A primitive tribe. Nameless was bare-chested, wearing a grass skirt around his lower body. When a breeze blew past, it faintly revealed his bare buttocks.
He blinked, finding it truly difficult to accept this Transformation. Just moments ago, he had been wearing clothes made from the water of Dream River. Not only were they comfortable and form-fitting, but they also provided him with considerable protection.
Yet in the blink of an eye, he had become a primitive tribesman. Wasn't this style Transformation a little too drastic?
At the same time, he felt weak, as if he had returned to being an ordinary mortal of flesh and blood. He couldn't help jumping in place. Sure enough, he couldn't fly, and he couldn't even jump a meter high.
This trial is poisonous!
At least leave him a pair of underwear!
After Nameless landed, he felt a chilly breeze around his balls and couldn't help complaining furiously inwardly.
He wasn't afraid of all kinds of difficult trials, but one that directly turned him into an ordinary person was truly painful.
It was like a perfectly healthy person suddenly coming down with a whole host of illnesses and feeling unbearably uncomfortable. The stronger his original body had been, the more uncomfortable he felt now.
Although this body was healthy, in Nameless's perception, it was simply far too weak.
At that moment, a light screen appeared before him. It read:
Sixth Trial: Complete one great migration of life. The more tribal Survivors there are, the higher the evaluation. The evaluation received will affect the prize obtained from this trial.
"One great migration of life?"
Nameless frowned and immediately looked around the tribe. Sure enough, quite a few tribesmen were already packing their belongings, while others were sharpening their stone spears.
Fortunately, this trial