[Transmigration] [System] [Hardcore Farming] [Primitive Society] [Technological Domination]
Lin Hua, a senior engineer, transmigrated into a primitive tribe.
His coworkers thought he was dead.
The tribe saw him as a burden.
The shaman called him an "evil flame" and wanted to drive him out.
Then a cold snap struck. At thirty degrees below zero, the tribe's braziers went out one after another.
The technology System bound to Lin Hua pointed him toward a solution:
[Build a steam boiler, or everyone will freeze to death]
No machine tools. No materials. No workers.
Alone, he started by mining ore, making charcoal, and smelting iron, and somehow managed to build one.
The tribespeople knelt and called him a divine emissary.
Lin Hua offered no explanation.
Because the things the System gave him were starting to look less and less like "technology"...
Pipes that could transmit the sun's heat.
A forging hammer that could warp gravity.
The "man-eating beast" deep in the ruins, infested with nanomachines.
The place he had transmigrated to wasn't Earth's past.
It was a planet exiled by a galactic civilization.
From here, he would make his way to the sea of stars.
