Editing Godhorn Tech:Volume2 Chapter4 (section)

===Meanwhile at Horn Fortress 3===

The island was starting to feel a lot more civilized.

That was largely thanks to Garret Goldcave, a dwarf and expert craftsman.

The old man may have had a better example of femininity than Curse Cleaner Sophia Calamity-Jinx or Martial Artist Victia Magnumfist, who had been lying around naked since the island was deserted. At the very least, he was wearing clothes.

A few buildings and manufacturing facilities were taking form on the empty island.

It was crudely made, but having a furnace meant a lot. It could refine ordinary dirt and sand into bricks and glass.

“Hmph,” snorted Garret, sounding annoyed. “I still have a lot to do before I’m ready to work with metal.”

He had found some sulfur and niter on the island, but it would be a while before he could create alchemy gunpowder. Iron came first. But finding items from several steps ahead in the process made his current level of skill and equipment feel all the more inadequate.

On this desert island, he had to figure everything out on his own. Iron ore would be hard to come by, but he could at least separate the iron sand out from the beach’s sand. Still, he had to go through a few other steps before he could create blades and hammers out of that iron sand.

Sophia viewed the buildings with delight.

“Good, maybe we can finally be of some use. Instead of just sending them sexy swimsuits, sexy swimsuits, and more sexy swimsuits.”

“Ha ha ha! But I have a feeling Miyabi would love a world of nothing but sexy swimsuits!”

“Eh? Miyabi likes to wear them? I never would have guessed he was into that!”

Victia made no attempt to correct Sophia’s mistaken interpretation. Idiots came in many forms, but the kind that failed to explain themselves properly tended to spread confusion.

Meanwhile, two new rookies had just arrived.

“Fshoo shoo shoo!! This supposedly desert island is littered with wreckage. Someone may have lived here before. Only one way to find out: grab my shovel and dig, dig, dig☆”

“Y-yikes!”

The octopus mask and giant armor were both shouting about something or other.

The island may have been cursed to never see any traditional femininity.