which was diligently guarding the gate with a crossbow.

  His eyes brightened.