The system asked me to live broadcast to please the primitive people, and I built an empire and built infrastructure.
A sacrifice to heaven at the beginning? I took out my lighter and made myself a god!
While other tribes are still growing hair and drinking blood, my city has been made of bronze and iron, and has thousands of hectares of fertile land.
How come the wolf-eared boy who was just saved casually became king all of a sudden and insisted on me being his queen?
"Sister, the lighter you used to build the city... Seems to be our clan's sacred fire, right?"
