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C2201 Person

A group of humans died, and only after being injured by half did they barely kill a vicious beast. They ate the fierce beasts, and they ate them raw, biting and biting like wild beasts. They even fought over a piece of fat meat, and one of them bit the other to death while the other humans turned a blind eye.

Suddenly, a pair of feet stepped onto the wilderness.

These two feet, wore a pair of shoes.

Although it was made from tattered fur and all sorts of weeds, it was indeed a pair of shoes.

This was a scrawny, short, dirty human.

Although he was small and weak, his eyes were filled with determination and indescribable anger. As he stared at the human who had just eaten a fat piece of meat and killed his companion, he became incomparably furious, extremely furious!

In the end, an instinct that did not belong to him defeated everything. Ignoring his own weakness, he used a slightly fine stone spear he made himself to stab that person to death!

The scene became ethereal, empty.

Who knew how much time had passed.

In a cave, he wore thick beast skin all over his body, and beside him was a spear made of coarse copper. This spear was placed on top of a bonfire, and it was wearing a piece of meat.

However, he did not look at the barbecue; he even forgot that there was a piece of meat beside him. His gaze was fixed on a bird's nest in front of him.

He was fascinated, and his demeanor was one of enjoyment. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew over, and he frantically reached out his hand to block the cold.

Crack!

The eggshell shattered.

A hairless, pink, strange bird hatched from the eggshell.

He stood up excitedly and started dancing. He had stolen this bird's nest. It was already the hundreds of nests he had stolen. He had served it for more than ten days and finally hatched it!

He was extremely excited, but he could not express it. He seemed to understand how life was born, but he could not describe it. He was very anxious, and even somewhat in pain.

At first, he seemed to be drawing a picture of how he had stolen the nest and then hatched the strange bird.

However, he was stunned. Because the painting could only describe reality, he was unable to express his inner thoughts and feelings. Thus, he stretched out his hand and tremblingly wrote down a strange symbol.

It was a symbol that only he could understand, and each time he drew a symbol, he gave it a meaning in his mind.

He wrote hundreds of symbols in one breath.

He suddenly realized that he had created something unprecedented.

Not a mural.

Instead … Text.

Another few years passed.

He was already old.

The humans of this era, because they could not eat their fill and were not clothed properly, had to face many natural disasters and man-made disasters, as well as the destruction of other living creatures, so their lifespan was very short. Right now, even though he was almost forty, he was still in high spirits and in the eyes of the surrounding Human Race, he could already be considered an old man.

In his knowledge, the people of the tribe finally began to try to raise some animals instead of hunting them.

At the same time, a few houses made of mud and hay appeared under his tutelage.

He was sitting in front of his house, polishing a bronze equipment. It was a dagger, but from time to time, he would raise his head to look at the dirt in the bowl. There were new sprouts growing out from the dirt; it was young berries.

There was a sudden howl!

At one end of this small tribe, many people were fleeing in panic. It was a monster with many spikes that had appeared to kill the humans here.

The human who was frantically running away was stunned for a moment, and hesitated a little. Although he was still scared, he no longer ran away, but turned around, picked up all kinds of stone knives and stone axes, and stared at the monsters.

He whistled.

Three strange, steel-like birds descended from the sky. Each of them had the body of an ox. They landed beside him and began howling at the monsters.

These three strange birds were the birds that he personally hatched many years ago.

After the appearance of the three large birds, Human Race was suddenly filled with courage. They gathered together and attacked the monsters, and in the end, killed the monster that was invincible!

Everyone lifted him up, shouting loudly and excitedly.

Time flew by quickly.

In a forest.

Over ten robust men, who were riding on horse-like mounts and wearing clothing made from beast fur and teeth, galloped through the forest.

Behind their backs were copper spears, their horses, and wooden longbows. On their foreheads, there was even a kind of paint-drawn rune. Compared to the savages and prehistoric lands around them, they were out of place, displaying an aura that had never appeared before.

Swiftly rushing through the forest, their vision suddenly widened. It was a river, and beside the river, there were many naked people holding wooden sticks, looking filthy, ugly, and frail looking Human Race, a total of more than a hundred people. However, when they saw the dozen burly men holding onto bronze artifacts, they revealed an extremely terrified and terrifying expression.

As for these ten or so Knights, they looked at these one hundred people. Their faces were expressionless as they spread out to the sides, opening up a path.

A few wild beasts pulled a small wooden carriage and approached.

A dozen burly men immediately jumped down and knelt on both sides.

Atop the wooden carriage, it was him.

He had already lived to the age of seventy, and in this era of savages, his Human Race was only at the average age of ten or so. He was practically worshipped as a type of natural deity, and the moment he appeared, these hundred odd plus odd people who had yet to be enlightened, the frail and wild Human Race had already dissipated, leaving only a trace of resistance as they knelt down.

He walked in front of the leader with over a hundred Human Race, extended a hand, and gently caressed his forehead, revealing a kind smile. Then, he handed the two items over to the leader.

A pure bronze sword.

And three plump and rich seeds.

The leader's hand trembled, he held the sword and the seed, and he wept and kissed the back of his foot.

Time passed quickly.

He was almost a hundred years old!

Lying on the bed, his breathing grew weaker and weaker.

In this stone house, there were many brawny men wearing beast skins and holding iron weapons. Their bodies were covered with scars.

On each of their foreheads, there was a symbol that represented their tribe.

Every single person was the leader of a tribe.

There were more than a hundred of them.

They knelt on the ground, crying miserably.

Outside the room.

And there were countless Human Race s, all crying silently!

However, he was very calm. He stretched out his hand to caress the face of a child beside him, revealing a satisfied smile.

The leaders of the tribes stepped forward and uttered a few words in obscure syllables.

These words belonged to the syllables of countless eras, but in the next moment, Meng Fan understood the heritage in his blood.

"Please, leave us some things to worship."

He looked at the tribal leaders and opened his mouth as well.

"I am the same as you. I shouldn't be worshipped."

In short, it was completely ordinary.

All the leaders were dumbfounded.

Same...

"Then …" A leader asked anxiously, "What are we?"

He was suddenly stunned.

He then extended a finger.

He touched his saliva and wrote a note on a nearby rock that was used to store food.

Person.

His arm hung down.

He left peacefully.

The leaders cried bitterly. All the Human Race s cried bitterly. Even the children that were a few years old began to cry bitterly.

Finally, one of the leaders wiped away his tears and picked up a stone. However, he discovered that the words on the stone did not disappear. Instead, they were imprinted onto it.

He picked up the rock, went outside the house, and held it high.

Countless Human Race s kneeled.

Sacrifice.

His body began to shatter.

He was like a stone, turning to dust.

But after the dust, there was nothing.

From the dust, an ethereal object rose.

It was a strand of his soul.

This wisp of soul should have dissipated into the heavens and earth.

But because of the countless Human Race's most pious sacrifices and most painful memories, they did not disappear, and did not disappear!

He had left his physical body and seen too many Human Race in the air, as well as something that could not be seen with the naked eye.0

In the underworld, there were some Laws that filled the world, and there was a faint trace of origin energy there!

He was so excited that he was like a child, constantly waving his spirit body, trying to grasp these laws and touch these energies. He thought that he had already understood everything in this world and understood everything, but he suddenly realized that he was still so childish, there were still countless unknown things in this world, and he was no longer safe. He began to miss this world, and then he also began to fear, because he suddenly realized, under the invisible power, his blood clan was so weak, so weak that they could not even withstand a single blow!

It was as if everything he had worked so hard to create would disappear in the blink of an eye! It was erased by various forces!

He saw that this woman was just pregnant and that the piece of flesh had yet to take shape. He used all of his strength to force the last sliver of his soul into the woman's stomach.

Ten months passed.

The Human Race was still offering sacrifices to him and also following the life he had created. The Human Race had activated its wisdom, so even without him, it would still continue to move forward and challenge him.

On this day, this woman gave birth to a child.

The moment the child was born, he did not cry and actually used his tender feet to stand up. While everyone was shocked yet did not dare to stop him, he walked back to the place where he died in his previous life and extended his tender hands to caress a stone tablet.

There was only one word on the stone monument.

Person.

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