The System tells me to livestream for the entertainment of primitive people, but I turn around and build an empire with infrastructure projects.
A sacrifice to the heavens from the start? I pull out a lighter and proclaim myself a god!
While the other tribes still eat raw meat and drink blood, my city has bronze and iron, and thousands of acres of fertile fields.
But why has the wolf-eared boy I rescued on a whim suddenly become a king and insisted that I be his empress?
“Big Sis, that lighter you used to start the city… isn’t it my tribe’s sacred flame?”
