The Group Leader Is Dead, I Am the Group Leader

"How is it? Have you figured out the cause of death?"

"No, the deceased won't say."

"Sigh, what a pity, he was so young..."

In the eastern region of the Primordial World, within the Taihao Tribe of the human race.

Inside a low stone hut, several men draped in rough animal skins stood in a circle, looking at the young man on the ground with his dark, greenish complexion and purple lips, shaking their heads and sighing.

Just as they were about to step forward to lift him up and find a place to bury him.

The young man who had already breathed his last suddenly sat up like a spring, scaring everyone out of their wits as they tumbled backward, scrambling to get away.

"Am I... a transmigrator?"

Li Qingxu looked at the unfamiliar stone hut and the group of savages dressed in animal skins, feeling a splitting headache as a massive amount of information flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

A moment later, the pain subsided, and he understood his situation.

He had indeed transmigrated, occupying the body of someone with the same name in the Primordial World who had died from "extreme hunger" after eating an unknown mushroom.

The current Primordial World was in the late stage of the Witch-Demon Calamity, the Six Sages had only recently proven the Dao and become saints, and the human race had migrated as a whole to the eastern region of the Primordial World.

The Taihao Tribe where he was located was just one of hundreds of human tribes.

"What a disastrous start..."

Li Qingxu sighed deeply in his heart, feeling as though life was devoid of meaning.

Although Taiqing Laozi had founded the Human Sect among the human race and passed down the Golden Core Cultivation Method.

The requirements for the Golden Core Cultivation Method were too high; only the Innate Humans created by Saint Nuwa could barely cultivate it, and an Acquired Human like him, with only the cultivation level of Refining Essence into Qi, couldn't even reach the threshold.

In this Primordial World where the strong preyed on the weak and the Ten Thousand Races vied for power, the weak human race could only survive in the cracks, living a precarious life every day.

Moreover, the Demon Race, one of the current overlords of the Primordial World, treated humans as food and would descend from the heavens to hunt them from time to time.

In the memories he had integrated, there were tragic scenes of human tribes being slaughtered by the Demon Race, with blood flowing like rivers.

What made Li Qingxu feel most desperate was that at the end of the Witch-Demon Calamity, the Demon Race would slaughter ninety-nine percent of the human race to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword.

In other words, even if he were lucky enough to avoid being hunted by the Demon Race on a daily basis, he would ultimately be unable to escape their blades.

"Qingxu, you... are you okay?"

The shaken crowd, seeing Li Qingxu just sitting there catching his breath—though his face was pale, he clearly looked like a living person—slowly gathered around again.

"Yes," Li Qingxu replied with a hoarse voice, trying hard to keep his tone steady. "I just lost my breath for a moment and fainted. Now... I'm much better."

"That's good." One of the men let out a sigh of relief and patted his shoulder. "Rest well for now. When the hunting team comes back tonight, if we're lucky enough to get some meat, I'll save you a piece."

The man's palms were rough and his tone was blunt, lacking any flowery comfort, but it was genuine care.

"Alright, thank you." Li Qingxu nodded; he truly needed some peace and quiet right now.

The others also said a few things like "rest well" and "don't go eating random things again" before leaving the stone hut one by one, without dwelling on the matter.

After all, for the human race today, parting through death was a common occurrence; they used all their strength just to stay alive and had no energy left to focus on other things.

After everyone left, Li Qingxu lay down on the wooden bed in the corner, staring at the empty ceiling.

In the future, there was the Demon Race slaughtering humans to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword, and in the immediate present, the Demon Race could appear at any moment to bring catastrophe to the entire Taihao Tribe.

Even though he was well-versed in the major future events of the Primordial World, given the current situation and his own conditions, he still could not find any path to survival.

Just as he was feeling utterly hopeless, a cold voice suddenly rang out in his mind:

"Ding... Received an invitation to the Myriad Worlds Chat Group. Do you wish to join?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingxu was startled, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest.

Heaven never leaves one without a way out; the legendary golden finger that every transmigrator possesses had finally arrived.

"Join!"

Li Qingxu responded without hesitation.

"Please create a group nickname."

He pondered for a moment. Although he was currently just an Acquired Human with only the cultivation level of Refining Essence into Qi.

But as the saying goes, when you're out in the world, you define your own status; he had to pick a name with prestige.

"Group nickname: Qingxu Daojun."

As Li Qingxu confirmed his nickname, the virtual interface of the Myriad Worlds Chat Group appeared before his eyes the next moment.

[System Prompt: Welcome Qingxu Daojun to the group chat.]

Li Qingxu checked the group information and discovered that the Group Leader's nickname was Sea God Tang Si, and for the time being, he was the only member.

"Sea God Tang Si?"

"Could it be that floor-tile of the fantasy world?"

Li Qingxu murmured in his heart as he looked at this familiar nickname.

[Sea God Tang Si: @Qingxu Daojun, I am Sea God Tang Si, and also the Group Leader of the Myriad Worlds Chat Group. Newcomer, state your origins. Which world do you come from?]

[Qingxu Daojun: The Primordial World.]

[Sea God Tang Si: Primordial World? Never heard of it. Are there any powerhouses in that realm?]

[Qingxu Daojun: There is the Primordial Dao Ancestor who has merged with the Heavenly Dao, and under his seat are six supreme Heavenly Dao Saints.]

[Sea God Tang Si: Such arrogance! What kind of character is Hongjun that he dares to call himself the Dao Ancestor? If this God King were in the Primordial World, I would definitely...]

The message cut off abruptly right there.

Li Qingxu was momentarily baffled as to why Sea God Tang Si had suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

At this moment, God King Tang Si's avatar turned grey, and a red system notification popped up on the chat group interface:

[System: The former Group Leader, Sea God Tang Si, has been erased by the Power of Rules. Qingxu Daojun has automatically succeeded as the new Group Leader.]

Li Qingxu was stunned at first, then nearly burst out laughing.

Good riddance.

Hongjun is the supreme Ancestor of the Immortal Path and the Spokesperson of the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

The Douluo World, on the other hand, is a minor realm so insignificant that even a passing fart from him could trigger a "Spiritual Energy Revival."

It was one thing for Tang Si to act like a local tyrant and show off in that tiny corner of the universe, but to dare speak disrespectfully of such a supreme existence?

To use his own words: You have brought the path of death upon yourself!

Li Qingxu didn't pay much mind to this clown, instead turning his attention to his new status as the Group Leader of the Myriad Worlds Chat Group.

"System, give me an introduction to the functions of the Myriad Worlds Chat Group."

System: "The Myriad Worlds Chat Group can invite people from all the heavens and myriad worlds to join the chat. The Group Leader can bestow items upon group members by sending red packets."

"Group members can also offer treasures as sacrifices to reward the Group Leader. Sacrificed items can randomly receive a critical hit multiplier of at least ten thousand times."

"The Myriad Worlds Chat Group is currently at Level 1. When group activity meets the requirements, further upgrades will unlock more permissions and functions."

"I see." Li Qingxu nodded.

These functions were not much different from the chat group cheat codes in the novels from his past life.

However, he was quite curious about the additional permissions and functions the system mentioned for future upgrades.

At this moment, the system's voice rang out in his mind again:

"Detected that there are too few members in the chat group. Would you like to invite new members immediately?"

Li Qingxu: "Yes!"

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