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Despite having spread his influence across the world, Wang Yan focused primarily on three tribes: Caesar, Alexander, and Arthur—each named after great monarchs.
Li Zhan was sent to the Arthur tribe, composed of a brown-skinned race.
The Alexander and Caesar tribes lived in similar environments and had similar ways of life, and they were relatively close to each other. Wang Yan believed he could manage both tribes effectively.
The Arthur tribe, however, resided on another continent. For civilization to progress globally, the entire planet needed to develop together. Allowing only the primitive humans on one continent to rise would be detrimental to the overall balance of the planet.
Thus, the pilot development of the Arthur tribe became Li Zhan's responsibility.
The task Wang Yan set for Li Zhan was simple: popularize the teaching of Mandarin reading and writing. There were no other requirements, and Li Zhan was given a high degree of freedom.
Of course, Wang Yan couldn't arrange much more; he didn't have any more experience in developing primitive tribes than Li Zhan did!
It was like starting a village—the rest was up to the individual to figure out!
We'll see who's better at this game!
Although the yellow race was replaced by a non-chief, Li Zhan did not complain. On the contrary, he accepted the task eagerly.
He was now anxious to avoid Wang Yan and hide within the primitive tribe. Why would he care about skin color and race?
Compared to the unpredictable Wang Yan, he'd rather teach primitive people how to speak!
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After many days of rest, the Caesar tribe was flourishing.
Most of the burns on their left hands had healed, and the magical effect of the badger oil left no scars.
The food supply was plentiful, and the primitive people, who could eat every meal, no longer showed signs of malnutrition. Everyone had healthy, glowing faces and was full of energy. Scenes of reproduction were everywhere in the tribe.
Caesar, along with other tribal leaders and the fifteen selected Fire Warriors, squatted by the fire when they were full, leading a life of indulgence, their bellies nearly bulging.
Their hair, once trimmed by themselves, had grown wild with time. With their rugged, untamed faces, they exuded a raw beauty that outclassed any stylist's work in big cities.
Now, the entire Caesar tribe resembled a documentary on Earth about primitive life—except they were wearing rice bags as clothes. To be precise, they seemed to be starring in a comedic variety show.
But, despite their appearance, they couldn't escape their primitive essence.
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The Alexander tribe hadn't changed much, except that they had switched from drinking blood to eating cooked food.
They still hunted, gathered, and distributed food as any primitive tribe would after discovering fire.
After all, Wang Yan only rewarded them with a bowl of porridge in the beginning and hadn't given them any more food since.
It's worth noting that the Arthur tribe had exchanged diamonds for a significant amount of rice from Wang Yan!
In comparison, the Alexander tribe was the poorest of the three tribes and adhered most closely to the natural laws of development.
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Comparing the three tribes, Wang Yan was most satisfied with the Alexander tribe, as they continued to work and remained self-reliant.
Meanwhile, the Caesar tribe, relying on Wang Yan's favor, had clearly lost their way, becoming more like a group of fanatical religious devotees.
Wang Yan descended to the Caesar tribe.
Caesar and the others immediately ran out of the celebration team and worshipped the great God of Light, thanking Him for the food He had provided.
Looking at these strong and physically capable primitive people who no longer produced anything, Wang Yan's heart sank. It was all his fault!
He couldn't let them continue like this!
If this continued, the primitive people of this tribe might become a failed experiment in the development of civilization.
The Caesar tribe was, after all, like his own children. After so many days, he couldn't just abandon them!
It wasn't too late to change things.
Without hesitation, Wang Yan waved his hand and decisively removed all the supplies that had been accumulated in the square.
The sudden disappearance of their supplies terrified the people of the Caesar tribe. They stopped celebrating, frozen in panic, unsure of what had just happened.
Thud!
As the supplies that supported the entire tribe's livelihood vanished, Caesar felt as if the sky had fallen. The blood drained from his face as he knelt before Wang Yan, trembling and sweating profusely. "Great God of Light, please forgive our sins. Don't take away our food."
God was angry and had punished them.
The Caesar tribe, having become dependent on the God of Light, had altered their survival instincts. In their hearts, nothing was more terrifying than angering the God of Light.
In the blink of an eye, a wave of pleading echoed as everyone knelt before Wang Yan, begging for forgiveness.
Praying for God's mercy!
How had they ended up like this?
Was this really the same group of primitive people who once dared to attack him with stone spears and axes?
Looking at the crowd bowing and pleading before him, Wang Yan grew more and more disappointed. He sighed and asked, "Caesar, tell me, what did you do wrong that requires my forgiveness?"
"We..." Caesar stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He didn't know what he had done wrong.
He replaced Wang Yan's portrait and offered tributes on time every day, distributed food to the people in the tribe, and urged the Flame Warriors to practice diligently...
He believed he was fulfilling his responsibilities!
Caesar looked up at his God of Light in confusion. "God of Light, I don't know what I did wrong!"
Wang Yan frowned and turned to Wu Zhu. "Dougou, what do you think you did wrong?"
"Great God of Light, I memorize the medicine you gave me every day, help the patients in the tribe change their dressings, and practice flame techniques diligently for you every day. I don't know what I did wrong," Wu Zhu replied. Smarter than the patriarch, he first listed his accomplishments to clear himself of blame, then suggested, "Perhaps someone else in the tribe has offended you? Give me some time, and I will find the one responsible and ensure they are punished."
Wu Zhu never missed an opportunity to fight for power and gain, trying to usurp the patriarch's position as Wang Yan's most trusted follower.
With a helpless sigh, Wang Yan turned his gaze to the hunting captain, Hou Yi.
Before Wang Yan could even speak, Hou Yi quickly swore, "Great God of Light, Hou Yi is always ready to serve you. Please forgive us."
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What a failure!
Wang Yan let out a long sigh. Maybe he should have considered the simple-mindedness of primitive people more carefully. He asked, "Caesar, how long has it been since you organized a hunting party to gather food?"
Caesar looked up at Wang Yan and answered with confusion, "It's been a long time. But, God of Light, you've provided us with food, so we don't need to hunt anymore!"
What a compelling reason!
Yes!
You're not wrong; I was wrong!
Wang Yan's mouth twitched involuntarily as he forcibly suppressed his rising temper. He asked, "Caesar, have you ever considered what would happen if I stopped giving you food? What would you do if, like now, all your tribe's food suddenly disappeared?"
"Great God of Light, are you really going to abandon us?" Caesar's eyes trembled with terror.
Hey!
Are we even having the same conversation?
Wang Yan's eyes widened.
It was so difficult to communicate with someone stuck in a juvenile mindset. Wang Yan's face darkened as he yelled, "Caesar, your food is gone. What if your great God of Light never appears again? Tell me, what will you do? How will your tribe and your people survive?"
"Abandoned by God!" Patriarch Caesar glanced timidly at Wang Yan, his eyes unfocused. After a moment of thought, he said, as if he had lost everything, "Great God of Light, you are our faith. If you abandon us, we will have no reason to continue living..."
Heavens!
There's no hope!
If you don't support us, we'll die.
What kind of logic is this?
Wang Yan covered his forehead in frustration. At this moment, he really wanted to walk away and never deal with this group of neurotic individuals again!
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