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"Boss, please reconsider..." Li Zhan tried to reason with Wang Yan one last time.
But Wang Yan, who had run out of patience, was in no mood for further discussion. With a single thought, he opened another space portal right beside Li Zhan. With a light push, he sent the unsuspecting Li Zhan into another world.
In the next second, Li Zhan found himself alone in a desolate desert.
The sun was scorching, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The temperature in the desert during the day soared to 50 degrees Celsius. Within five minutes, Li Zhan was in full panic mode!
"Boss, I was wrong! Let me out of here!"
Li Zhan shouted desperately into the empty sky.
In the desert, he couldn't even figure out which way was north, south, east, or west.
He was terrified.
At that moment, Li Zhan clearly realized his position and remembered the terror of being under Wang Yan's control.
Although he had started calling Wang Yan "Boss," he wasn't truly an employee of Wang Yan.
This wasn't Earth; there were no labor protection laws, no police to call.
In front of Wang Yan, he had no rights.
Occasional suggestions were fine, but trying to influence Wang Yan's decisions was like hanging yourself—you're just asking for trouble!
Li Zhan slapped his forehead in frustration, reviewing his experience and lessons learned. The best way for him to survive was to obey Wang Yan's orders and flatter the boss whenever possible!
"Boss, I know I was wrong. I admit it. I shouldn't have hesitated when faced with challenges. Please, you're generous—let me out of here!"
"Even though I don't speak the same language as the brothers in the primitive tribe, I will do my best to help them develop their civilization. I won't be lazy, avoid my duties, abandon my post, or give up..."
"I'll be loyal and dedicated, a good servant to the brothers of the primitive tribe until my last breath..."
"Boss, please use your powers! I know I was wrong! It's too hot here, and with the time difference of one to thirty, if I stay here much longer, I might die..."
"I don't want to die yet; I still want to dedicate my limited life to the great cause of primitive civilization..."
He kept calling out to Wang Yan, but received no response. Li Zhan was truly desperate.
You don't appreciate what you have until it's gone.
No matter how primitive the society was, it was better than being stuck in an uninhabited desert. At least there, there were mountains, rivers, forests, and a bunch of primitive people!
There was no worry about food or water!
But here, in this barren desert, there was nothing but sand.
He would die here!
With no idea which direction to go, Li Zhan stripped off his clothes, wrapped them around his head, and found a bit of shade beside a hill, hoping to wait out Wang Yan's anger.
One thing he was sure of: Wang Yan wouldn't let him die easily, because Wang Yan's money was still in his account!
Bored, Li Zhan looked out over the endless desert and sang to himself: "Primitive society is good, primitive society is good, men and women in primitive society run around naked..."
Unintentionally, by banishing Li Zhan to the desert, Wang Yan's thoughts cleared up.
He could open multiple portals at once!
So what was he worried about?
With a thought, Wang Yan opened four space portals in the four directions—east, west, south, and north—surrounding all the supplies and primitive people.
It was like a cage; no matter which direction anyone went, they could only return to his world.
This time, Wang Yan no longer had to worry about the primitive people running off.
Then, Wang Yan returned to his world. From the Caesar and Arthur tribes, he gathered a large number of primitive people to help carry the supplies.
Soon enough, hundreds of miles and thousands of miles away, primitive people from three different tribes, who might never have met in their lifetimes, were suddenly brought together in a small warehouse on Earth.
"Kill!" cried the Alexander tribe.
"Hmm, rumbling!" responded the Arthur tribe.
"...%￥&...(&&&..." muttered the Caesar tribe.
The makeshift carrying teams from the three tribes met for the first time and immediately clashed. They stared at each other, tried to communicate in their strange languages, and chaos ensued.
War was imminent.
"Oh God, what is happening?"
Seeing the conflict, Wang Yan was stunned.
His original plan was to have the young men from the three tribes work together to improve efficiency. He never expected this outcome when they met!
Moreover, the three tribes had three entirely different languages.
Before, when Wang Yan used spiritual resonance to communicate with them, he hadn't noticed this.
Now that he had lost the spiritual resonance, he realized that even the primitive world didn't have a unified language.
It made sense; after all, even on Earth, dialects and languages vary from place to place. Not to mention, each country has its own language! How could the primitive tribes, just entering the Stone Age, have a unified language?
Each tribe likely created its own language!
Damn it!
It was imperative to unify their writing and language; otherwise, there would be no way to advance civilization!
He couldn't escape the challenge of language! Wang Yan sighed inwardly.
But the immediate problem was to resolve the current conflict. He couldn't let them start a war!
He reopened two space portals, sending the Caesar and Arthur tribes back to his world, leaving only the Alexander tribe to continue carrying the supplies.
Finally, Wang Yan checked the warehouse's lock. After ensuring that no outsiders could get in, he passed through the space portal and returned to the Caesar tribe.
In the Caesar tribe.
Patriarch Caesar, thinking he had been abandoned, knelt before Wang Yan, his face full of despair and frustration. "Great God of Light, your light shines upon the Earth. As your people, it's not our place to question you, but please, tell me—have you decided to abandon the Caesar tribe? Are we not good enough?"
Behind Caesar, the supply-carrying team he had just mobilized was lined up, kneeling on the ground like mourners at a funeral.
It wasn't surprising they felt this way. They had always believed they were the only tribe favored by the God of Light!
Who would have thought that when God asked them to deliver supplies, they would see two other tribes doing the same work?
And when they questioned each other, God sent them back!
It was like someone who always thought they were the only child, only to discover one day that their father had several other illegitimate children—and those illegitimate children were treated even better! Who wouldn't collapse under that realization?
The primitive people of the Caesar tribe were instantly shattered!
What kind of logic was this?
Seeing Caesar crying and waiting for an explanation, Wang Yan had a headache. He decided to assert his divine authority: "Caesar, I don't need to explain anything to you. Now, get the team organized and move the supplies immediately. No more trouble, or I'll cut off all supplies to your tribe."
Cutting off supplies was the most effective threat—being truly abandoned by God was terrifying!
Caesar definitely didn't want that to happen. At this point, how could he continue to argue about who was the favorite child? He quickly responded and got up to rally his team.
Then, Wang Yan traveled to the Arthur tribe. After giving them the same treatment, he sent them back to Earth to serve as porters.