After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder.
The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other.
The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter.
Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human.
Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food.
Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead.
The first step was to improve his life.
What, the beastmen do not know how to farm?
No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter.
Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks!
Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste.
Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death.
Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life.
It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end.
Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you!
And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me!
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Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!

Eric laughed and scolded, grabbing a handful of dry flour from the bag nearby to sprinkle onto Arthur's hands, and also sprinkled some into the basin.


He squatted down to help Arthur process the dough using dry flour, his silver hair swaying gently in the light breeze:


"If there's too much water, add flour; if there's too much flour, add water. But absolutely don't do like in the stories and make me a mountain of dough."


Hearing no response after speaking, Eric looked up and found Arthur staring blankly, lost in thought. Irritated, he poked another white handprint onto Arthur's forehead:


"I'm talking to you. What are you thinking about?"


Arthur snapped back to reality, panic-stricken, and reached up to touch his forehead, not caring that his hand was still covered in flour, which only added more white powder to his head.


"Why is it so hot? Did you use magic to burn me..." He muttered softly, his eyes unconsciously following Eric.


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