What could be more terrifying than encountering a group of barbarians?
It is a group of starving, desperate barbarians.
Out of pity, poor Wang Yan once again underestimated the primal instincts of the primitive people in the cave.
The aroma of roasted chicken filled the cave, wafting through the air like a feast prepared for kings. But Wang Yan barely had time to speak before the closest of the primitive people, acting with lightning speed, had knocked him to the ground. They tore open the massive package he was carrying, launching a shameless plunder.
In the blink of an eye, the package, once full of cooked food, was emptied. Wang Yan lay on the cold ground, shock paralyzing him as he processed what had just happened.
What was going on?
Wasn't he here to save these suffering souls?
How had he ended up being robbed instead?
Who had rewritten the script?
It was all so unreasonable!
Is this really how a savior should be treated?
Damn it! These barbarians! These pigs!
He regretted ever feeling sympathy for them!
As Wang Yan struggled to process the chaos, he noticed the primal frenzy overtaking the cave. The primitive people, draped in bark and grass, fought savagely over the food, willing to harm their own kin for an extra morsel. Any semblance of tribal rules had evaporated in the face of their overwhelming hunger. They were faced with a delicacy they had never imagined, let alone tasted.
In the chaos, the young and strong fought fiercely, while the elderly and women could only huddle at the edges, trembling in fear, powerless to protect themselves. Wang Yan watched as a starving child, barely seven or eight years old, reached for a piece of meat that had fallen to the ground. Just as the child brought it to his lips, a tall, strong young man kicked him aside, snatching the food away without a second thought.
The raw law of the jungle played out before Wang Yan's eyes.
Unforgivable!
He had been wrong—wrong to extend the standards of the civilized world to these not-yet-civilized beings.
Sympathy and compassion had no place here. He should never have considered these people as human.
God was angry.
Bloodshot eyes glared as Wang Yan's rage surged. He had to put a stop to this disgraceful behavior.
If they couldn't even uphold basic rules and order, how could they ever hope to develop any form of civilization?
Crack!
Wang Yan's swinging stick struck the arm of the nearest primitive man without mercy.
The man screamed as the half-eaten chicken leg fell from his grip. Rather than retaliate, he scrambled to retrieve the food, desperation driving him to ignore the pain.
"Eat! Go on, eat! Did I give you permission to steal my things?" Wang Yan's fury only grew as he watched the man's actions. The stick lashed out again, this time harder. The man yelped, trying to avoid the blows, but soon collapsed, unconscious, still clutching half of the chicken leg in his mouth.
One down!
But Wang Yan didn't stop. He stormed deeper into the cave, swinging his stick with precision, striking down every primitive man who was fighting over food.
Outside, the wind howled and rain pounded the earth. Inside, the cave echoed with the screams of those struck by Wang Yan's relentless stick. The elderly, women, and children watched in stunned silence as Wang Yan unleashed his fury.
"You dare to steal from me?"
"You incorrigible fools!"
"Do you have no respect for the old and the young?"
"Ignorant, stupid, all of you! I can't pity you!"
With each word, Wang Yan's stick enforced order through violence.
Severe problems require severe solutions. Now was not the time for mercy. If he didn't establish his authority now, future policies would be impossible to enforce.
This time was different from the last. The primitive men were weakened by hunger, and none had the strength to fight back against Wang Yan's swinging stick.
Within moments, Wang Yan had reduced the once savage horde to a pitiful mass, crying and screaming on the ground. Those who could still move rolled in agony, their defiance shattered.
Wang Yan had seen the power of his swinging stick before, so he knew just how much force to apply—enough to hurt, but not to break bones.
After striking down seven or eight of them, the primitive people finally began to understand what was happening. Their ferocity returned, fueled by desperation. Those who had been fighting over food now banded together, picking up their crude stone spears and axes, forming a defensive line as they would when hunting prey. With a united howl, they charged at Wang Yan.
They remembered their previous defeat and believed that by working together, they could overcome him.
But Wang Yan was no longer the same. Last time, he had been unfamiliar with his powers.
But now, as the master of a planet, endowed with supernatural abilities, he was invincible. There would be no repeat of past mistakes.
He teleported effortlessly, dodging their attacks and striking back with precision.
In the face of his teleportation, their attempt at a siege was futile. Wang Yan was untouchable, his immortal body making him invincible. The swinging stick in his hand was more than enough; he didn't even need the high-voltage shock device he carried.
Violence was in his bones. Last time, these savages had humiliated him, stripping him of his godly dignity. But not this time.
Like a tiger among sheep, Wang Yan dominated the battlefield. On this planet, he was the supreme being, unbound by laws or morals. Here, he could fully unleash his power.
Bit by bit, the remaining primitive people's will broke. They dropped their weapons and fled the cave, realizing they were no match for this unstoppable force.
But Wang Yan wasn't done. He blocked their escape, brandishing his stick to force them back inside.
In their eyes, Wang Yan had become a demon. They huddled together in terror, completely submissive, no longer daring to fight over the scattered food.
Wang Yan finally stopped, panting from the physical exertion. He had conquered the entire tribe single-handedly, and it felt good. There was something exhilarating about wielding godlike power.
So, this was the satisfaction that came from domination.
To hell with enlightenment!
In the end, might makes right!
Tucking away his stick, Wang Yan climbed onto a stone bench and, in a disdainful tone, asked, "Do you know you were wrong?"
He knew they didn't understand his words, but he asked anyway. Wang Yan couldn't help but feel a tinge of resentment.
Countless novels and movies had led him to believe that Chinese was the universal language. But clearly, it wasn't.
Still, even if they didn't understand his language, the principle of respecting power was universal. Especially for these primitive people, still lost in ignorance.
The cave fell silent.
A tall, sturdy man with two pheasant tail feathers in his hair stepped forward. Slowly, he knelt at Wang Yan's feet, bowing his head in submission.
One by one, the others followed, including the man who had performed the ritual earlier, his face painted with oil.
Then another, and another…
Soon, every primitive person in the cave, even those injured by Wang Yan, bowed their heads in surrender.