Clang—!
The sound of steel striking steel jolted Lu Zhou out of his daze.
It was the sound of blacksmithing.
When he came back to himself, he was already standing before a primitive house built from wood, stones, and white tufts of fluff. The strange furnace beside it was what had awakened him. Looking farther away, he could see walls propped up with clods of earth and wooden sticks, as well as thriving farmland.
Just as General Reinhardt had said, these insects had learned to walk upright, even learned to use tools, and had developed the beginnings of an agricultural civilization.
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Though even in Lu Zhou's eyes, their walking posture looked utterly ridiculous.
Looking at the fenced-in "pasture" and the fat larvae, each as plump as a bucket, Lu Zhou wore a thoughtful expression.
At that moment, General Reinhardt walked over to his side and asked teasingly.
"What did it feel like to space out for tens of thousands of years?"
Lu Zhou caught the teasing in his tone, but he had no time to care about that now.
"We... passed through tens of thousands of years already?"
General Reinhardt shrugged.
"You could think of it as fast-forwarding. After all, I couldn't possibly let you stay in my memories for tens of thousands of years."
Damn!
That scared the hell out of him!
Lu Zhou had thought he had slept for tens of thousands of years!
"..."
Rather than immediately answer General Reinhardt, Lu Zhou looked around and studied the village at the foot of the mountain for a while before continuing, "...Have we reached the Stone Age now?"
"A little beyond the Stone Age. They've already learned metalworking... It would probably count as the Bronze Age."
"Did you teach them all this?"
"No.