Seven years later

Muria sat a little bored on a tree trunk and looked down at a group of black-haired, blue-skinned humanoids playing, and from their childish tones and cheerful laughter, they were a group of small children who were not very old.

"Come down and play, your!" said one of the children, who paused, looked up at Muria, and greeted him in a voice leaning toward the female, a young female Iku.

"No!" Muria refused without hesitation. Well, he's now the same kind of black-haired, blue-skinned humanoids, and his appearance is almost the same as them, barely much different, except that he's taller and stronger than them.

"Play by yourselves, leave me alone. After speaking, Muria got up from the trunk of the tree, stretched his waist, walked steadily across a rattan bridge on the trunk, and then twisted and turned, and entered a tree house dozens of meters above the ground.

"Your, why did you come back so early today?, are you still having fun?" Just saw Muria walk in, in the treehouse, because the female Ikuto who was polishing the resin looked up at him with a kind smile on her face.

"It's okay!" Muria nodded perfunctorily, this is the mother of his body, "I want to go to the Great Elder to read the book now, I will be back before the sun sets!"

"Okay, there you go!"

"Hmm!" After greeting him, Muria turned around and left, and he ran back to say a word to his mother in this life.

"Your!" Seeing Muria's figure leave, a look of concern appeared on Hilda's face, who was polishing the resin.

Although the process of giving birth to her son was very painful and cut, and after the successful delivery, she also endured a long period of weakness, but this did not prevent her from loving and caring for her son!

For the first time, she was even proud of her son, who was the strongest ever recorded in the group when he was born.

But as her son grows up, Hilda is gradually troubled by a disturbing emotion, which comes from her son.

Her son, your, is very unsociable, he hardly socializes with any of his peers, and he still has no real friends. It was not a problem of the clansmen, but of his son himself.

There had been a number of children who had offered to invite her son to play with her, but your had never been in the mood for it, and after going there twice at first, he never went again.

Now, Sidda knew that the main reason why your was willing to go out with the children was to satisfy her wishes and not to worry her too much.

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"I'm sorry, I really can't play with those little guys!" Muriya sighed softly as she walked out of the treehouse, glancing back. Although he is now the body of a child, his mind is a super monster that has lived for more than 700 years.

"Your, go read to the elders again!" Before he had gone far, Muria was confronted by an adult Iku man with a wooden bow on his back, and the male Ikong man greeted him with a smile when he saw Muria.

"Yes, Uncle Tucker, are you going out hunting?" Murria replied.

"yes, my kid wants to eat four-eared rabbit meat, I'm going to get some back!" Tucker replied with a smile.

"Hmm!" Muria then watched as the adult Iku whistled, summoned a featherless four-winged bird with a wingspan of nearly thirteen meters, and rolled over and rode up.

Then, the winged bird with a brilliant pattern on its body, holding the Ikuren Tucker, who was nearly three meters tall, spread its wings and flew towards the sky.

Looking at the Iku people who had already flown into the sky and turned into a black dot, Muria continued to walk towards his target location, familiar with the road, and on the way, he greeted every Iku people he encountered, looking unusually sunny.

Eventually, Muria stepped on a vine bridge 100 meters above the ground and entered a tall treehouse, built against the canopy of an ancient tree, more than ten times the size of his home, the largest treehouse in the tribe he was born into.

"Your, read a book again?" When Muria walked in, a rickety, shriveled old Ikuren slowly turned around and looked at Muria, his eyes unusually bright in the dark treehouse.

"Yes, Great Elder!" Muria bowed slightly to the elder who was dressed in a feather cloak woven with various colorful feathers, although his actual age was definitely older than the old Iku in front of him, but his current identity was just a young, ignorant, and curious young Iku, "I'm here to disturb you again!"

"It's okay, there are very few Iku people like you who are willing to read the books recorded by the ancestors, no, not few, but almost none, you can run to me every day, I am also very happy, after all, you can read books here with me, and you can accompany the old man and me. ”

"As long as there are books left unfinished, then I will come every day. Muria said very bluntly, and the other meaning of his words was, I don't have any books to read, or if all the books have been read by him, then he won't come.

"Hahaha!!, go and see, little your!" the Great Elder grew up at Muria's words, "This room of books is enough for you to read for a long time." ”

"Hmm!" Muria walked into the room, into a neat pile of bookshelves, and picked out a book from it. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he flipped through it.

To be honest, it's a bit insulting to call the pile of things in his hand that are simply stacked with some kind of special bark and then strung together as books.

But it was indeed a book, because it was the only carrier that Muria had found in his tribe that contained the information. And this kind of book can also fully reflect how low the level of civilization of the world he is in now is.

Although he had never left his tribe since his birth, Muria also had a general idea of his current situation.

He descended into a nearly primitive and wild world, and only an intelligent race called the Iku tribe that he reincarnated in has been found, and the civilization of this race is still in an extremely primitive tribal system.

The Iku people live together, and their way of life is not much different from that of primitive humans in Muria's impression. Iku did not master the art of metal smelting and forging, and the weapons they used were very primitive, wooden bows, spears, stone tools, and all furniture and weapons, which were basically made of local materials.

As for textiles, the Iku people also have no achievements, just look at the animal skin he is wearing now, and the feather coat on the elder in front of him.

In terms of architecture, referring to the treehouse where he is now, this is the highest achievement of the Iku people in architecture, a treehouse with an area of about 100 square meters, which makes perfect use of the structure of the trees and does not harm the trees themselves.

As for art, don't talk nonsense in terms of thought, the Iku people don't have these concepts at all. Generally speaking, the civilization of the Iku people is only in its infancy, and it is in a very primitive stage.

Initially, Muria originally thought that the reason why the civilization of the Iku people was so backward was because they had just evolved into their current form, and they were just developing.

But after he looked through these rudimentary bark books and saw the history of the Iku people, he overturned his previous thoughts, and from the books, he got a very important message.

His tribe has been established for more than 3,000 years, and at the beginning of the tribe's establishment, the Iku people lived in this primitive way. In other words, the Iku people have retained their current way of life for more than 3,000 years.

This result made Muria feel quite incredible, three thousand years, nothing has changed, there is no technical progress, this kind of thing is like a fantasy, but it did happen in front of Muria.

When Muria got this incredible result, he began to wonder what caused the civilization of the Iku people to stand still and stagnate.

Then he found out why, and at the same time remembered what his grandmother Arista had said to him before he set out, that it was a very peaceful and peaceful world.

It's too peaceful, and that's the real reason why the civilization of the Iku people has been stuck in the primitive stage, and this world, for the Iku people, is too friendly.

Before he was born into this world, Muria feared that he would be forced to use his true strength due to some danger due to his weakness at the beginning of his arrival.

However, when he was born, Muria found that he was overthinking, that his surroundings were very peaceful, there was no danger, and in the same way, he did not feel any material pressure as he grew up.

He can eat and eat every day, sleep until he wakes up naturally, and he also doesn't need to worry about any outside creatures, he has almost nothing to worry about.

There's no need to worry about hunger, no need to worry about cold and heat, and there's not much danger, in a sense, the world is like a paradise.

But it is precisely because of this that the civilization of the Iku people has stopped, and they have no motivation to continue to develop, because they have been in peace for a long time, and they do not need to worry or worry about anything at all.

An ordinary Iku was born, he could grow up to play freely and carefree, and when he became an adult, he naturally mastered some related skills, which were enough for him to obtain food in his tribal territory that could satisfy the food of a family of three.