After traveling through time and becoming a thin witch doctor of a primitive tribe, I thought I could only make a living by dancing to the masters in this life.
Until I discovered that tribal totems can actually embody modern technology - rubbing penicillin by hand, firing cement, and even making bronze weapons!
The tribe next door is still hunting with stone spears, and we have built walls to train our troops.
When the ice age came and everything withered, our tribe was brightly lit and built a greenhouse.
The surrounding tribes flocked to me one after another and respected me as a god descending to earth.
Just when I was about to lead my people to attack the industrial revolution, the totem suddenly warned:
"High-dimensional intrusion detected, the truth of this world is..."
