Not long ago, this man, like his companions, was a good hunter in the wilderness.

At that time, later civilizations did not exist, neither writing nor calendars had yet been born.

Humans who still drank blood from their fur used animal fur for clothing and sharpened wooden sticks as weapons, and while hunting large beasts, various tribes were also engaged in bloody and savage wars.

At that time, human beings did not even have basic ethics and morals, and cannibalism was common in times of extreme hunger. Sometimes, in order to pay tribute to their deceased relatives and friends, they will even eat each other's bodies, believing that this will allow them to continue to live with them.

The average life expectancy of these hominids was only twenty years, and most of them died before the age of thirty, whether it was the big cats, poisonous snakes and scorpions in the wilderness, or the bacteria and parasites in the water sources, all of which claimed the lives of many humans.

But he's alive.

The man had witnessed the destruction of his tribe.

His fellow hunters died under the attack of other tribes, and he was seriously wounded and hid in a cave, but survived.

When he returned to the tribal territory, he found that the unguarded territory of the Hunter had been destroyed by the wolves. His parents and friends were all turned into dry bones gnawed by jackals.

Grief and rage took over his body and mind, and in desperation, he plunged his spear into his chest in an attempt to end his life.

- He didn't die.

The severe pain and the coldness of his whole body caused by the excessive blood loss made him worse than dead, and even though he was mortally wounded, he was still alive under the endless pain and torture.

After some time, he pulled out his spear, stood up and staggered into the distance, dragging his wounded body with him, ready to kill himself again.

This time, he chose to jump off a cliff hundreds of meters high.

The sharp pain at the moment of landing was hundreds of times stronger than when the spear pierced the heart, and the terrifying thing was that even this level of pain did not destroy his consciousness, but made him more awake.

In the empty field, the "rotten meat" that fell into a bloody blur roared wildly.

- He's still alive, in an incredible way...... Alive.

The body was pecked by vultures, torn by jackals, slowly rotting under the scorching sun, and even giving birth to maggots. He couldn't move the slightest, but he didn't die. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese 網ωωω.χ~8.~1zщ.còм

As the sun rises and sets, time begins to flow. His mutilated body began to slowly recover in a form that defied common sense, and the originally torn flesh began to regenerate.

A year after falling off a cliff, he was finally able to get back on his feet again.

Realizing that he could not die and experiencing extreme pain, he did not intend to continue to try to kill himself, but chose another way of thinking.

- Natural death.

Even if he is just a primitive man, he is very clear about the concept of birth, old age, sickness and death.

There was once an old man in the tribe, obviously much older than the others, with white hair and eyebrows, but even this old man could not escape the doomed old age and death.

He could feel that his body was aging.

As long as you continue to age, one day you will be like the old man, your body will begin to shrink, close your eyes and fall asleep, and finally die peacefully......

Time flies, spring turns to winter, the primitive tribes in the wilderness begin to perish, and the remaining human beings have developed to a new historical stage:

Several large tribes chose locations with plenty of prey and good living conditions, erected a large number of thatched and stone huts, and they captured members of other tribes and used the captives as labor.

Humans evolved from a primitive society to a slave society. The first ancient writing and calendars were born, along with the earliest works of art.

In the course of hundreds of years of change, all the members of the early primitive tribes have long since died—except for one person.

He's alive.

“……”

The long-haired savage, clad in animal fur and covered in dirt, appeared in the nearest town.

Penniless and unable to speak any language, he wandered around the town for only two days before he was captured by his minions sent by the slave owners and reduced to a slave who was responsible for carrying heavy loads.

However, the days of being locked up in a filthy prison and living with other slaves were not without gain.

He learned the language of the tribe from other slaves and also learned to read simple words.

He has long lost his purpose in life, and the repetition of unchanging labor day after day is not so much a human being as a tool of a slave owner.

Until one day, the young slave, who lived in the same cell with him, quietly woke him up in the middle of the night, grabbed him by the shoulder, and asked:

"Do you want to come with us?"

"Zuo...... What the. He struggled to utter a question.

"Resist! Kill that old man, and we'll be free! The dark-skinned young man's eyes stared at him deadly, and his pupils seemed to shine with a strange brilliance: "Why can he enslave us?" We're going to kill him! "The new 81 Chinese network is updated the fastest on the computer:/

"Kill ......," he said slowly.

Even though he couldn't fully understand the other party's words, he knew very well that the "old man" in the slave's mouth was not referring to himself, but to the fat slave owner.

"Defiance...... ? He repeated.

"Resist!" The dark-skinned slave nodded vigorously: "Come along!" Revolt! ”

INTERVIEWER Do you want to accede to the other party's request?

He wanted to refuse, but when he saw the other party's eyes, he began to hesitate again.

I was like this a long time ago.

At that time, he was still wearing animal skins and holding spears, and hunted bison and wild boars in the wilderness. Despite the danger of his life every day, he has never flinched.

INTERVIEWER How long has it been since you've experienced what it's like to be alive?

He couldn't remember how long he had spent his time in a daze, but the young slave standing in front of him was obviously different from him.

- Resistance.

Even in the filthy caves, the slaves imprisoned here still did not give up hope.

They crave freedom, just as they crave their prey.

Thinking of this, he, who was already old, finally nodded slowly and said the word he mastered the most:

"Okay."

"I knew you were coming!" The dark-skinned slave smiled: "I'll tell you what to do!" Let's do it! ”

"Okay." He continued to nod.

From that day on, the old man, who had lost everything, rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The word "resistance" was deeply imprinted in his heart and became the driving force for his survival.