After transmigrating into a primitive tribe, Qin Chuan opened his eyes to a desperate situation. The tribe had only thirty people left, all elderly, weak, sick, or disabled. His father was gravely injured and unconscious, and the Blackstone Tribe next door would come to annex them in three days.
Luckily, he awakened the [Eye of Civilization].
While others were still farming with fire and stone, he had already grown crops.
While others still ate raw meat and drank blood, he had already smelted iron.
While others were still fighting among themselves, he had already built the first city-state.
The Blackstone Tribe mocked him for digging in the dirt?
Three days later, their corpses hung from the city walls.
The demon army was at the gates, intent on treating humanity like two-legged sheep?
A month later, the Fox Princess was his honored guest.
The Central Plains Dynasty sent divine envoys to demand that they obediently offer sacrifices?
Qin Chuan looked up at the divine projection in the sky and smiled.
“Our people have come this far from a tribe of thirty, and it was never thanks to gods or emperors.”
When the Myriad Worlds Ranking Tournament began and civilizations from across the heavens descended, those lofty gods and superior races finally realized that this lowly civilization, risen from the wilderness, was ready to flip the entire universe's table.
Farming, construction, raising armies, conquest.
It took me only three hundred years to go from a primitive tribe to the overlord of the heavens.
