Hu Ling transmigrated to 100,000 years ago and woke up as a tribal chieftain who had just died of illness. She had no clothes, no food, and only a phone and a solar charger.
At twenty-five, she was already considered old for her tribe. Before she had time to panic, her period arrived. A tribal girl handed her a bundle of dried moss. Gritting her teeth, she opened her phone. The offline version of Doubao still worked. She typed in her question, and the answer came as a relief.
With Doubao’s guidance, she improved menstrual belts, made hunting traps, gathered medicinal herbs in the mountains, and cleared fields for farming, gradually bringing her endangered tribe back to life. But danger soon followed. The Blackstone Tribe raided their hunting grounds and killed three of her people. Within her own tribe, the grandmothers decided she had violated their ancestral rules and plotted to seize power. Then a plague swept through the river valley, leaving nine out of ten people dead in the surrounding tribes. Only her settlement survived thanks to early isolation. Rumors spread, and twelve chieftains swore a blood oath, assembling eight hundred warriors and vowing to burn this “witch” at the altar.
Honghong stood atop a three-meter-high stone wall and glanced at her phone, whose battery was down to seventeen percent. Doubao displayed a new prompt: It recommends making black powder, using materials available nearby.
She turned and headed for the kiln. This age wanted to bury her, but she would build towering cities here and unite the civilizations of the world.
Doesn't the phone need to be charged?