The Primitive People Were Stunned

Wang Hao has no desire to become a tribal chief. He wants to ride instead of walk, use a computer for entertainment, and cook with a microwave. If enemies show up, he wants to take them out with planes and tanks.

Luckily, with the System, it seems his wishes might actually come true.

“I really am not a god, and this isn't an invulnerable heavenly soldier. It's just a stupid robot. I've made it practice saying, ‘Boss, tea or coffee?’ in a Sichuan accent tens of thousands of times, and it still hasn't learned.”

“This isn't a mount from heaven, just a dirt bike I took out for fun. Damn it, how many times do I have to say it? It doesn't eat meat! Who stuffed meat into its gas tank this time?”

Now Wang Hao has a new wish. He wants to see the dumbfounded looks on the faces of the primitive people in his territory when he has a cigarette in his mouth, drives a tank, and blasts two gluttonous Titans to bits.