NOVEL WEB Chapter 48: Lunch
Moments had passed by while overlooking the construction droids doing their stuff, the harvester droids switching from gathering and to assistance from and to other droids, and the logistics droid moving back and forth, moving critical resources to its storage and moving those needed for production or building to where it was required of. Such an efficient chain of command.
Quagmire wondered what kind of civilization has developed these technologies? Was it his own technology that was developed in the future of his own world, or what kind of race of being has existed for so long for them to lead to the construction of such things?
Nevertheless, he pushed those things to the back of his mind, as thinking about those things did not really matter to him at that moment; it was more of food for thought. Unfortunately, food for thoughts is healthy as it keeps him thinking, but doing it too much might derail him from doing the things that are actually important to him.
Thus, with that, he packed up and moved into a more secluded location of the base, one that is under the shade of trees, a bit far away from the droids, but still in range of them, for him to be alerted in case of an ambush for him.
Upon arriving, he picked up a few pieces of wood, a few small pieces of branches, and one log that was large enough but not long enough to be too heavy and problematic for him.
He placed the log behind the tree and neatly arranged the branches before him. After arranging it, he brought out his canteen, utensils, and other needed products, such as a napkin and water. He grabbed a flint from his inventory and brought out a firestarter. As he intended to start a fire, he made way and neatly arranged a few dozen dried leaves at the center.
There he flicked the flint and firestarter as if trying to sharpen a sword, and with enough flicks and sparks that have come out, the dried leaves reached enough of a hot temperature that when a spark landed on it, a fire came out and with it, smoke soon followed.
Not intending for the fire to be put out as soon as it started, he brought his hands and formed a dome-like shape in the fire kindling, and when the fire reached a strong enough temperature and expanded and grew stronger and bigger, Quagmire stopped covering it and let it run its course.
After the fire got hot and strong enough, he placed his cooking pan over the fire and poured over some oil; the oil he was using was part of the ones that were summoned.
Sooner than later, he would need to find an alternative source of oil, as the system summoned that he could only use it. This is why once he starts the cloning facility, he needs to have good amenities for his children and eventually soldiers so that morale is good enough or high.
Being able to enjoy the same luxury as their own parents or commanders does wonders for kids and soldiers. It keeps them happy and satisfied, something that prevents mutinies.
After pouring the oil, he hovered his hand at the top of the pan, trying to feel if the oil was hot enough, and when he felt that it was hot enough, he summoned a giant slice of meat to his hand and placed it over the pan. The meat was sizzling with it. As it cooked, he put various spices and salt on it.
How was he able to find those? Well, you'd be in a great position if you had a harvester who could identify and harvest plant matter in a foreign world. With that, he has solved an impending crisis for the tongue and for the health
Not only had he solved it, but it would also be a great product for trading; after all, the entire world of myriad races is stuck in a few locations, and they are pretty densely populated, which means there would always be a war for resources there. Which is a good place for trading.
The meat was being burnt up nicely, so he tossed it from side to side, in equal timing, and would sometimes sear the side of equal length. The aroma was so pleasing that he was salivating on it already. However, he must wait, as getting sick in a foreign world with their disease is not really a good thing.
Even if he was immune to the world's virus, that does not mean he would be immune to other diseases and viruses, which is why he cannot act recklessly or anything.
Once the meat was done cooking, he immediately pummeled it and ate it voraciously, to the point that one could compare a ghoul and Quagmire when eating. Well, considering he was not eating that much for the past few days, as he was always on the move, it made sense for him to do that when he finally felt a sense of safety and relief.
The meat could be compared to the beef of his world; in fact, it does taste like beef, and it looks like beef, but the animal does not look like a cow. Nevertheless, it acts and tastes the same thing, so he might as well call it beef, and the animal came from a cow, which would make things easier to identify stuff.
He would need to build a lot of agricultural facilities, including pens that would hold livestock and mass produce them, if he were to support a large population, though that thing would be a problem for the future and not now. In the meantime, they could rely on the soil and vegetables for basic nutrients, but they cannot put off meat for a long time, as it is a vital nutrient for consumption, especially in an army like his. That would require a significant amount of muscle mass and large calories.