My name is Lytton, and my dream when I was a child was to be a scientist, and my name is one word different from the famous scientist Newton, and I can basically know Newton, but Newton can't...... It seems that I will have a lot, of course, it is still his old man's awesome. As an aspiring young man who is familiar with "100,000 Whys", he began to hit a wall after stepping into society, using his face, knees, and all parts of his body, anyway, he has experience in various postures, and he has cultivated a strong heart in frustration. When I was about to make the final sprint for the rise of my life, an unexpected accident happened.

What is the process...... It's all a handful of tears anyway...... It is gratifying that I have become an official, not in modern times, but the supreme leader of an unknown small tribe in ancient times, which should be worn. However, I am still immersed in the great joy of reaching the pinnacle of life, and I can't help myself. In the days when the big boss was silent (i.e., my cheap daddy), I was the top leader of the entire tribe.

It can be regarded as a salted fish turned over, and the days of ordinary people being submissive are gone, and the good days of the lords are powerful...... Ay...... It mainly gave me the opportunity to work for the welfare of the people, to be a cow and a horse for the people, to endure hardships first, to enjoy pleasures later, and to do my best to lead the poor people out of the predicament and embrace a beautiful new life.

Of course, there is also a downside, the leader also has to work, and it is the most dangerous job of the tribe - hunting. In fact, I was able to come here thanks to an accident during a hunt that left the original little leader hanging up, and I took his place and body. It can be seen how terrible the hunting with frequent accidents is.

Bitten by a tiger.

Bull topped.

Arched by a wild boar.

Surrounded by wolves...... This is the beast chapter of death.

And fell into the ditch

Fell into the water

Falling from a tree

Fall off the cliff...... This is the way to die.

In the age of barbarism, there is danger everywhere, and there is not even the slightest romance. In general, time is tight, responsibilities are heavy, and difficulties are like mountains, but they can't stop a confident leader's determination! I am still confident that in the next few years (this is a very useful word, it gives the leadership a lot of room for manoeuvre), I will lead the tribe out of the era of ignorance and ignorance and towards the path of civilized development.

Of course, because of the time difference of thousands of years, this leader needs a process of adaptation, for example, let me think about it for a few days first, make a careful plan or something. After all, there were a hundred ways to die in primitive societies, and the casualties in the hunting process accounted for at least ninety. In such a high-risk working environment, the safety of small lives has not been guaranteed. Especially now that my body looks like a minor, and all the members of the tribe have vetoed the work of mixing fruits, because it is related to the face of the tribe. In the era of barbarism, leaders eat white food, isn't this how it should be? Being able to connect with the face of the tribe, I finally know why the Oriental people value face so much, and the roots have taken root thousands of years ago.

After learning the hard way, I decided to record the faces of these bastards and ...... them in the future Wait until the guys are up, hum! One by one, I will settle accounts with you.

This is a family portrait, the picture is very abstract, only in my mind, the smoke and clouds of primeval forest under the morning sun gradually tear off the veil of mystery, tall mountains layer upon layer, the forest is one after another birdsong, mixed with the low roar of abrupt beasts. On a gentle hillside that is not very conspicuous, scattered with dozens of domed golden-thatched haystacks, the presence of the wall is barely visible, soothed by the first rays of the morning sun, quiet as a dusty watercolor, a small and inconspicuous village, probably from antiquity, as for the era...... Well, I've resigned myself to my fate, and I don't know. No one could say exactly what era it was, but I got some useful information.

For example, our tribe is at war with another tribal alliance, and it is said that the total number of warriors who fought in the war was more than 2,000. The weapons in his hands are stones, sticks, and a small number of metal weapons, and the battle mode is like a hooligan gangster grabbing territory, but the intensity of the battle has overshadowed any war in ancient and modern China and abroad, and it is said that less than 300 people have walked out of the battlefield alive. As the losing side, lose the fertile land, the abundant hunting grounds...... If you want to ask where your hometown is, in the words of Wu, the ancestors walked (fled) for five years in order to get rid of the pursuit of the despicable enemy before they came to the place where they live now, and I finally know that there must be a certain truth in the continuation of any race. It's very frustrating to run if you can't beat it, but I have to admit that being able to run is also a kind of ability.

The big intellectuals in the village, who knew at least a few dozen words of 'Wu', said angrily: "At the beginning, the ancestor was framed by the opponent with conspiracy and trickery, and there was no such thing as defeat at all, the ancestor was the messenger of the witch god who could not be defeated in the world, how could he be defeated by a group of mortals?" …… The time of defeat was probably heard about when his grandfather was a child...... "It is obviously impossible to get an accurate judgment of time by inferring in this way, but this is not the point, the point is that as the spiritual leader of our tribe, he still fantasizes about obtaining the revelation of the witch god and letting the glory of the tribe shine again on his homeland.

I would love to say to the 'witch': blind worship is not allowed!

In addition, I have to add: feudal superstition kills people!

Of course, the result of this is the endless roaring and questioning of Wu, especially the fact that the entire tribe has to collect wild fruits even for children, and only 'Wu' is the only cadre who is out of production, which seems to be more comfortable than me, the supreme leader. Of course, 'Wu' has his reasons, he waits for the grace of the witch god anytime and anywhere, and expects the true spirit of the witch god to descend on him, leading the tribe out of the predicament and towards glory...... (Typical fanatics, simply can't be provoked)

'Wu' is the messenger of the witch god in the world, and his identity is naturally beyond us mortals, and naturally occupies the middle position of this family portrait.

When he was not blessed with the Witch God (in fact, there was never a miracle of the Witch God's arrival), the Witch would go crazy and shuttle through the forest in search of all kinds of things that he thought would get the Witch God's attention, mashing it into mud and smearing it on his body, the liquid of plants, the blood of wild beasts, and the sludge...... The creature wiped all the stinky, fishy, pungent stuff all over his body except for the poop, and then, like a maniac maniac around the fire, danced what he thought was a domineering prayer dance, prayed to the heavens, roared wildly, and then threw himself on the ground after exhausting the last of his strength, motionless as if dead. Interestingly, this old guy was always able to come back to life in the frightened eyes of his people...... If I were a witch god, killing would not befall the body of the 'witch', this guy is like carrion that has been exposed to the scorching sun for three days, and can isolate almost all living beings, the strange thing is that the 'witch' stinks, but there are never flies to trouble him.

The one standing next to me is said to be my brother, and his name is 'Zao'. Dear. But when I took him to the river to wash his face, I always felt very disobedient, as if the previous generation had an unspeakable secret...... Because I am obviously a brother, he is fat, but I have a thin face, and I will not tell this secret to death, which is related to the dignity of my cheap father.

Speaking of 'making', he is second only to 'Wu' in the tribe, a man of God, with a big heart, and a wide heart, and a good tooth mouth, in the period of food shortage in the tribe, he is getting fatter and fatter...... And as an elder brother, I have always taught him to respect his elder brother and give up his limited food to me, a burden to the ranks of warriors. But 'made' is still fat, and it's out of control!

This guy eats almost everything, bark, grass roots, fruits, meat, insects, and even bones abandoned by wild beasts, he has to break them in two bites. Now, he's so fat that his eyes have become two slits, but that doesn't stop him from finding food. Thankfully, he dislikes poop just as much as the 'witch', and there is no poop in the recipe he 'makes', otherwise as the top leader of the tribe, I might have banished this bastard from the tribe in a fit of rage.

Until one day, the 'witch' told me in horror that the 'making' might have been invulnerable. He saw with his own eyes that 'Zao' gracefully took a puff of poison used to add lethality to the spear used to hunt, and then his fat face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, except for pulling it for a day. The next day, it still appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Because of this accident, my brother finally discovered the talent of 'making', and then he was promoted and entrusted with important tasks. The main job was to taste whether the unknown plant was poisonous or not, and for this purpose 'made' obtained a double ration, which was as important as a warrior. And go further and further on the road of foodies.

Poison is one of the few things that the 'witches' have made to the tribe, but alas, the warriors never use it, and it may be about the bullshit courage and dignity of those bastards.

The little girls standing in front of me are the future of the tribe, well, their future is to grow up quickly and then contribute to the reproduction of the tribe. Let these little girls who are only six or seven years old shoulder such a heavy responsibility, even I am a little unbearable even when I have reached the end of the mountain. Of course, I will compensate them, if I am lucky, and the witch god blesses, I can hunt a few muntjac in the next hunt, and this leader will be the master of the few of them to make a set of short skirts of muntjac skin, which can be regarded as compensation for the tribe. Of course, before that, I should make a set for myself, and I can't go out with a ball of thatch around my waist! It's about the image of the tribe as a whole.

But I don't expect much from this, mainly a few guys standing behind me, strong people don't look like humans at all, these brains are not much bigger than walnuts, they tend to mess around in hunting, their eyes light up when they see huge prey, and they don't have muntjac on their prey list, which is not much bigger than rabbits. Their favorite hunting activity is to use a log weighing hundreds of pounds to scare a wild boar on a rampant rampage in a rage, and then smash the prey unconscious, and the fact that individual heroism is still so prevalent in this hungry tribe makes me worry about the future. As for the prophet who says that this chief is great, wise, and radiant in wisdom...... Of course, I don't have the ability to catch any beasts yet, and the rabbits of the forest are faster than me. Of course, my first priority is to solve the problem of discipline...... It's hard.

As for the women, the elderly, and the children who picked the fruit, these have no place in the tribe at all, so I will not repeat them one by one.

This is the environment I am in, I need to lead this group of tyrannical, superstitious, manic, and acrobatic primitive people who play acrobatics on the verge of death all day long out of the predicament and run to the well-off......

The main reason why I took this group of second goods without hesitation is that without the help of this group of 'second goods', I will not be able to survive a day in this dark era, and even become the ration of the beast...... Not much to say, tomorrow I will lead this group of 'second goods' to hunt meat in the distant mountains, winter is coming, and we need to hoard food desperately.

The moment I woke up, I noticed something strange around me, slash-and-burn faces, almost crushing; rudimentary tools, which are used by almost a slightly more intelligent ape; And the demonic howls of beasts...... So I defined the era I was in as the age of savagery.

This is my third day in the Wild Age, and I have made a decision for myself, which seems to be hasty, but in fact there is no way to do it.

The first day was spent in a coma.

The next day, recuperate.

On the third day, the hero was wounded again in the lead hunting work, so I was full of worries about my future.

I am afraid that it will not be long before I continue to live like this, and I should explain the future...... For me, the daily life of the wilderness is like a mouse falling into a cat's cage, and only two of them died tragically and tortured. Either way, I don't want to choose, the only thing I can do is to change, to change the whole tribe. Let the change of tribe adapt to my preferences. Until then, I need to hold the power of the tribe, the supreme power.

This passage sums up that a bloody coup d'état is about to begin.