Kane looked at the young men standing in the front row.

There were a total of eighty-something barbarians in this clan as of now, which was not shabby at all.

Twenty of them were women, so if they wanted to increase their own bloodline, they could handle the breeding themselves.

But the attacking power of this clan was a serious concern.

They held chipped spears and rusted swords, but their eyes were burning with an ambitious fire.

"We are heading toward the elven borders," Kane said, his voice carrying over the crackling fire.

"But it will take us at least a month on foot. They have fat merchants, rich supply wagons, and women you would not see in this lifetime. They sit behind their magic walls and think we are nothing but starving animals."

An angry rumble started in the back of the crowd.

"Then let us show them what real barbarians are made of! We will burn their wagons, take their gold, claim their women, and carve our names into their history with blood and steel! Glory, wealth, and power await those who dare to follow me. Who among you is ready to stop surviving and start conquering?"

The warriors roared in approval as that sound shook the dry leaves on the nearby trees. It was a chaotic noise.

Kane nodded in satisfaction and pointed at Brak.

"Brak."

"You are my second in command now. Split the men into three groups. The fastest runners are scouts. The strongest men are the vanguard. The rest will guard the supplies and the women in the rear."

Brak puffed out his chest with pride. "Yes, Chief. Right away."

"Start basic combat drills immediately," Kane ordered, stepping down from the stump.

"I want everyone swinging their weapons until their arms fall off. If anyone slows down our march, I will leave them behind for the wolves."

The camp erupted into organized chaos. Kane watched them scramble to follow his new rules.

He was basically managing a small army of low-level NPCs, but he was going to turn them into the most feared raiding party on the continent. He smiled and started walking toward the edge of the camp.

The game was finally starting, and he already had the best hand at the table.

But there was something else that needed his attention.

’My level as of this moment is pathetic,’ Kane thought, crossing his arms.

He completed this game through relentless work back in his bedroom, relying on spamming the same attack move and using ultimate skills to one-hit the bosses.

That is why, despite him clearing the game, his base stats were absolute garbage at level twenty-three.

He skipped the tedious grind. Now he had to live with the consequences of a speedrun build.

’System,’ he called out in his mind.

[Host?]

’How can I use my old coins to purchase anything right now?’ Kane asked, hoping his digital wallet carried over just like his titles did.

A blue window popped up in front of his face. The text was neatly arranged into clear categories.

[Bloodfang Marketplace]

Current Gold Coins: 1847

[Tier 1: Basic Equipment for Warriors]

Iron Battleaxe: 45 Gold

Steel Longsword: 80 Gold

Reinforced Spear: 35 Gold

Spiked War Club: 25 Gold

Black Iron Cleaver: 95 Gold

Hunter Short Bow and 30 Arrows: 60 Gold

Twin Iron Axes: 110 Gold

Crude Iron Dagger: 15 Gold

[Tier 1: Armor and Shields]

Leather Armor Set: 70 Gold

Iron Chest Plate: 120 Gold

Reinforced Wooden Shield: 40 Gold

Fur-Lined Pauldrons: 55 Gold

Barbarian Leather Harness: 85 Gold

[Tier 2: Elite Equipment for Lieutenants]

Fine Steel Battleaxe: 280 Gold

Raging Flame Sword: 450 Gold

Iron Warhammer: 320 Gold

Poisoned Dagger Set: 200 Gold

Chainmail Vest: 380 Gold

Bloodfang Battle Armor: 650 Gold

Iron Tower Shield: 290 Gold

[Tier 3: Special and Valuable Items]

Skill Book, Intermediate Berserker Rage: 900 Gold

Skill Book, Basic War Cry: 750 Gold

Enchanted Steel Axe: 1200 Gold

Minor Healing Potion pack of 5: 150 Gold

Warrior Strength Elixir: 400 Gold

[Shop Note: Items can be purchased and distributed to your warriors to strengthen the Bloodfang Clan. Higher-tier items will be unlocked as your reputation and territory grow.]

[Current Army Size: 80 Warriors. Suggested Purchases: Equip 30 warriors with basic Iron weapons.]

[Estimated cost: 1350 Gold.]

Kane let out a low whistle.

The system shop was highly convenient and organized as an in-game merchant. His game stash transferred without a single missing coin.

Almost two thousand gold coins made him a very rich man in this starting zone. He could buy an enchanted axe for himself, but his personal damage output was not the problem right now.

’My men need to survive the march,’ Kane reasoned, looking back at the training grounds.

Brak was currently yelling at two young men holding splintered sticks. They could not raid a merchant caravan with twigs and rusty butter knives.

Kane swiped his finger across the blue interface and started adding items to his virtual cart.

’Give me thirty Iron Battleaxes,’ Kane ordered the system.

’And throw in ten Reinforced Spears for the guys who look too skinny to swing an axe.’

[Transaction Complete. 1700 Gold Coins Deducted.]

[Remaining Balance: 147 Gold Coins.]

A flash of light illuminated the ground clearing right next to Kane.

The sudden glow caught the attention of every single barbarian in the camp. They stopped swinging their chipped weapons and turned to stare.

When the light faded, a large pile of iron weapons sat on the grass.

The battleaxes had polished handles and sharp edges. The spears ended in wicked iron tips that caught the morning sun.

"Brak," Kane yelled, waving the shocked guard over.

"Get over here and bring the vanguard."

Brak ran across the camp. His jaw practically hit the dirt when he saw the gleaming pile of steel and iron.

The rest of the warriors followed right behind him, their eyes wide with reverence.

They had never seen so many high-quality weapons in one place.

"Chief," Brak stuttered, reaching out a trembling hand to touch a spear shaft.

"Is this magic? Did you steal this from the gods?"

"I am your god now, Brak," Kane said, patting the man on the shoulder.

"I told you I would bring you wealth and glory. This is just a small taste of what happens when you follow me. Have the strongest thirty men take the axes. Give the spears to the flankers. Throw those rusted swords into the river."

Kane picked up one of the iron battleaxes before Brak could grab it.

He tested the weight in his hands. It felt balanced and lethal. Back in the game, an iron axe increased base physical damage by forty points.

That was a huge jump for ordinary men who usually died in two hits.

"Listen closely," Kane said, tossing the axe to a large warrior with a scarred chest.

"These weapons are not for show. I want to see you practicing your downward swings until your palms bleed. The elven guards wear silver chainmail. A rusty sword will just bounce right off their armor. But an iron axe will crush their ribs even if you miss the soft spots."

Brak nodded fiercely, gripping his new spear.

"We will not fail you, Chief Kane. We will bleed them dry."

"Good," Kane replied, crossing his arms.

"Now get back to training."

His remaining balance of one hundred and forty-seven gold coins meant he was practically broke again, but he considered it an excellent investment

He turned and walked toward the edge of the camp. After a moment, he called out, "Brak, I’m heading into the deeper woods alone for a few hours. Keep the men drilling hard. If I’m not back by nightfall, don’t send anyone after me."

Brak looked concerned but nodded. "Understood, Chief."

It was time to do some proper solo grinding.