She traveled through time and became a dwarf girl, 1.4 Meters tall, with red hair and soot on the tip of her nose.
The appearance is okay, but the situation is terrible: all the tribe is female, the population is getting smaller and smaller, foreign tribes are eyeing them, and the tribe is about to be unable to survive.
The original owner Clara lives in my head, wailing at least three times a day: "We are going to die!"
"It's over? That's because you didn't meet me."
They believe in the "soul of iron" and rely on telepathy to forge iron.
I don't believe that. In my previous life, I had a doctorate in mechanics and only believed in physical formulas.
They quenched it with well water, and the anvil cracked for thirty years.
I brought a basin of salt water, and there was a "bah" sound - the whole family was quiet.
The high priest looked at me for the first time: "Who are you?"
"A man who has read."
Later, the whole continent laughed: "The dwarves are just a group of blacksmiths."
Until I activated the Steam Colossus and opened the ledger: "I want half of the ore in the entire continent."
After dressing up as a dwarf girl, I transformed the tribe into a powerful nation.
