I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

"Just be patient and wait!"

On the other side, the dwarf craftsmen listened intently and began a serious discussion.

"What that rat said sounds mysterious, could it be true?"

The dwarf mutants were silent for a moment: "It's true, it's a very advanced technique, using historical luck, like using four ounces to move a thousand pounds."

"But this requires a huge coincidence, and Mr. Lu is also somewhat troubled. Do we need more advanced materials?"

"Time is tight, we can only prepare this much..."

The Ratman immediately refused: "That's looking down on us. Don't underestimate the power of a Mythical Master!"

The dwarves felt a bit awkward: "We wouldn't dare... we wouldn't dare!"

Lu Yuan, listening to their debate through the headset, was momentarily dumbfounded. What's wrong with using high-end materials, why was it refused on my behalf!

...

He turned off the headset, glanced sideways at that Ratman, feeling somewhat annoyed: "Are you trying to make things difficult for Old Lu?"

With the retreat route blocked, he could only calm down and think seriously.

Once again closing his eyes, he sensed that storm from history—the snow on the ice field was lifted by the fierce wind, forming waves of snow, an avalanche that was rolling and surging, as if it was going to bury everything.

Only one big tree struggled to withstand the avalanche, while the squirrel family in the tree hole had already frozen to death.

This scene was complete extinction!

"It is indeed challenging!" Lu Yuan gradually became excited.

He had an inherent sense of relaxation.

"Simple things are uninteresting" was his true inner thought.

It's not arrogance, but for a craftsman, every creation is precious, and the desire to create should not be wasted on rubbish.

Only difficult challenges could ignite his intense passion!

Gradually, interesting ideas formed in his mind, vast amounts of knowledge bubbling forth like whirlpools.

These included various whimsical ideas from his companions within a month, "Alcohol Element," and some insights from when he created "Farmer No.1."

He took out a forging tool from his package, a pair of gloves called "History's Dust," at the Legendary Level, specifically used to sense "historical luck."

Wearing the gloves, he lifted the piece of wood with historical imprints, caressing the rough bark filled with hardships, and those mysterious historical imprints became even clearer.

This piece of wood was 6 meters high in total, weighing 1.1 tons, with astonishing hardness, and a large crack in the middle where it split.

Its overall quality was classified as "Ordinary Level."

Lu Yuan called over two dwarf inspectors to move the wood to the machine tool and said, "I'll choose this one, help me out."

The two strong dwarves carried it with effort, asking, "Do you already have a plan? Isn't the quality of this Snowflake Wood too low? It's just at the Ordinary Level."

"No, the quality is just right. I wonder where the little animals in this tree hole went?" Lu Yuan pointed to a small hole in the middle of the tree.

The dwarf inspector shrugged helplessly: "I don't know, this wood was purchased from other civilizations, possibly changed hands multiple times. It's hard to trace the original owner."

"Should we replace it with a better one? We have many more pieces of this Snowflake Wood."

Although these inspectors were craftsmen, they still evaluated by quality levels.

In their view, Rare Level is better than Ordinary Level.

Lu Yuan sighed inwardly: "What a pity, the original owner of this tree didn't recognize the value and discarded the squirrel corpses."

"Otherwise, the corpses would be more useful than the wood now."

He replied, "No need, this one is fine. Get me some strong Ice Attribute minerals, not the best ones."

Lu Yuan then turned to pick a piece of wood with a rich Life Attribute and began carving squirrels that depended on each other.

His idea was simple, to recreate the story that once happened: During a blizzard, squirrels shivered in the tree hole as this Snowflake Wood withstood the fierce winds.

As for how to construct the atmosphere of the field? Simple, create a shelter.

Sheltered area.

Who said it must be a Spirit Plant Field?

"You must have wanted to live on desperately."

"Though you ultimately perished, leaving just a tiny bit of down, I will still create a shelter that can shield you from the wind and snow, is that alright?"

Approaching from this perspective, Lu Yuan felt like a wanderer lightly clothed in a blizzard, watching the snowflakes descend, feeling the cold invade his skin and reach his heart bit by bit.

Death was imminent.

But when could I find a shelter?

His expression became pained as his limbs started to shiver, and his face turned purple.

Wood chips flew, and the squirrel he was carving grew more lifelike, as if alive.

But in exchange, Lu Yuan seemed like he was about to freeze to death.

...

Watching Lu Yuan start carving, all the craftsmen widened their eyes, hoping to discern some clues.

Yet all Lu Yuan did was carve squirrels, it was utterly baffling.

To further confound them, he didn't use any sophisticated forging techniques, merely carving the squirrels exquisitely lifelike.

More strangely, Lu Yuan himself was constantly shaking... it was just too bizarre.

Shu Gongye chuckled and explained: "This is called blending into the atmosphere! The energy retained by history is immense, using it wisely is key to upgrading the material level!"

"Would you care to elaborate?"

"The essence of Civilization Points is Space-Time Tidal Energy, a hallmark of a Third-level Civilization is the utilization of Civilization Points."

"However, craftsmen can also utilize Space-Time Tidal Energy by tapping into historical imprints. A powerful craftsman alone can be a Third-level Civilization!"

"Of course, achieving this is extremely difficult."

"I see." The other race's craftsmen were skeptical.

On the side, Rock Fist·Deep Furnace rubbed his chin, he was aware of this too.

But knowing and being able to execute are two different matters.

Moreover, these Extraordinary Materials were all provided by dwarves. In the bitter cold of the Northern Territory, trying to create an atmosphere suiting a Spirit Plant Field was almost impossible.

"Being able to casually utilize such methods... it is indeed... quite magical."

"But can he really do it?"

Unconsciously, the Rat Artisans raised great expectations among everyone.

Which was not a good thing, for the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment might be. The human craftsmen began to break into a slight sweat, urging the Ratmen to stop talking.

...

Three hours later, one large and three small, four squirrels were completed, seemingly dancing in Lu Yuan's hand, exuding surging life force.

Thoughts soared.

Inspiration burst forth.

Lu Yuan seemed to have plunged into time tens of thousands of years ago.

He withstood the blizzard, and as he was about to freeze to death, he found a shelter—a tree not very large but resilient enough.

"If you were a bit stronger, perhaps you could shelter many."

He approached that big tree and began to remodel it.

This time he used real prowess, not any forging tools, but the Fire Sculpting Technique of his "Eternal Spark," preserving as much as possible the item's original attributes.

The power of the Spark seeped into the core of that tree.

Life attributes, dormant for hundreds of years, began to quietly awaken.

...

"What's he doing now?" An ordinary craftsman's view was blocked by the bark, fully misunderstanding the clues within.

Only Rock Fist·Deep Furnace, with the "Wise Eye," squinted to see inside the wood, where strange energy circuits gathered on the tree rings.

Those long-dormant Ideal Energy seemed revived like dry wood meets spring."

He had studied these magical techniques extensively.

In the end, he sighed: "I can't understand, I have no clue what he's doing."

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