Final Lord

Chapter 211 A Blind Chicken Makes a Great Contribution
Wang Bufu bit his nails and said, "Blind Cat, make arrangements so that they can be divided into four groups and take turns coming back to rest. I'll cook for them myself."

The blind cat exclaimed in alarm, "My lord, no! I don't think they're actually tired; they're just complaining. That's how young people are these days; they can't handle any hardship. I'll go down and kick their butts right now!"

Wang Bufu laughed and said, "What? Afraid my cooking is bad? Don't worry, I specially learned a few tricks from Uncle Ming before I came. Let them come up in turn. That's an order."

Wang Bufu's cooking skills certainly couldn't compare to Uncle Ming's, but after eating the mushroom porridge that Wang Bufu personally stewed, the cave people were as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and all their fatigue was swept away.

This is because Wang Bufu is no longer appeasing his generals; he has become a Tier 2 Extraordinary class, [Inspiring General]. He has gained a very powerful special skill—Commander's Inspiration.

[Commander's Inspiration (24-hour cooldown): When the commander personally inspires the soldiers, their morale increases by 3 and their stamina recovery speed increases by 100% for two hours.]

The commander personally cooked to reward the soldiers, which was certainly a form of motivation. With this special skill, the cave dwellers were naturally invigorated.

The ongoing excavation proceeded rapidly amidst the deathly silence.

Every three minutes, the mud from the caveman's excavation became increasingly murky. By the 242nd report, some fluorescent green fluid had begun to appear on his skin; by the 359th, red soil had appeared on the skin at the tip of his tailbone…

After 28 hours of digging, the cavemen reached a depth of over 10,000 meters, breaking through six different strata: a granite layer with solid rock, an amber layer embedded with bioluminescent jellyfish, a liquid soil layer with soil flowing like water...

However, nothing was gained.

At this point, even Wang Bufu began to waver. He started to wonder if he was overthinking things, or if there was some detail he had overlooked.

Wang Bufu realized that he was caught in a gold rush predicament.

The gold rush dilemma refers to the uncertainty that decision-makers face regarding input and return during resource extraction (such as mining).

Those who dig for gold cannot predict whether continuing to invest resources (such as manpower and time) will lead to the discovery of high-value targets (such as gold) in the next stage.

If we stop digging, we may miss out on wealth that is within our grasp; if we continue to invest, we may fall into a bottomless pit of resource depletion.

What if we find gold after digging another 100 meters? What if we find nothing after digging another 10,000 meters?

This predicament requires strong intelligence gathering capabilities to overcome. But Wang Bufu currently lacks such capabilities.

Wang Bufu gritted his teeth. "Fine, let's dig for another two hours, then have Blind Cat use magic to do a thorough search. If we still haven't found anything, then I'll send the cavemen back."

……

Mud splattered down from above, and Blind Chicken wiped his skin, stung by the sulfurous steam. The tunneling team had been working continuously for twenty-eight hours, even breaking through the hardest layers of liquid soil, but what the lord had asked them to find was still nowhere to be found.

They have now reached a sulfur layer about 15,000 meters underground.

They had never dug this deep, not even on Sunset Peak.

Fortunately, cave dwellers have a special constitution and don't need to breathe, otherwise they would have died underground long ago.

"Shift change in the tunnel! Bro, come up and have some of the lord's mushroom porridge!"

The messenger licked his lips, still savoring the taste: "It doesn't taste that great, but once you finish it, you feel incredibly refreshed and comfortable! It's probably because the lord brewed it himself. Brother Blind Chicken, you should go up and try it. After today, you might not be able to drink it again."

"No, I'm a special forces member specializing in excavation. You guys are tired, but I'm not."

Blind Chicken looked at his companions' skin covered in scratches, and the cavemen responsible for clearing the way looked listless, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. These guys weren't as resilient as him after all. He casually broke off a piece of soil from the sulfur layer and chewed it. As a cave carrier, while others' digging was physically demanding, his was like eating a buffet.

"So, how do you think you poison-wielding assassins can fight us?"

"Huh?!" "Stop!"

The blind chicken suddenly stopped his companions who were transporting gravel. He then broke off different pieces of soil from the sulfurous rock layer and stuffed them into his mouth, his expression growing increasingly serious.

"No! No! The texture is wrong!"

The moisture and smell of this soil were quite different from the other soil in this rock formation, as if it contained some kind of gelatinous residue left by organisms.

The blind chicken's arm suddenly trembled. He placed his arm on the soil, carefully sensing it. Soon, he found the same gelatinous substance again in the seams of the soil.

As he processed the information he sensed in his brain, those winding, gelatinous traces pieced together a horrifying pattern in his mind:

These are clearly grooves scraped out by some kind of long, serpentine creature as it crawled through the soil!

"Quickly, quickly, report to the lord immediately!" The blind chicken's arm scraped across the rock face, leaving blinding sparks. "I've made a major discovery..."

Upon hearing what the blind chicken said, the young caveman trembled. He was about to set off when the blind chicken grabbed fate by the neck.

"Fine, I'll go myself. I can't let you have such a good opportunity to make a contribution."

The caveman only regretted that he only had two legs and couldn't run fast enough. He quickly shouted, "No, Bro! You're a special forces soldier now. Let me follow you and make my presence known to the lord!"

"Let's go together. You stay close." The blind chicken quickly burrowed underground and swam towards the upper level. The caveman followed closely behind.

Throughout the journey, the blind chicken studied the gelatinous soil he had discovered. After swimming for two whole hours, the blind chicken finally saw the details that everyone else had overlooked.

The seemingly chaotic distribution of soil is actually a series of wavy patterns that repeat in a specific rhythm.

When all the colloidal soil connects together from bottom to top, a giant movement track that runs through six strata is clearly revealed!

"My lord! A great discovery!" The blind chicken's voice rang in Wang Bufu's mind.

When Wang Bufu finished hearing about the blind chicken's discovery, his ecstasy, transmitted through their minds, sent shivers down the blind chicken's spine!

"Good! Good! Good! You're really something, Blind Chicken! What did I tell you? You, Blind Chicken, have commendable courage and are sure to amount to something. Here you go! You've done a great service, a really great service!"

Wang Bufu immediately ordered, "Blind Cat, gather all the cavemen and dig down along what Blind Chicken discovered!"

Having made such a big splash, the blind chicken was overjoyed.

Three hundred cavemen continued digging along the designated path, with Blind Chicken always at the forefront. When he reached a depth of 17,000 meters, his footing suddenly gave way, and he nearly fell off the ceiling!

"Hiss! What is this?!"

Sensing the massive underground cavern that stretched tens of meters high before him, Blind Chicken gasped in shock.

(End of this chapter)