Anything else, I'm hungry

His long hair flowed wildly, a piece of animal hide wrapped around his waist. He held a wooden stick in his left hand and a Stone Knife in his right. Seeing an old cat ahead, he threw the stick, then the Stone Knife, hitting the old cat and sending blood flying.

A bleak autumn wind blew. Luo Chong sat at the mouth of the cave, watching the scene of the primitive men hunting before him. He felt a profound sadness. Don't ask why he was sad; if you were naked in autumn, you'd be sad too. It was just too cold, and the wind was so strong.

"Damn, I'm really poor. I finally got to be reborn like a novel protagonist, but it's in the primitive era, not even giving me a change of clothes. Is this the legendary peak of luck leading to misfortune? Was all my good luck from my previous life used up?"

Luo Chong roared in his heart, yet he was powerless to change the reality before him. Looking at his calloused soles and dirt-filled fingernails, he could only tragically accept his fate. He had indeed arrived in a strange primitive era, and he had even become a young primitive man who had 'already been poisoned to death.'

Sitting naked on the basalt at the cave entrance, Luo Chong held a Stone Knife the size of half a palm. Well, it was actually just a stone shard he had just smashed. He was figuring out how to deal with the culprit that caused his transmigration – the two bloody holes from a snake bite on his ankle.

Several pregnant women wrapped in animal hides nearby stared at him strangely. Then they saw this unlucky child start to hurt himself. He actually used the stone shard to cut open the snake bite wound. Black poisonous blood slowly flowed out, but Luo Chong didn't feel much pain.

"Holy shit, it doesn't even hurt anymore. This is going to be useless. I'm not going to die right after transmigrating, am I?" Luo Chong quickly grabbed that leg and squeezed it frantically. After feeling not much poisonous blood could be squeezed out, he started sucking it with his mouth. Several companions who were also not wearing clothes watched with wide eyes. He wasn't going crazy before dying, was he?

Luo Chong ignored them. Anyway, they couldn't understand the Mandarin he spoke, and they couldn't help him either.

He limped back into the cave this way, pulled out a burning branch from the fire pit, and fiercely poked the burning charcoal towards the wound.

"Hiss—ah ah ah."

After a mournful wail, Luo Chong, completely exhausted, lay on the ground, muttering prayers for his recovery. "Coach, this is the first time I've been bitten by a poisonous snake. What you said about high temperature killing snake venom protein must work, or my little life is over."

Luo Chong lay there naked, his eyes hazy as he reminisced about his days in the military.

In his previous life, because Luo Chong came from a martial arts family and had learned martial arts as a child, and had also attended military academy, he was considered an elite in the army.

Wilderness survival, assassination and demolition, light and heavy weapons – he was proficient in everything. His mission success rate was top-notch. But ever since the mission he took last week, he didn't know if he had stepped in dog shit, but Luo Chong started to be plagued by bad luck.

The mission location was in the desert of North Africa. He went to hunt down a spy. The mission was originally completed, but he encountered a huge sandstorm on the way back and accidentally fell into a quicksand pit, never climbing out again.

Below the quicksand pit was a natural cave, very deep but with no exit. Luo Chong walked hopefully into the depths of the cave, hoping to see the sun again.

In the cave with no signal, no light, no food, and no water, Luo Chong survived for five days on his self-produced yellow beverage. The cave became hotter and hotter, and his hope grew smaller and smaller. Just when Luo Chong felt he couldn't go on, a bright beam of light in the cave gave him the motivation to continue.

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

He had unknowingly walked so deep underground.

With a face full of despair, Luo Chong no longer thought about returning to the surface. Even if he knew where the exit was now, he didn't have the strength to walk out. Given his current physical condition, even if he returned the way he came, it would be impossible.

Heh, looking at the surroundings, Luo Chong gave a self-deprecating laugh. This was fate. Even a tomb had been prepared for him by the heavens.

But it wasn't bad. Even if he died, he would have a place to rest. He wouldn't be dying without a burial place.

Luo Chong comforted himself this way, leaned against the rock wall, and sat down, closing his eyes.

The stomach acid in his stomach churned endlessly, seemingly digesting itself. His hungry intestines also cursed constantly. Luo Chong, gradually in a semi-conscious state, was still bothered by hunger. Even if he wanted to sleep forever, he couldn't.

Furious, Luo Chong cursed in his heart: This damn Africa is not a good place. Even if I'm not a chief, I have bad luck. This time, I'm completely out of luck.

He originally thought it would end like this, but he didn't expect to open his eyes and arrive in this hellhole.

In a place surrounded by wild grass and bushes, a group of primitive people, naked from the waist up with only animal hides wrapped around their waists, carried him back to the cave. The two bloody holes on his ankle were still oozing black blood, and a large snake with a smashed head was still wrapped around his leg.

The tribesmen originally thought that this child bitten by a snake would definitely not survive, but they didn't expect that after a series of bleeding and burning the wound, these treatments that were essentially self-mutilation, he stood up again the next day.

Early the next morning, Luo Chong, who had survived a night of life and death torment, got up like a little cockroach. He took a piece of unknown meat, about the size of a goose egg and roasted dry, from a woman and devoured it.

Luo Chong didn't care what it was now; he only knew that the feeling of starving to death in his previous life was too unbearable. The fear of hunger deeply affected his heart. From the moment he joined the army, he had imagined countless ways he might die, but never starving to death. It could be said that now, as long as it wouldn't kill him, he dared to put anything in his mouth.

The woman smiled when she saw Luo Chong could still eat, and she babbled something, signaling to several other women to take animal hides and go out.

But at this moment, someone couldn't sit still. Luo Chong, who had just stuffed the roasted meat into his mouth, quickly stopped the woman and anxiously gesticulated while saying, "Food, is there more? I'm hungry."

Just kidding, although his new body was only about 10 years old, it was the time when he was growing. Coupled with the tragic experience Luo Chong had just gone through of starving to death, he now wished he could keep his stomach constantly on the verge of bursting.

People often compare those who eat quickly and a lot to the reincarnation of a starving ghost. What is the true reincarnation of a starving ghost? Just look at Luo Chong.

This little bit of meat simply couldn't satisfy his stomach, or rather, his inner desire to eat until he was full.

But the woman's answer, of course, was impossible.

In this small tribe with a total population of only over 50 people, the amount of food they could get every day was limited. Coupled with the fact that it was the season for storing food before winter, let alone letting a child like him eat more, it was already good that they didn't reduce his portion.

This piece of roasted meat, the size of a goose egg, was given to him because he was injured. Other children didn't have this treatment.

Luo Chong, half-full, sat helplessly at the mouth of the cave, passively accepting the memories of another person in his head and contemplating his tragic situation.

Going back now was impossible. Luo Chong himself wanted to go back, but if he only returned to that magma cave, it would be better to be a primitive man here. It could be considered living in another way.

But surviving here was also not easy.

In the memory of the original owner of this body, winter here was very long. Humans hibernated in the cave all winter, and the stored food had to be consumed sparingly. In the most difficult times, they even ate only once every two days.

This way of eating, of course, could not make people full; it could only keep them alive. Moreover, according to tribal custom, food would be prioritized for adult males, then adult females, then children like himself, and finally the elderly and sick and disabled.

But in such a harsh living environment, where were the elderly and sick and disabled? Those who were sick and injured basically died on the spot. So if there was a real food shortage in winter, he would be the first wave of people to be abandoned. Therefore, it was common for several people to freeze or starve to death in the tribe every year.

Thinking of this, Luo Chong didn't dare to continue sitting idly. Seeing that it was autumn now and the weather was getting colder day by day, those adult primitive people were busy gathering fruits, hunting animals, and storing food for winter. Luo Chong, as a newcomer, naturally couldn't be so idle.

So, starvation would not exist. He would not be willing to enter the list of the first wave to be abandoned.

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