The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Stumbling and falling along the way, patching things up bit by bit.

But after more than a month at sea, the group finally arrived at a port in the Dwarf Kingdom—Princess Port.

Hammer Nashabi's Taurus No. 1 amphibious high-speed combat vehicle barely made it to shore amidst swaying and rocking.

It's unclear whether it hit a wooden pier on the dock, but the boat fell apart on the spot.

Song Feng and Chen Gou seemed to have anticipated this, and jumped ashore a step ahead of time.

"As soon as Magnet Bro let go, this thing fell apart."

"I'm never riding on that damn general's ship again."

Magnet Brother wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was the one who carried the ship through the last stretch of the journey; otherwise, this wrecked ship, which had weathered so many storms, would have collapsed long ago.

On the dock, the dwarfs sang folk songs from their hometown as they busied themselves.

The technological landscape here looks like it was during Earth's first industrial revolution.

Everywhere you look, there are tall chimneys spewing black smoke into the sky.

Various heavy machines powered by steam engines emitted heat amidst their roaring sounds.

Some oddly shaped hot air balloons and motorboats floated in the air, their propellers whirring and their steam chimneys billowing white smoke.

The crooked houses and potholed roads make this place seem rather unkempt at first glance.

However, don't be fooled by this appearance of dwarf society.

In fact, their level of technological advancement is no less than that of humans.

However, they followed a path similar to steampunk.

All technological creations do not pursue high precision, high accuracy, or high intelligence, but are rather rough, barbaric, and arbitrary, adhering to the principle that as long as it works, it is a good machine.

That's why General Hammer's chariot has so many problems and "quality issues" that pop up from time to time.

Despite this, it can still basically fulfill its functional roles as an "amphibious vehicle", "high-speed vehicle", and "combat vehicle".

Wu Ge jumped off Song Feng.

He absolutely loved this place filled with steam.

"Oh God! I swear, I'd stay here for the rest of my life!"

Song Feng said with a smile.

"I don't want to."

The three men landed on the dock, attracting the attention of the dockworkers.

Walking through a world of dwarves, whose tallest members only reached slightly above Song Feng's knees, Song Feng, Chen Gou, and their clones wandering outside all had the illusion that they were giants.

It's not just the people here who are small.

To accommodate their height, all buildings and items in the dwarf kingdom are constructed according to the dwarfs' height.

Calling this a land of giants wouldn't be wrong—everyone who comes here feels like a giant.

"Hey! General, is this your guest? He looks a lot like Song Feng, who's been the most talked-about character in the Metaverse lately!"

"There's no mistake, there's no mistake, it's Song Feng!"

"The General said before that he would bring back this influential figure for our country, and he did it!"

"Hey friend, want to come in for a drink? It's some really good ale!"

Welcome to our country! We hope you have a pleasant trip!

Following Hammer Nashabi to the palace of the Giant Kingdom, the dwarves they encountered along the way were quite warm and friendly to Song Feng and his companions.

But this made the clones a little uneasy.

"I remember that old thief used to plunder their resources through the Ten Clans Battlefield, didn't he?"

"More than that, if they encounter any resistance, they might just kill some of them on the spot."

"Are the dwarves so kind? Don't they hold grudges at all?"

"Damn it! Why are you only bringing this up now? I'd completely forgotten! I knew it! I knew the defection to the dwarves was malicious, right? Well, look what happened, we've walked right into their trap!"

"To us, those events seem like they happened not long ago, but to them, it's been over a thousand years. They should have forgotten about them long ago, right?"

"Look at the demons, have you forgotten? Look at the angels, have you forgotten? They practically have 'I'm going to kill you' written all over their faces!"

The clones chattered amongst themselves, starting to feel guilty.

Song Feng remained relatively calm.

Come here.

Speculating is useless; let's first see what the king wants to say, and then get the statue fragments—that's the important thing.

Song Feng had some confidence because of this.

During their time adrift at sea, he and his clones not only raised their cultivation levels to the fifth stage of the Innate Realm, but also...

They also each practiced several martial arts and spiritual techniques that suited them.

Where did it come from?

Provided by Cadre Brother.

Cadre Brother was taken back to the Wang family by Wang Qingxuan.

The Wang family truly had no ill intentions; they only wanted to protect Song Feng.

Although they suspected that what they brought back might not be the original, they treated it as if it were Song Feng himself.

They even treated it as a Song hexagram.

I often explain to my colleague, who is a cadre, what has happened in the past thousand years, the current world order, and the problems the world is facing.

Naturally, Song Feng and his group now need spiritual resources, and the Wang family is giving them everything they have.

Not only did they open up their own collection of martial arts techniques completely, allowing cadres to learn them for free.

Other ancient clans that followed the Wang clan also shared their cultivation methods.

That's why Song Feng and his clones were able to choose, and each of them cultivated what they liked.

The cadre brother deserves great credit for this.

The key point is that he's living a very comfortable life in the Wang family now, like he's an emperor.

He would share on his alternate network what delicacies he had eaten that day, what high-tech toys he had played with, which important person he had met, and how respectful the person was to him.

This aroused envy, jealousy, and hatred from the other clones.

Think about how you're exposed to the wind and sun at sea, and you still have to train yourself. Don't feel too bad.

The more the other clones envied him, the happier the cadre brother became.

"Hey! Song Feng, our palace is just ahead. Be careful when you go in, keep your head down and bend over, so as not to damage our sacred palace. The king is already waiting for you in the main hall. Go on."

As he spoke, Hammer Nashabi pulled Chen Gou over.

"You are not qualified to see our king. You'd better stay outside quietly."

Chen Gou shouted.

"That's so boring. I'd rather go to that bar I was at and have a drink."

Chui Na Shabi walked in front, leading Song Feng into the palace.

He didn't even bother to change his clothes, which shows how eager the king was to see Song Feng.

The palace of the Dwarf Kingdom was not particularly magnificent, but it still conformed to their aesthetics and style: rough, old, dark in color, with gears, tracks, and steam engines everywhere.

Song Feng bent over and passed through archway after archway, seeing row after row of dwarf soldiers. Finally, in a grand hall that could stand upright for him, he met the dwarf king.

The king's hair was completely white, and his braided beard was also entirely white.

He lay half-reclined on the throne, looking as if he didn't even have the strength to sit up straight.

No wonder Hammerna Shabi was so eager; it turns out that the old king is terminally ill and on his deathbed.

"General, you have done a good job. You have finally allowed me to meet this destined person before I went to see the Dwarf God."