Chapter 53: It’s Better to Teach Fishing Than to Give Fish

At that moment, Naram felt as if his brain, which had rusted over, suddenly began to work again.

He started to ponder the situation before him.

At first, he thought everyone was given a cup of water to dilute the magic potion because the materials were precious, but it turned out that even diluting a single drop in a whole cup would still leave such a strong taste.

The young man born in Larlag had never encountered something so foul-smelling in his life, let alone considered drinking it.

But.

Naram, oh Naram, are you going to back down just like that? Hadn’t you decided in your heart, no matter what difficulties you face, you would never give up and become a new version of yourself?

It’s just a small cup of magic potion, watch me drink it down in one gulp.

The courage that burst forth from the young man was astonishing; he didn’t even pinch his nose, just widened his eyes, tilted his head back, and drank the color-changed liquid in the cup dry.

The spiciness that went straight to the sinuses, the astringent saltiness that made one want to drink rivers, and the bitter coolness that spread from the throat to the stomach.

“…It seems not bad?”

Naram, who was prepared to avoid making a fool of himself in front of Adam, found that the extreme sensations only lasted for a few blinks of an eye. Then, the soreness and heaviness in his body disappeared without a trace, as if he had woken up refreshed from a beautiful dream on a clear and beautiful morning.

Even the strong contrast made him somewhat want to experience it again.

“After all, I’m not some devil who deliberately tortures people.”

Adam patted Naram’s shoulder.

“I’m giving you a task, from now on you’ll distribute the magic potion to the others.”
“Ah, okay. That… Although it’s not my place to ask, do you have any other arrangements next?”

Adam raised his eyebrows.

It seems the magic potion just concocted temporarily puts the drinker in a mildly euphoric state; otherwise, given Naram’s previous demeanor, he wouldn’t dare to inquire like this.

But he’s not someone who puts on airs.

After all, he’d rather consider himself a director than a leader or progenitor.

“Since you all can accept the current formula for the magic potion, there’s no need for further adjustments, meaning the materials needed have been decided. Whether for training or combat, this potion will have many uses, so I need to ensure the farms produce enough.”

“El Neim could completely solve the problem.”

Jeanne d’Arc Alter joined the conversation, her aura undoubtedly more oppressive, so when she spoke, the euphoric effect on Naram instantly vanished, and nervousness and fear were awakened again.

To anyone outside of Adam and the Eden people, she seemed like a dangerous witch carrying cold murderous intent.

Especially at close range.

But perhaps due to a kind of pride or the so-called “curiosity killed the cat,” Naram, equally curious about how Adam would respond, toughed it out and stayed.

He’s someone who could achieve great things.

Observing Naram’s reaction, Adam evaluated him.

“In my homeland, there’s a saying, ‘It’s better to teach fishing than to give fish.’ If we truly see other civilizations as brothers, then we shouldn’t be condescendingly granting favors but should teach them to catch up, so they can survive even without Eden people (the elder brother).”

Directly giving outcomes and making the process a mystery is precisely what their opposing deities do.

Presumably, on the other side of Mesopotamia now, the Uruk people stirred up by so-called fate cannot understand the power they’ve received or how their logistics were replenished. They simply attribute it to miracles and execute the will of the gods like monkeys pressing buttons.

The battle will be a debate between two ways of viewing the world, and the victor will lead the era to come. But it’s not just about winning; it’s more important to prove their method while winning.

Eden people could indeed fully support Larak city with all the resources needed for war without cost, but that would make them no different from the gods, merely treating the Sumerian people as pawns and proxies.

“So, that’s why you specifically included bronze structures in the design of the simulated dinosaur armaments, which, from the results, seem actually unnecessary.”

Jeanne d’Arc Alter had been somewhat puzzled before.

Since Adam directly intervened and provided the manufacturing template, with his level of proficiency in the grand arts, he could have adjusted a species that grows into complete equipment in one step. But he didn’t do that, instead, he made it seem like taking a detour by setting up metal parts that Sumerians had to smelt and leaving the final assembly to Sumerian grand art apprentices under Eden people’s guidance.

The purpose was to ensure Sumerians could play a role in the process, accepting help in a cooperative manner.

“Shush, someone is listening.”

Adam jokingly placed his right index finger on his lips.

Their gazes suddenly turned to Naram, who, realizing late, nearly dropped his cup in fright.

“I, I, I swear, I won’t talk!”

“Words are wind, who knows what you’ll do when you turn around.”

Saying this, Jeanne d’Arc Alter’s hand lit up with a flame.

Although Naram was utterly confused and afraid, he didn’t scream or choose to run away.

Even as the flame nearly burned his skin, it suddenly extinguished.

“Hmph, at least you’re somewhat sensible. Go on, do what you should do, and don’t do what you shouldn’t.”

Jeanne d’Arc Alter waved her hand, sending the young Sumerian man scurrying away.

When she turned around, she saw Adam with a teasing expression.

“You’ve learned to joke and scare people, huh?”

“…Not at all. I really was going to kill him if he showed the slightest hesitation.”

“It’s been so long, and even without additional information, I understand you well enough. If you really meant it, your expression and reaction wouldn’t have been like just now.”

“You’re so annoying! Always leaving me to do all sorts of things.”

Adam was not someone to be easily fooled; if he appeared so, it was mostly because he was finding a way to get by.

But, well.

He indeed still cared about Jeanne d’Arc Alter’s feelings.

He had long thought about how to respond to her complaints.

“Next, I’ll try to be with you as much as possible. So, Miss Jeanne, may I invite you to accompany me to the fields of Larlag city for an on-site inspection?”

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