Over the past six months or so, Big Pineapple had done more than just excavate the ruins.
For example, he had been teaching Apollo's people to use language, as well as writing.
Leaving writing aside for the moment, the language problem alone had already nearly driven Big Pineapple to a breakdown.
It had been over six months! Even little children taught every day like this would have learned to say a few things by now!
Yet these idiots could still only understand and say one word: eat!
Big Pineapple really wanted to complain, "Goddammit, why don't you just eat yourselves to death!"
The youngest among them was already the equivalent of a child in their teens, yet after over six months of teaching, they could not even compare to a newborn baby learning to babble, let alone learn writing.
Although there was nothing he could do about it, he still taught them tirelessly. Being able to communicate was important, after all.
And because their tribe had weapons, fire, and a so-called sage like him, more tribes from the surrounding area had come flocking to join them.
The Yanhuang Tribe, which had been left with fewer than five hundred or so members after that battle, had not only replenished its numbers but far surpassed its former size, reaching an astonishing five thousand.
But with more people, managing them became a major problem too, leaving Big Pineapple, their so-called sage, deeply troubled.
He actually really wanted to start a livestream and ask those people in the real world, or have them offer some suggestions.
But whenever he thought of the barrage of comments they would send after he started streaming, as well as the embarrassing spectacle he had made of himself before, he held himself back.
During this time, he had also collected many stone tablets from around the ruins.
Most were in languages he did not recognize, and very few were in simplified Chinese.
Even so, they had allowed him to learn about this world's situation.
Every thousand years, it would face a great calamity of destruction.
When he read this, he had actually been quite indifferent.
After all, he was not from this world to begin with. All that mattered was living well himself; once he was dead, what did he care if floodwaters swallowed the heavens?
A thousand years was still a long way off.
Although he did not know how long this civilization had existed, he could guarantee that it had definitely been no more than two hundred years.
Even two hundred years was a generous estimate on his part, and even if it had been two hundred years, there were still eight hundred left.
Eight hundred years! By then, even his bones would probably have nearly crumbled to dust.
So rather than think about those things, he might as well consider how to live better in this world.
At any rate, that was what Big Pineapple had thought before, but after taking over a small tribe, he changed his mind.
All because there was an Asura Clan girl in this tribe who was so scrawny she barely looked presentable and was bullied all day long.
The girl had a delicate oval face, with long hair that often covered it.
Wariness and fear flickered in her large, jet-black eyes.
She was not tall and imposing like the other members of the Asura Clan, and years of malnutrition had left her looking terribly thin and frail.
Nor did she have the sturdy muscles and broad, thickset body of the other Asuras. She looked incredibly slender.
Among the Asura Clan, she was considered a truly hideous woman, scorned by her people. Several times, she had even tried offering herself to others with something extra thrown in, but they still rejected her for being too frail.
But Big Pineapple had taken a fancy to her at first sight, simply because this woman happened to fit Earthlings' standards of beauty!
Not only did she fit Earthlings' standards of beauty, she really was beautiful!
The Asuras expressed their inability to understand their sage's fondness for such a scrawny, ugly woman, but they were not particularly inclined to respect it either.
Several times, those group leaders had hoped to introduce Big Pineapple to their broad, thickset daughters, who could knock him flat with one punch, but he had refused them all.
This also made the woman admire and adore Apollo immensely.
Actually, this little time would originally have been nowhere near enough to excavate these ruins.
But a lot had been happening outside lately too.
Mosquito attacks on people were becoming more and more frequent.
During his first few months in this world, he had not felt there were many mosquitoes.
But lately, there seemed to be more of them.
He did not know what was going on, but he had already made preparations: he would lead all the people under him into these ruins.
From then on, they would use the ruins as a base and slowly develop.
In fact, the reason the mosquitoes were increasing was that civilization had revived.
Although the mosquitoes did not know what the revival of civilization meant, they knew there was more food.
When there was no food, they could barely sustain themselves by eating dirt.
But they would also avoid breeding more mosquitoes. Now that food had become more plentiful, however, they had once again begun breeding like mad, until the food ran out.
And now that this civilization had existed for over fifty years, the first batch of mosquitoes had all hatched, and even the second batch had begun showing signs of breaking out of their shells. They needed more food.
Thus, mosquito attacks became more frequent.
Big Pineapple had plenty of people on his side, and with his weapons, he could still deal with small numbers of mosquitoes. But when there were too many, he could do nothing either.
Most importantly, he did not want to use his ability.
To be honest, apart from using it once when he first obtained it, he had never used his ability again.
If possible, he never wanted to experience that kind of pain again for the rest of his life.
Entering the ruins would not only let them live and reproduce inside, but also allow them to obtain the weapons within.
He had been coveting the weapons that the previous transmigrator had mentioned, and that were recorded on these stone tablets, for a long time.
With those weapons, dealing with mosquitoes would be as easy as chopping melons and slicing vegetables. This would not only ensure their safety and provide weapons, but also spare him from using that damned ability. It was simply achieving multiple gains in one stroke.
And so he had come up with the idea of moving into the ruins.
At the entrance to the ruins, Big Pineapple walked inside with Yu Ji, the name he had given the Asura woman.
Looking at the broken walls strewn all around and the craters everywhere, he could not help marveling at how extraordinary this civilization's technology truly was.
Even after being bombarded by meteorites, scoured by a great flood, and then buried by mudslides, it could still remain in its current condition.
If it had been those tofu-dreg construction projects on Earth, he simply dared not imagine it.
As he moved along, he directed the Asuras to gather supplies such as steel while also telling them to clear the road ahead. Everything went smoothly.
"Asura, eat, eat, Asura!"
Big Pineapple stared blankly at the Asura waving his arms and stamping his feet in front of him, somewhat puzzled. These ruins were already hundreds of years old. What could there possibly be to eat?
Although he thought this, he still followed him over.
Inside an excavated meteorite crater, a large crowd of Asuras was gathered around an enormous, oval white stone, waving their arms and stamping their feet as they kept shouting, "Eat, eat, eat!"
When Big Pineapple saw the thing, his mind went blank, and a thought instantly surfaced in his head. Could this be the Ultra Egg?