Chapter 1

The title of the next book has been decided—it will be called *I Am Not a Savage*!

This time, we will return to ancient times to witness the lives of our ancestors.

We will see the story of the Yellow Emperor, who, after being reminded by the protagonist, learned to smelt bronze and wielded the Bronze Xuanyuan Sword to chase away the tyrant Chiyou, who rode a giant panda and wielded two stone axes. We will see the cunning of the Flame Emperor and the story of how Xingtian continued to fight even after his head was cut off by the Yellow Emperor.

We will see how the Kua Fu clan chased the sun with the protagonist, and how the daughter of the Flame Emperor was tricked by the protagonist into filling the sea...

We will see how our ancestors struggled to survive in a world overrun by beasts and venomous insects.

We will see how the protagonist watched the birth of Chinese civilization bit by bit.

We will see how the protagonist blew the horn when Cangjie created the characters.

We will see the story of how the protagonist tasted hundreds of herbs to survive and how he started the Chinese tradition of eating everything...

In short, civilization suddenly appeared one morning...

Why write about the primordial era? It's a matter of necessity. Writing about the Tang Dynasty, I was criticized as if a million grass mud horses were galloping through. Writing about the Song Dynasty, I was accused of willingly being a slave. Writing about the Han Dynasty, it was said that the protagonist should have taken away Ajiao from Emperor Wu of Han, humiliated Wei Qing, and trampled Huo Qubing instead of submitting.

Writing about the Ming Dynasty—fuck, I found it to be a huge quagmire—

Writing about the Qing Dynasty? I will never touch that topic in this lifetime.

I really want to write about the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, but unfortunately, there are no readers for it, and there are restrictions on writing it.

I love the Three Kingdoms, but there are so many books about it—over four thousand, damn it, I bet even the Red Hare has been ridden to death.

So, I'm writing about the primordial era, a time without historical records. No one will accuse me of distorting history, right?

I will faithfully use existing myths and legends to write a true history of the primordial era. That should be fine, right?

In this book, the Yellow Emperor is a strong man, Chiyou is a tyrant who rides a panda and acts arrogantly, the Flame Emperor is a cunning old man who likes to incite conflict between young tribal leaders.

Xingtian is a hot-headed guy who likes to fight for justice, the Kua Fu clan is a group of people over two meters tall, and Jingwei is a petty girl.

The protagonist is a guy who dreams of returning to the future to enjoy the fruits of civilization. To make his life more comfortable, he must find his own food, tea, and brew his own wine. If he can't make wine, he'll make vinegar or soy sauce. For a single meal, he racks his brain and endures great hardships.

Being an emperor in this world?

Forget it. Being an emperor is nothing compared to catching some wild boars, slowly domesticating them, castrating them, and finally enjoying a bowl of braised pork.

This is the story. We will find the light in our suffering, smile through our hardships, and find our supreme position in the struggle against nature.

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