In the Primordial World, I Lay Low Through the Dragon-Han Tribulation from the Start

When the System dropped me into the Primordial World, the Dragon-Han Cataclysm had just begun.

It warned me over and over: Host, you can't even beat an ant. A single spit from a dragon could kill you.

I was completely terrified, so I fled to the shore of the Eastern Sea and built a humble bamboo hut. Every day, I only dared to catch fish and dig up vegetables to survive.

It wasn't until the Scarlet Dragon Ancestor, who ruled the Eastern Sea, snuck into my fish basket that I discovered it had been struck down to a wisp of its soul by a “pebble” I had tossed aside without thinking.

While dragons, phoenixes, and qilin battled until heaven and earth were shrouded in darkness, I looked down at the pretty pebble I'd just picked up and began wondering whether to steam it or braise it for dinner.