On the 300th day after the wreckage of the interstellar battleship crashed on the wild planet, Jing Ye finally realized that the so-called "glory of interstellar civilization" was not even a joke in the daily life of digging wood to make fire and avoiding prehistoric behemoths.
He was once the most inconspicuous communications officer in the Federation fleet. In a battle that was called a "tactical feint" by senior officials, but was actually a cannon fodder to death, he became the only survivor. He transformed the parts of the crashed battleship into hunting traps, the interstellar lingua franca manual became the most useless toilet paper, and the military compressed biscuits he carried with him had long since become the dessert of prehistoric monitor lizards.
What's even more outrageous is that the aboriginal people on this planet, a group of primitive people wearing animal skins and wielding stone axes, actually regarded the smoking wreckage of his warship as a "mountain god who can thunder." They brought wild fruits to offer sacrifices, but when they discovered that Jingye could only roast rabbits and could not control the wind and rain, they looked disappointed and regarded him as the "stupid son" of the Shanshen family.
When the interstellar alliance's pursuit signal pierced the sky again, Jing Ye looked at the primitive tribe beside him holding stone axes and shouting "charge", and suddenly felt that this interstellar war might have been an absurd farce from the beginning. What he wants to do is not to regain the glory of civilization, but to lead this group of "mountain god believers" to use stone axes and battleship wreckage to play a black joke on the superior interstellar bosses that will be recorded in the history of the interstellar.
