Tribal Survival Handbook

Sunny, cheerful bottom x quiet, gentle top

As a travel blogger with a modest online following, Li Wu never imagined that a routine island survival vlog shoot would send him tumbling through a crack in time when he let his guard down for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, his camera was smashed and his phone was gone. In their place stood towering primeval trees that blotted out the sky and strange, unheard-of beasts.

Just as he thought he was about to star in a tragic tale of living alone in the wilderness, a tall, cold-faced man carrying a bone knife, his whole body radiating feral allure, blocked his way.

The man's name was Han Xing, a tribal warrior living on the edge of this primeval forest.

Looking at this strange-dressed wanderer, whose fighting ability was practically zero and who had brought along a baby beast, Han Xing furrowed his brows, but in the end he took him home.

Once they started speaking Mandarin, they got to talking.

Only then did Li Wu realize that he had not only transmigrated, but had also arrived in a primitive beastfolk world with simple, open-minded people! There was no polished rice or flour, no concrete or steel. Every day, the people of the tribe struggled to survive through the most primitive hunting and gathering.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

To make sure he and this aloof "warrior" could enjoy meat at every meal and grain with every dish, Li Wu decided to fend for himself with the help of his space.

No ingredients? Then he'd search everywhere. The appearance of the ingredients had changed? No problem! They'd try them one by one! He'd develop new recipes and put an end to the tribe's monotonous meals of roast meat!

No tools? Then he'd make a hand-pulled cart, an umbrella, and more...

Just as Li Wu was full of energy and getting ready to make a good life for himself in this other world, he unexpectedly ran into another person from modern times in a thriving trade city! No wonder Mandarin was so widespread. So this was where it came from!

Seeing the familiar modern dormitory buildings and glassware, Li Wu was moved to tears. "Meeting a fellow countryman far from home, tears in both our eyes! Come on, hand over your infrastructure-building know-how. Let's grow and prosper together!"

The protagonist has a "spirit" space as his golden finger, but it isn't very important. He survives through his own abilities and instincts. The author is terrible at names and has a terrible memory (often forgetting things), so please bear with the story! Hope you all have a happy day! If you can't keep reading... just turn right as you leave, and please go easy on me!!!!

Completed works on my profile: the primitive survival story Life in the Beast World and the sci-fi fantasy story The Big Shot's Daily Interstellar Card-Making.

Currently serializing: the slice-of-life food story The General's Kitchen Boy and the modern rebirth story Failed to Escape? I Was Reborn, updated every other day.

Coming soon: An Alchemy Maniac?! Me? It's a fantasy cultivation story set in another world. Follow it if you're interested!

Theme: No matter the circumstances, never give up hope of surviving