It started with a glacial apocalypse, a snowstorm closed the mountains, and I was trapped by four dying human cubs.
Fellow travelers are busy looking for tribes to embrace and fight for supremacy.
As for me, who graduated with a doctorate in archeology, I just want to live with my cubs.
Others eat raw meat, but I teach my cub how to drill wood to make fire;
Others live in animal dens, while I take my cubs to cut down trees and build a house;
While others are still starving, my Zaizai has realized the freedom to hoard food.
Later, more desperate orphans and cubs came to rely on me, and the small cave turned into a large settlement.
Later, we built city walls, established industries, and built city-states, and the everlasting fire of civilization was erected in the once barbaric land.
When the glaciers melted and thousands of tribes came to visit me, they respected me as the "ancestor of civilization."
I looked at the grown-up cubs and just smiled: "At the beginning, I really just wanted to live and raise these little guys."
