A white-haired young man with a gear-shaped birthmark on his face raced through an endless jungle.
His upper body was bare, with only a few hastily arranged leaves covering his private parts. His beautifully proportioned muscles rippled with every movement. Had he been on a bar stage in a modern city, plenty of wealthy women would have waved their money at him.
But this was a jungle in the Prehistoric Era. No wealthy women were there to admire his sculpted physique, only birds and wild animals startled by his passing.
Although his movements were perfectly coordinated as he ran, a closer look would reveal that his eyes were vacant. His mind was wandering.
"Who am I? Where am I?"
"You are War God!"
A cold, synthesized electronic voice suddenly rang out in the young man's mind.
"I'm War God?"
The white-haired young man murmured to himself, but his feet never stopped. He raced on, kicking up fallen leaves and dust, until he reached a deep, secluded pool.
This conversation had actually taken place countless times. Every day, the young man ran through the jungles of the Prehistoric Era, hunting when he was hungry and drinking when he was thirsty. He also practiced the strange cultivation method taught by the voice in his mind.
The young man did not understand why he had to do this. But since he had never encountered another living creature that could speak, his mind was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, and he did not particularly care.
Lying beside the pool, he gulped down water until his belly bulged. Then he sprang up and began a set of warm-up punches right there on the bank.
Year after year, the young man had grown accustomed to this routine. He had no idea how powerful