The Primitive Tribe: It Begins with Naming Daji

I've read up to chapter 270. Has anyone tallied how many stamina potions the protagonist used? I did a rough calculation, and it's about 500, no more than that. Assuming the protagonist's initial stamina is 1, and each potion adds 10%, 500 potions add up to over 4.5 Gai (a unit of weight), which is 4.5 X 10^20.

Is this book serious? I read the Spring and Autumn Annals!

The author of the book about the Stone Tribe doesn't even know a little about wilderness knowledge. For example, the water left in the mountains in the countryside is drinkable and much cleaner than tap water in the city. You gave me distilled water, which contains no minerals and has no nutritional value whatsoever. How can you expect it to cure people?

I've read over a hundred, and one woman hasn't been taken in yet. The author keeps saying he'll take her in, and he's said it twice, but still no one has. And how many males are being taken in? Won't they be cuckolded when the main character isn't around?

Author, that's the wilderness, not wilderness survival. Do you understand wilderness? It's a place full of dangers, not a place where you scout out a spot and then try to survive in the wilderness. Instead of considering safety, you're recklessly building infrastructure in the open. Do you even have any fighting ability? What do you have besides your spatial ring? Just strength?

I'd only watch this protagonist outfit if I'm really bored. Civil Affairs Bureau, huh? What kind of saint are you pretending to be? If you have a way to solve the reproductive period problem, just do it! Why wait until something goes wrong before you address it? Do you really think you're a saint? If you're so capable, marry one person instead of several.

I'm curious, can't you just boil water for drinking? Distilling water is such a hassle. And as for making ice with saltpeter, I don't mean you should eat ice made from saltpeter directly; that's poisonous. And who told you cotton can't get rained on? Cotton is a plant too; how can it grow without rain?

Does she really think she's a savior? In such a cruel world, she's acting like a saint. She's asking for trouble. Novels like this usually don't last long. I suggest the author read the book about the primitive tribe with beast ears; once she gets to the part where she takes in male beastmen, she's basically done for. Speechless. Paying for your saintly act is just too much...

Even eunuchs aren't that eunuch-like. It's a normal person surrounded by women every day, yet he still acts like a eunuch. Although you can't be so explicit, it's not as detailed as what you wrote, and it won't be glossed over.

Having read chapters 33-35, I'm speechless. Daji is so foolishly trusting the protagonist, and he says he wants to eat her, then deliberately doesn't explain after the joke. I really can't fathom how brain-dead the author is. The author probably has no friends. This is truly toxic!