Primitive Tribe

"Immortality?"

Yang Yu's breathing quickened at the mention of immortality.

One had to understand.

Immortality—how many generations of emperors had pursued it?

People in the modern era pursued long life as well, yet all of them had failed.

But after considering his current circumstances, he still chose to shake his head and say, "I'd rather return to my own world. I don't need any immortality."

"But we can't go back."

Xingchen said.

Yang Yu: "..."

"I'll grant you eternal life, as well as freedom from all diseases."

"Consider it compensation for the host!"

Seeing her dispirited host, Xingchen System said softly, "From here on, whether we can return to our world will depend on how the host develops his own civilization."

"Develop? What am I supposed to develop with my head?"

Yang Yu looked helplessly at Xingchen. "You should know that if we want to return to our world, can we accomplish it with modern technology? Impossible."

"Don't worry, host. Xingchen System comes with all the technology of the Star Empire. However, during the early stages, the host must develop independently until reaching the pre-nuclear civilization era. Only then can the technology carried by the Star Empire be provided for the host's use."

"It's not that the system is unwilling to give it to the host. The Star Empire's technological hierarchy is simply too advanced. Even an ordinary pre-nuclear civilization would be unable to produce its lowest-level technologies."

Xingchen System explained to Yang Yu what it had brought with it, as well as why it could not give those things to him yet.

In the end.

Yang Yu accepted reality.

He had started learning about the Star Empire half a year before the game "Civilization Rise" launched. It was the hidden super-civilization behind the game, reportedly a legendary god-level civilization.

If he couldn't go back, then he couldn't go back.

From then on.

Yang Yu survived in this Primitive Tribe.

As an observer, he watched how the tribe lived.

Two men and two women.

The two men were responsible for hunting, while the two women handled fishing or gathering branches from around the tribe.

The other little girl, who was about the same age as him, was responsible for picking fruit from the bushes outside the tribe.

Their division of labor was quite clear.

Yang Yu was not idle either. Faced with such a primitive tribe, he could only do whatever work he was capable of.

He followed the little girl, who was slightly older than him, out of the tribe.

But he did not dare go too far from the tribe.

There were simply too many wild beasts in this era.

He watched the little girl skillfully climb trees to pick fruit. Meanwhile, he squatted on the ground and played, looking at the stone piles beneath him. Then he glanced at the nearby stream, picked up a small stone, and threw it at the water.

He skipped stones.

After he had been at it for a while, the little girl picking fruit in the tree threw some fruit down.

Then she climbed down, puzzled as she looked at Yang Yu making strange movements. She walked over, patted him on the head, and babbled for a long while. Yang Yu had no idea what she was saying.

But when he saw her gestures.

Yang Yu understood.

She wanted him to carry the fruit back to the tribe for her.

Watching her cradle the fruit in both hands and walk toward the tribe, Yang Yu was baffled. He quickly plucked a large leaf from the tree, placed the fruit left on the ground onto it, and then gestured for the little girl to do the same.

Seeing this.

The little girl quickly understood what Yang Yu was doing as well. Following his method, she carried the fruit back to the tribe.

So it could be done this way.

It saved them the time of making several trips.

When they returned to the tribe.

The two strong men had also returned with their prey.

However, the only prey they had brought back was a few rabbits.

"Holy crap~"

But when he saw how these people were eating, he was genuinely shocked.

They had actually caught the dead rabbits and started stuffing them into their mouths without even skinning them. Yang Yu was utterly dumbfounded.

He hurriedly stopped the adults.

"Wuu waa." What the hell are you doing?

One male with a mouth full of fur glared angrily at Yang Yu for stopping them from eating the meat and shoved him to the ground.

Yang Yu did not lose his temper. There was no point in getting angry. He looked only three or four years old—how could he stand against adults?

A spark of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he suddenly thought of his stone-skipping game.

He hurriedly ran outside the tribe.

Before long.

He returned from outside the tribe carrying a sharp stone.

But the adults, their mouths covered in blood, had already eaten almost all the food. Only half a rabbit remained.

It seemed they had left it for him and the little girl.

He dragged the adults over from a distance, picked up the thin, sharp stone, and personally demonstrated for them.

Using the sharp stone fragment, he cut into the half rabbit's fresh flesh and pulled off all the fur.

Then he carried it to the river, washed it, and handed it to the adults after removing every strand of hair.

Seeing this.

The adults watched Yang Yu's actions thoughtfully. They accepted the meat he handed them and put it into their mouths.

Then they discovered that although it no longer had the salty taste it had possessed when it first entered their mouths, it also no longer contained the hair that had been so difficult to swallow.

Seeing the confusion still in their eyes, Yang Yu took a deep breath. He couldn't get angry. He couldn't get angry. This was the foundation he would use to develop this Primitive Tribe.

Next.

He demonstrated various things to the adults and the little girl, including cutting wild fruits and chopping branches.

After several hours.

Yang Yu finally got them to accept the existence of the Stone Knife.

"Phew~"

After finishing his lesson, Yang Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.

But as the cold night slowly descended, Yang Yu curled up inside the cave. Although the cave was relatively warm, it was still cold in the end.

If only they had a pile of fire.

"Fire?"

Suddenly.

Yang Yu's eyes lit up.

That's right.

Fire—the source of life.

In this era, they couldn't live without fire.

He had already grown tired of eating raw meat over the past few days.

Why hadn't he thought of fire sooner?

But it was pitch-black outside now, and he did not dare leave the cave.

He truly didn't dare.

There were howls of wolves outside.

If he really encountered wild wolves, his life would be over.

Xingchen System had disappeared after granting him immortality.

How irresponsible.

Besides, the immortality Xingchen System had given him came with a clear explanation: it granted him eternal life and removed all diseases, but that did not mean he was unkillable.

Since that was the case.

He would think about fire tomorrow.

He curled himself into a ball and barely made it through the cold night.

The night was incredibly long, so long that Yang Yu could hardly endure it. It had not been this cold before—who would have thought the temperature would suddenly drop today?

It left him shivering all over.