Wild Fire

Landslide, rescue team leader Jiang Ya died in the line of duty. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a wilderness. The giant crow has a wingspan of three meters, the wild boar is covered in bone armor, and the lizard has a thorn blade on its tail - everything here is similar to the world he knows, but it is more than a circle bigger. And the weakest ones are precisely humans. There is no system, no cheats. He was bare-handed, with only a brain of modern knowledge and a pair of hands that refused to admit defeat. Drill wood to make fire. Forged stone blade. Refined kosher salt. Cast bronze. Create text. Create a calendar. He used the soul of a modern man to rekindle the fire of civilization in this ignorant land. People say he came from the fire. But he always remembered the everlasting fire in the rain, and the vague pulse that came from the depths of the earth that night. The world is not simple. And throughout his life, he could only reach the edge of his life experience. From the first fire to the first city. From the first word, to the first country. From the first person who believed in him to the ancestral god that all people look up to. This is a road of no return. And at the end of the road is the birth of a civilization.