I, Li Tian, traveled to primitive society and was bound to the civilization lighthouse system.
After working hard to make the first glass bottle, Chief Huya took it and bumped it, grinning: "This piece of shit, even as a chamber pot, it hurts my butt!"
OK! You are noble! You are amazing!
Until the day of the enemy attack, I smashed a bottle and the enemy was stunned. The broken glass cut many throats, and the reflection blinded their eyes. The unlucky guy screamed and fell into the fire, and was burned alive into a human-shaped torch.
The next day, the wizard from the enemy tribe knelt in front of me, holding the blood-stained glass shards, trembling all over: "Sir... Please tell us, how to make this kind of weapon... That can harm the gods?"
I fell silent.
Later, I used nitrate, disulfide, and charcoal to blow up the coalition positions. They called this the "Thunder Sound of Heaven's Punishment."
Until the system pops up a prompt:
"It has been detected that there are relics of pre-era civilization on the plane."
I stared at the group of primitive people kneeling devoutly below, and suddenly realized——
The "fallen gods" in the myths they worship might be the last batch of time travellers.
And I am becoming the next one.
Hello author, what a shame [laughs awkwardly]