However, Karin had to deliberate carefully on precisely how to carry out her plans.

  Her objective was to optimize the benefits to the fullest extent. Certainly, she wasn't engaging in all this on a whim.

  Her loyalty to the chief was unwavering, yet she wasn't content with merely serving as the manager of the Pleasure House.

  Currently, the number of tribe members was on the rise, and judging by the chief's disposition, it seemed likely that even more would join in the days to come. Thus, she, too, aspired to ascend the ranks within the tribe.

  She didn't want her sole contribution to be confined to providing services. A life like that would ultimately prove unstable.

  Moreover, she sincerely wished to relieve the chief of his burdens.

  After spending a long day outdoors, they finally completed the scavenging of all the spoils of war.

  In addition to those goblin combat machines, there were also two tracked vehicles, filled to the brim with goblin supplies and ammunition.

  Gorgin could only accept this "gift" from the Hot Sand Consortium with a sense of resignation.

  The gnolls could fit inside the tracked vehicles, but the issue was that they had no idea how to operate them. And as for the goblins' contraptions...

  The goblins were a race fixated on explosion and destruction, and their machines were all custom - built for their own use.

  For the same mining machine, perhaps even a different goblin might struggle to figure out how to drive it.

  Gorgin retained all the items that could be salvaged and consigned the remaining machines to the smelting furnace.

  In the end, they were all transformed into solid iron columns.

  The three - barreled machine gun had been removed from its mount, but unfortunately, the ammunition - feeding port was damaged.

  At times, Gorgin was truly perplexed. The technology tree in this world was truly extraordinary.

  On one hand, his tribe had remained in a state of stasis for hundreds of years, so impoverished that they didn't even possess proper clothing.

  On the other hand, the goblins, dwarves, and gnomes had developed airships and tanks.

  Semi - mechs such as the goblin mining machine and the goblin Gatling gun had also come into existence.

  It was simply astonishing.

  Gorgin was quite envious of the firepower of this three - barreled machine gun, and he was truly disappointed that it was broken.

  However, considering the ogres in his tribe, who adhered to their own brand of "it - works - as - I - think" mindset, Gorgin thought those simple - minded ogres could give it a try.

  "Nu! Get over here!"

  Gorgin hollered, gripping the three - barreled machine gun that had no bullets loaded.

  "Alright!!"

  Nu grunted and lumbered over, hoisting his massive bone hammer.

  "Give this a shot. It was taken from a goblin mecha. Its firepower is incredibly potent; it can even rival my mother's attacks."

  Gorgin proffered the machine gun.

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  This machine gun, designed to be mounted on a mecha, required even someone as brawny as Nu to hold it steadfastly with both hands.

  "Um, not bad. It has a bit of a menacing aura."

  "Pull that trigger... yep, that one, and it'll start firing. You must have witnessed its power during the previous battle, right? Just like that. Head outside and test it out."

  Gorgin informed Nu in a resolute tone that this weapon was serviceable.

  "A dudu？？？"

  Nu pouted, reluctantly setting aside his cherished big bone hammer, then picked up the three - barreled machine gun and trudged out of the tribe.

  Gorgin trailed behind, and Karin and the Dog Captain were equally intrigued.

  The Dog Captain was on the verge of blurting out that the thing was broken but was promptly silenced by a sharp look from Karin.

  It was evident that there were some mysterious forces at play within the tribe, and it was wiser to observe in silence.

  Nu mimicked the goblin's actions from before, aimed the barrels of the machine gun at the sandy expanse in the distance, and pulled the trigger.

  Zzz~~~ Bang bang bang bang~~~~

  The three - barreled machine gun whirled into action, spitting out flames, and the rate of fire increased steadily.

  The sandy ground in the distance was engulfed in a cloud of dust as the large - caliber bullets unleashed their formidable power.

  "This is truly mind - boggling...." Gorgin couldn't help but exclaim upon witnessing this spectacle.

  Sure enough, it was a diluted version of the "I - think - it - works" concept.

  Regardless of whether the item was actually functional or not, as long as the greenskins declared: "I think it's useful," then it was deemed useful.

  Karin and the Dog Captain stared in astonishment.

  There was no ammunition in that three - barreled machine gun, was there?... How were the bullets being discharged?

  The gnoll and the succubus exchanged glances, each seeing the bewilderment reflected in the other's eyes.

  Nu let out excited roars, clearly overjoyed with this weapon. He released the trigger and spun around to dash back to Gorgin's side.

  "Want... it!!"

  "Nu... want... it!!!"

  Gorgin mused that only these simple - witted ogres could make use of such a thing.

  He couldn't even enjoy it himself, even if he desired to... After all, it was broken, and he couldn't delude himself.

  Just as he was on the verge of consenting, he felt Karin gently tug at the tattered cloth around his waist.

  "Huh? Didn't we just finish with that at noon?"

  Gorgin looked down at Karin.

  "Chief, aren't we planning to trade with the dwarves?" Karin posed an ostensibly unrelated question.

  "Indeed, aren't all the goods already readied?"

  Gorgin was momentarily distracted and recalled the stack of iron columns outside the smelting furnace.

  "What do you intend to exchange with them for?"

  "Hmm... What I truly wish to obtain in exchange is their craftsmen, but they'll surely refuse. Even if they provided us with tools, we wouldn't know how to utilize them. How about having them forge ogre armor?"

  Gorgin was genuinely troubled.

  When it came to engaging in a trade suddenly, he was truly at a loss as to what he ought to request.

  Or rather, the tribe was in need of everything, and he desired it all.

  "Well... If you trust me, could I accompany you on this trading venture?" Karin ventured tentatively.

  "After all, you're the chief of the tribe. You can't be expected to handle every trivial matter yourself, can you?"

  "Wow!!!" Gorgin's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

  "Finally, someone in the tribe has shown such awareness?!!!"

  Gorgin had endured a difficult time, truly arduous.

  There were only two rational individuals in the tribe: himself and his mother. The rest were all like dim - witted oafs who spent their days either eating, sleeping, or engaging in battles.

  He could rely on them for nothing else. Otherwise, he and his mother wouldn't have had to partake in missions themselves on several occasions.

  If he could depend on these imbeciles in the tribe, why would he be in such a predicament?

  Who wouldn't prefer to lounge in the tribe, being pampered by the attendants of the Pleasure House?

  Who in their right mind would willingly expose themselves to the elements outside?

  Now, someone had finally volunteered?!!

  Gorgin was on the verge of tears for a moment. It was truly a relief.

  Damn it, wasn't his hard work all aimed at making his life more comfortable?

  "Um... It's alright if I don't go... I just realized that safeguarding your Pleasure House is of equal importance."

  The succubus hastily amended her statement upon noticing Gorgin's odd expression.

  "Absolutely not!!!"

  Gorgin exclaimed immediately: "You're going, and you'll be leading the expedition!

  It was a rare stroke of luck to have a reliable, intelligent, and unwaveringly loyal member volunteer to assist him in shouldering the load.

  How could Gorgin let this golden opportunity slip through his fingers?

  "With the exception of me and my mother, you have free rein to select the members!"

  "I'm entrusting this to you!" Gorgin was elated.

  He harbored no concerns whatsoever that the succubus might harbor ulterior motives.

  Even setting aside the conspicuous Branding of the Rock on her arm, consider that the ogres had always heeded only his commands.

  Even if he bestowed upon her the authority to command the ogres, with a single word from him, he could reduce her to nothing in an instant.

  This was Gorgin's source of confidence.