Chapter 47: Seller’s Show

Motivated by Adam’s speech, the first to actively inquire about becoming soldiers were a group of young adults who had just come of age. Their common trait was their closeness to the old Tree Person, feeling a simple anger towards the gods and other major city-states from a young age.

In another era, under a different civilization and leader, their fate would likely be that of victims who only understand the true meaning of war at the point of death, stirred up by incitement.

But clearly, Adam is not and does not wish to engage in such actions.

Before starting the recruitment, he gathered several hundred young volunteers and Edenite craftsmen in a circle outside the city, with himself and those who had just assembled their standard armament at the center, despite it being slightly loose, they still managed to overcome it.

“I really don’t get what he’s selling.”

Jeanne d’Arc · Alter stood with her arms crossed, her side was taken by Drake, who continued to drink while sitting on the ground, and Leonardo da Vinci, who had brought out a folding stool.

“Ha, this time I’m as curious as the French chick. Genius girl, care to explain?”

“Um, even a genius doesn’t know everything from birth. The system Mr. Adam created is a completely new field for me… But, based on the audience and choosing Jacob to speculate, he probably wants to start with a ‘show’.”

As Leonardo spoke, Jacob, who had finished warming up and calmed his mind, stared at Adam, who seemed relaxed in front of him.

Adam had previously informed him what he was about to do.

First, the Triceratops-inspired martial arts—

Adam’s figure vanished instantly, carrying a violent windstorm as he opened his arms, ready to deliver a powerful punch. Jacob, prepared, raised his shield embedded with three bronze spikes, unflinchingly meeting the charge head-on.

Everyone held their breath, so no one missed the change that occurred next: the ground under Jacob cracked as if under immense pressure, but in turn, he seemed to transform into a giant Triceratops, even the skin texture visible. Adam, uplifted by the dinosaur’s phantom image, was tossed into the air.

“The boss used to be a ‘director’, right? Like a troupe leader. Didn’t expect him to act this realistically when taking the stage himself.”

Drake marveled, clearly recognizing Adam was holding back, or rather, “holding back oceans.” Under serious circumstances, lifting Adam would require the strength to lift the earth beneath him.

“But what’s the point of declaring it just a performance show?”

Jeanne d’Arc · Alter’s concern and dissatisfaction stemmed from not wanting Adam to be underestimated by those “uninitiated.”

“The answer is to leave an impression, Miss Jeanne. A good drama does just that, leaving a deep impression in people’s minds even when they know it’s fake… But as the captain wondered, Mr. Adam is indeed impressive.”

Leonardo squinted and raised her finger, then lowered it, as if making some measurement.

Compared to the other two, her deep understanding of physics and art allowed her to notice the details in Adam’s actions more.

The guy even calculated the height and angle of being tossed, achieving a visual effect without appearing exaggerated.

Undoubtedly, Adam is a genius director.

Now was his time to excel in what he does best.

Everything developed exactly as scripted.

Jacob took the opportunity when Adam was still in mid-air to swing the scythe in his other hand, its trajectory causing the phantom Triceratops to suddenly stand and grow a terrifying claw, then sliced through the air towards Adam, who was “defenseless.”

Blood splattered.

Of course, this was also controlled.

The wound and the gushing blood were precisely on the edge between stimulating and gory, ensuring the audience’s emotions or impressions leaned positive.

Upon landing, Adam forcefully stomped down, and Jacob, knowing the steps in advance, retreated appropriately, allowing Adam’s strike to leave a deep crater in the ground.

The finale.

Adam smoothly retracted his stomping leg and immediately kicked towards Jacob again in the same posture.

This time, Jacob adopted a stance to absorb the impact, the Triceratops posture, and with Adam’s performance, the display of power made the kick land on him, causing only a slight imbalance.

“You did well, but I’ll need your help next.”

“I understand, Progenitor.”

After a brief and quiet exchange, Adam asked Jacob to remove the equipment. While the applause around them continued, he casually pointed to a somewhat shorter volunteer in the crowd.

“That young man there, yes, you. What’s your name?”

“Na-na-Naram.”

“Don’t be nervous. Come on, Naram, wear this set of equipment.”

Under Adam’s gentle guidance, the visibly bewildered young Naram hesitantly took the armor, shield, and scythe, awkwardly donning them.

“Well done, it’s not too difficult, right? Next, you’ll have a match with Jacob. Don’t worry, he won’t use his full strength.”

The director patted Naram, often seen as frail by his friends, and moved him in front of Jacob, who was unarmed.

After a signal, Jacob launched an attack on the panicking, eyes-closed Naram.

“Gaia, hear my voice. As the Progenitor, I intervene in the Edenites’ projection upon you, according to the zeitgeist of ten Edenites and a hundred Sumerians, adding the following rule—”

Influencing a community as an individual, something only Adam, as the creator of this technique and akin to the Edenites’ collective consciousness, could achieve.

All the performance was to stabilize and solidify the rule.

This method’s drawback is that the rule gradually fades once Adam is absent (like passing a turn), but it can be addressed by inverting causality — establishing the rule before mass recognition.

The moment Adam completed, the entire set of dinosaur-inspired armor seemed to come alive, infusing Naram with strength, resulting in the “weak” young man, largely brought by friends, making an exceptionally adept evasion and countering by pushing Jacob back with the shield to maintain distance.

“My body… moved on its own… Is it because of this equipment… Amazing… With this, even I can do it!”

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