Xin Zhou wakes amid pain so intense it feels like his heart is tearing apart, and discovers that he has become the leader of a Stone Age tribe.
Looking at his people, whose eyes are full of both admiration and bewilderment, he activates the All-Purpose Craftsman System in his mind.
When the iron cavalry of the Lie Ma Dynasty tramples its neighboring states, they are horrified to discover that this tribe's bows can shoot three hundred paces, and its coarse cloth is even sturdier than iron armor.
More terrifying still, the roar of bellows rises from deep within the forest, while the shadow of a giant iron-winged bird passes overhead.
The enemy marshal trembles as he stares at the rotating lightning tower atop the city wall:
"This is no weapon the Xia Ning should possess!"
Xin Zhou wipes down the six-barreled repeating crossbow he has just finished forging and smiles faintly:
"Don't rush. My land fortress isn't finished yet."
Push it yourself