Legendary Shelter Survival Guide

"Now what do I do with you all?" Lucas talked to himself inside the storage room. All the shelves were filled with random things.

But the most significant of them was the meat, both cooked and uncooked.

Many first squeezed the uncooked meat dry of any blood and stored the blood inside the buckets that seemed to be ordered again and again from John's cousin.

In a way. John's cousin was getting a lot of meat from Lcuas's group and it seemed to go that way for the time being.

Lucas had come to the storage for a certain kind of item that he had no idea of how to use. They were the claws, teeth, tongues, and all the random crap.

'It's really weird, normally I just look at the plants and I know the use but not for these knuckleheads... Ugh... It's frustrating!' Lucas exclaimed in his mind.

Having all the information about herbs, plants, and trees in a forest filled with buttloads of those seemed normal now.

It felt natural to know everything about an ingredient. But it was not the case with anything related to Fauna and it made Lucas feel a bit annoyed.

He had a long tooth in his hand, that seemed to be a big canine. It was yellowish with shades of white making him sure that it had been in existence for a while.

Animals had no way of taking care of their hygiene nor did they have a need to. All the teeth or fangs inside the storage were yellowish and some even had some plaque on them making Lucas finally see that the dissection skill of the shelter was not really omnipotent.

It was better and made work easy but it couldn't be called a heaven-defying skill. Even the shelter generation was pretty good and Lucas knew that he should appreciate having it more but it was still pretty normal.

Since the start, there had been no need for the barrier skill and the passive landlord till now.

While one gave him extra buff and defense for the whole shelter, the other was a passive skill that gave him the ability to actually own land in his name. It seemed useless but he was sure that it was the way for the system to properly register that the land and territory was completely his.

Lucas only sighed and came out of his thoughts that he seemed to fall in deep all the time.

He took five fangs of a creature of the same type with him and returned to his makeshift workshop.

It was the firepit with the ventilation and some tweakings here and there.

For example- Lucas had made some big branches erect at four places making a square and inside it was the pit of fire.

He also used the fiber ropes to connect big leaves between the square making a wall so that no one could really disturb him while staring and gasping while he took care of the process. he took measures as things were starting to get like that.

Even if the shelter had become big, bigger than a typical detached house that could be found in Canada. It still had to be used to accommodate 11 inhabitants that were all scattered making the big place seem small too.

'It would have been good if the shelter's territory could have increased from the outside rather than the inside.'

He went to the only equipment he had other than the cauldron, the mortar and pestle.

He placed one tooth inside the mortar and started trying to smash it with his pestle. It took time and it was not like the dried leaves that could break into a powder with some effort.

As Lucas worked on crushing the tooth in the mortar and pestle, he realized that it was much tougher than he had anticipated. The tooth resisted his attempts to break it down into a fine powder, but he remained calm and serious.

He continued to grind it with increasing force, using all his strength to overcome the toughness of the tooth.

After several minutes of intense effort, the tooth finally started to give way. Cracks appeared on its surface, indicating that progress was being made.

Lucas adjusted his grip on the pestle and focused on targeting the weaker areas. With a final powerful strike, the tooth shattered into smaller fragments, some of them breaking into the desired powder.

Lucas carefully collected the resulting powder, inspecting it with curiosity. It had a gritty texture and a pale yellow color.

While it wasn't a fine powder, it was still significant enough. Lucas knew he could refine the process further with practice and experimentation.

Excited by his progress, Lucas decided to move on to the next tooth. With the knowledge he gained from grinding the first tooth, he adjusted his technique.

He applied more force right from the start, honing his skills and adapting to the unique properties of the teeth.

Gradually, he developed a rhythm, alternating between gentle grinding and strong strikes until the tooth yielded to his efforts.

Lucas repeated the process with the remaining teeth, growing more proficient with each one. He began to understand the nuances of different types of teeth—their hardness, density, and brittleness. He learned how to adjust his approach accordingly, modifying his technique to achieve the desired results.

The pestle was not at all durable, it didn't even have a system telling Lucas what the durability actually was which made the possibility for Barney to fix it up for him less possible.

He went on and on until he could see that most of it was a powder, there were big chunks but he removed them from the rough yellow-whitish powder.

Lucas didn't waste the big chunks and placed them inside a cup he brought from the storage.

It was now permanent equipment of the workstation as he made John's cousin work for the shelter and getting more cups was easy and cheap.