Civilization Was Too Fragile
Looking at the rebuilt settlement, Chen Yu fiddled with the weeds beside him and roughly understood.
The Heavenly Demon Space was not unchanging. It adjusted according to the state of his cultivation.
Based on Chen Yu's previous experience of being tormented, it would prioritize the most cost-effective direction for improvement, striving to maximize the efficiency of mana usage.
Making tiny people undergo reincarnation to stir the Benevolence in my heart? Heavenly Demon Constitution, you're too despicable!
Lying on his side, Chen Yu looked at the tiny people before him and decided he would ignore everything this time.
Yet before long, he realized he had no way to ignore it.
The newcomers also had black hair and sun-darkened skin. They cleared new farmland with their bare hands and struggled in the fields for food.
Since the surrounding beasts had been wiped out by the previous generation, they did not have enough prey this time, but neither did they need to worry about beast attacks.
The tiny people who settled here began their difficult struggle for survival. Bit by bit, they reclaimed wasteland and built homes. Every step cost immense effort, yet all they harvested was a meager amount of wheat.
That food could only sustain a dozen or so people, making further development nearly impossible.
Chen Yu had thought these tiny people had reached their limit, but after one harvest, he saw a young boy holding the gathered barnyard grass and staring blankly at him.
The boy looked only seven years old. Malnutrition made him resemble a hairless monkey.
Pointing at Chen Yu, he shouted something loudly, but the response he received was strange looks from the others and a slap from his parents.
Seeing the boy's unusual reaction, Chen Yu understood that he could see him.