Is There Any More? I'm Hungry

His long hair streamed wildly, a piece of animal hide wrapped around his waist. With a wooden club in his left hand and a Stone Knife in his right, he spotted an old cat ahead. He threw the wooden club, then the Stone Knife, smashing the old cat until blood sprayed everywhere.

A bleak autumn wind swept past. Sitting at the mouth of the cave, Luo Chong watched the primitive man hunting before him and felt only a deep, aching sorrow. Don't ask why he was sad. If you were still bare-assed in autumn, you'd be sad too. It was freezing, and the wind was blowing so hard.

"Fuck, this is ridiculously poor. After finally getting a chance to reincarnate like the protagonist of a novel, I actually ended up in the primitive era, without even a complete set of clothes. Could this be what they call being unbelievably lucky only to suffer extreme misfortune? Has all the good luck from my previous life finally run out?"

Luo Chong roared inwardly, but he was powerless to change the facts before him. Looking at the soles of his feet, covered in calluses, and his fingernails packed with grime, he could only tragically resign himself to reality. He had really arrived in a strange primitive era—and had even become a "little primitive child who had already been poisoned to death."

Luo Chong sat bare-assed on the basalt at the cave entrance, holding a Stone Knife half the size of his palm. Well, actually, it was just a shard of stone he had smashed off moments ago. He studied how to deal with the two bloody holes on his ankle where a venomous snake had bitten him—the culprit responsible for his transmigration.

Several pregnant women wrapped in animal hides stared at him strangely. Then they watched this unlucky child begin mutilating himself. He actually used the stone shard to cut open the wound where the snake had bitten him, and black venomous blood slowly flowed out. Yet Luo Chong felt no pain at all.

"Fuck, it doesn't even hurt anymore. Is this leg about to be useless? I didn't just transmigrate only to die again, did I?" Luo Chong hurriedly grabbed that leg and rubbed it furiously. After finding that he couldn't squeeze out much more venomous blood, he began sucking at the wound with his mouth. Several equally naked little companions stared at him, dumbfounded. Had he gone insane before dying?

Luo Chong ignored them. In any case, they couldn't understand his Mandarin, and they couldn't help him either.

Limping on one leg, he walked back into the cave. He pulled a glowing branch from the Fire Pit and viciously jabbed the burning charcoal into his wound.

"Hiss—aaah!"

After a howl of agony, Luo Chong collapsed onto the ground, utterly drained. He muttered prayers that he would recover. "Instructor, this is the first time I've ever been bitten by a venomous snake. You said high temperatures could kill snake-venom proteins, so it has to work. Otherwise, this little life of mine is done for."

Luo Chong lay there stark naked, his eyes unfocused as he reminisced about his days as a soldier.

In his previous life, Luo Chong had come from a martial-arts family and learned martial arts as a child. He had also attended a military university, making him something of an elite in the army.

He was proficient in wilderness survival, assassination, demolition, and every kind of light and heavy weapon. His mission success rate had been rock-solid too. But after taking on that mission the previous week, it was as if he had stepped in dog shit—his unlucky streak had begun in earnest.

The mission location was a desert in northern Africa. He had gone to hunt down a spy. The mission had been completed, but on the way back, he had run into a massive sandstorm and accidentally fallen into a Sand Pit. He had never climbed out.

Beneath the Sand Pit was a natural cavern. It stretched deep into the earth but had no exit. Luo Chong had walked into the depths of the cavern full of hope, wishing he could see the sun again.

In that cavern, there was no signal, no light, no food, and no water. Luo Chong had survived for five days on the yellow liquid his body produced. The cavern grew hotter and hotter, while his hope dwindled. Just when Luo Chong felt he could hold on no longer, a bright beam of light in the cavern gave him the strength to keep going.

But when he reached the source of the light, Luo Chong was completely dumbfounded. The hope that had just risen instantly turned into despair. There was no exit at the source of the light. It was clearly a pool of churning, boiling magma.

He had actually wandered so deep underground without realizing it.

Luo Chong's face was filled with despair. He no longer thought about returning to the surface. Even if he knew where the exit was now, he no longer had the strength to make it out. In his current condition, even if he retraced his path, it would be impossible.

"Heh." Looking around at his surroundings, Luo Chong gave a mocking laugh. "This is fate. Even Heaven prepared a tomb for me."

Still, it wasn't so bad. Even if he died, he would have a place to lie. At least he wouldn't be dying without a burial place.

Luo Chong consoled himself that way as he leaned against the rock wall and sat down, closing his eyes.

The acid in his stomach churned endlessly, as if digesting his own body. His hungry intestines cursed without pause. Gradually slipping into semi-consciousness, Luo Chong was still tormented by hunger. Even though he wanted to sleep forever, he couldn't fall asleep.

In a fit of anger, Luo Chong cursed inwardly: Africa really isn't a good place. Even without becoming a chieftain, I still run into bad luck. This time, I've been unlucky all the way to my grandmother's house.

He had originally thought this was how it would end, but he never expected that when Luo Chong opened his eyes again, he would arrive in this damned place.

In a place surrounded by wild grass and shrubs, a group of bare-chested primitives wearing only animal hides around their waists carried him back to the cave. The two bloody holes on his ankle were still oozing black blood, and a huge snake with its head smashed to pieces was wrapped around his leg.

The tribespeople had assumed that this child bitten by a snake certainly wouldn't survive. Yet after a series of treatments involving draining blood and burning the wound—treatments that could only be described as self-mutilation—he stood up again the next day.

At dawn the next day, after enduring a night of life-and-death torment, Luo Chong climbed to his feet like a cockroach that refused to die. He took a goose-egg-sized, dry and chewy piece of unknown meat from a woman and wolfed it down.

Luo Chong didn't care what it was. He only knew that dying of hunger in his previous life had been too horrible. The fear of hunger had left a deep mark on his mind. Ever since he had enlisted, he had imagined countless ways he might die, but starving to death had never been one of them. So now, as long as something wouldn't kill him, he dared to stuff it into his mouth.

When the woman saw that Luo Chong could eat again, she smiled and called out something incomprehensible to several other women. They took animal hides and went outside.

But then someone couldn't sit still. Luo Chong had just hurriedly stuffed the roasted meat into his mouth when he stopped the woman. Gesturing anxiously, he said, "Food. Is there any more? I'm hungry."

As if! Although this new body of his was only about ten years old, it was still at the age when he was growing. On top of that, Luo Chong had just experienced the tragedy of starving to death. Now he wished he could keep his stomach constantly on the verge of bursting.

People often compared those who ate quickly and in great quantities to starving ghosts reincarnated. To see what a true starving ghost reincarnated looked like, one only had to look at Luo Chong.

This tiny piece of meat was nowhere near enough to satisfy his stomach—or, rather, his desire to eat himself to bursting.

But of course, the woman's answer was no.

In this tiny tribe of just over fifty people, the amount of food available each day was limited. Moreover, it was currently the season for storing food before winter. Forget letting a child eat more—she was lucky they hadn't reduced his portion.

Even this goose-egg-sized piece of roasted meat had only been given to him because he was injured. The other children didn't receive such treatment.

Half-full, Luo Chong sat helplessly at the cave entrance, passively absorbing the memories of another person in his head while considering his miserable situation.

Returning through transmigration was impossible. Luo Chong himself wanted to go back, but if he returned to that magma cavern, he might as well remain here as a primitive. At least he would still be alive in another way.

But surviving here would be no easier.

According to the memories of the original owner of this body, winter here was very long. Humans spent the entire winter hibernating in caves. Their stored food had to be carefully rationed, and during the hardest times, they ate only one meal every two days.

Naturally, such a way of eating couldn't fill anyone's stomach. It could only keep them from dying. Moreover, according to the tribe's customs, food was given first to adult men, then adult women, then children like him, and finally the elderly and the sick or disabled.

But in such a harsh environment, where would the elderly and sick or disabled come from? Those who fell ill or were injured usually died on the spot. So when food truly ran short in winter, he would be among the first to be abandoned. Every year, it was perfectly normal for several people in the tribe to freeze or starve to death.

Thinking of this, Luo Chong didn't dare keep sitting around. Autumn had already arrived, and the weather grew colder by the day. The adult primitives were all busy gathering fruit, hunting animals, and storing food for winter. As a newcomer, Luo Chong naturally couldn't remain idle.

Therefore, starving was not an option. He would never willingly enter the ranks of those abandoned first.

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