While others transmigrated into sword immortals and godlike warriors, Lin Bei transmigrated into a cripple abandoned by his tribe thirty thousand years ago.
With a sprained ankle and a gash in his leg, he lay in an ice cave waiting to die. His people had taken everything when they left: fire, weapons, food. They left him nothing. In their eyes, someone who couldn't walk didn't deserve to live.
But Lin Bei managed to start a fire in the freezing cave, where temperatures had dropped to minus forty degrees, using a piece of flint he dug out of the rubble and a broken bone.
He awakened the “Civilization Flame” System. Flame points could unlock every basic skill of human civilization: language and communication, toolmaking precision, cooperation, and construction techniques.
It all began with one person, one fire, and one cave.
He took in the first abandoned woman, gathered the first group of hunters who had become separated from their tribe, established the tribe's first rule, and won its first battle to defend its territory.
While other tribes still relied on instinct to survive, his already had divisions of labor, language, and rules.
When mammoth herds headed north, saber-toothed tigers moved south, and the Ice Age cold swept across the continent, every tribe was on the run.
Only his tribe built the first true settlement in human history.
The people who had once been his tribe came looking for him, hoping to join.
Lin Bei stood before the tribe's palisade, looking at the chieftain who had once said, “Leave him to die.”
“Back then, you left me to die. Now, I make the rules in my tribe.”
This was the beginning of human civilization.
And that beginning was a fire kindled in an ice cave by someone who had been abandoned.
