"Oh, the misery!" On a tall mountain peak, a young man dressed in animal skins let out an occasional sigh.
This young man's name was Gu Chen. His face wasn't overly handsome, but his bronze-toned skin, combined with his messy hair, exuded a raw, primal masculinity.
Gu Chen was secretly miserable. He had originally been a promising young man in the 21st century.
But after falling asleep and waking up, he found himself transmigrated, transformed into a primitive man. Transmigrating was one thing, but why did he have to transmigrate, time and again, to a Savage Wilderness world, and even become the chief of a tribe?
This was a cave on the mountaintop. Gu Chen had gloriously become a primitive man, and foolishly, the chief.
The Savage Wilderness world was a very dangerous place.
Once, as he stood on the mountaintop gazing into the distance, he saw a giant bird of prey carrying a buffalo as large as a bison, flying across the sky. Its wingspan stretched for dozens of meters, a truly terrifying sight.
And another night, from deep within the primeval forest, came an earth-shattering beast roar. A giant beast stood on the mountaintop, howling at the sky. That roar shook Heaven and Earth, making the forest tremble. The memory was still fresh.
There were also all sorts of Savage Wilderness venomous insects, primeval ferocious beasts, and prehistoric creatures! Each and every one was incredibly vicious and brutal, absolutely terrifying.
Gu Chen's tribe was called the Wild Wolf Tribe. The tribe had over a thousand people, and their farming tools and weapons were all made by grinding stone.
During the day, they would either gather fruits or go down to the plains to hunt. Sometimes they would harvest fresh meat. Fortunately, this tribe already knew how to use fire, and their intelligence and physique were not as foolish and ugly as the primitive people he knew from his previous life.
At the foot of the mountain, there was also a small river, where they could go down to catch fish.
However, this primitive tribe still only wore clothes made of leaves, or, for the more advanced, animal skins like Gu Chen was wearing. It was truly a primitive tribe.
"Oh heavens, please strike me with a bolt of lightning and send me back! I want to play on my computer, I want to mess around on my phone, I want to diligently contribute every day, I won't complain about Heaven and Earth anymore!"
Gu Chen shouted at the sky, his face filled with regret and agony. This place was truly uninhabitable. There was nothing he wanted, and he had to spend all day with a noisy bunch of primitive people, which made him almost desperately suicidal.
"Chief, Chief, this is bad!" Just then, a hurried voice reached him, jolting Gu Chen awake.
He looked up and saw a dark-skinned primitive man, dressed in leaves, running towards him. In his hand was a primitive spear, which was just a stick tied to a sharpened stone.
"Little Hei, what's wrong?" Gu Chen sighed, rubbing his forehead, feeling a little annoyed.
This man's name was Hei Tu. Because his skin was darker than average, he was called Hei Tu.
Don't let his dark skin fool you; his build was extremely robust, his physique nearly two meters tall. He looked like a Black Bear, and his voice was especially loud.
He was the tallest and strongest in the tribe. As soon as Gu Chen transmigrated here, he immediately shrewdly chose him to be his personal guard.
Seeing Hei Tu standing before him, panting heavily, Gu Chen said helplessly: "Speak, what's wrong? Is it another tribe attacking, or Savage Beasts?"
"It's, it's neither!" Hei Tu, full of panic, gasped out: "Chief, the old Shaman said that the Sacrificial God in Forbidden Mountain wants us to sacrifice our tribesmen to it again."
As soon as he finished speaking, his face contorted with extreme fear, clearly filled with dread for the name Jì Shén of Forbidden Mountain.
"What?" Gu Chen suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.
Jì Shén was a powerful being worshipped by the tribe, possessing terrifying strength.
Forbidden Mountain, on the other hand, was a peak located about twenty miles behind the tribe.
Every year, the tribe had to offer ten young tribesmen to Jì Shén. Only by doing so could they secure Jì Shén's protection and prevent the tribe from being attacked by the fierce beasts of the Wilderness.
As for what they were taken for, it was obvious: once they went, they would never return.
Realizing this, Gu Chen furiously demanded, "Didn't the old tribal chief already send ten tribesmen half a year ago? The one-year period isn't even up yet, why does it want sacrifices again?"
Half a year ago, precisely when Gu Chen had just transmigrated, the old tribal chief had offered ten young men as sacrifices to Jì Shén.
It was also after that incident that the old tribal chief fell ill and died, and Gu Chen was subsequently elected as tribal chief. He had been racking his brain, trying to figure out how to prevent the next round of sacrifices.
He hadn't expected that only half a year later, Jì Shén would demand sacrifices again!
"No, I don't know," Hei Tu stammered, "the old Shaman returned from Forbidden Mountain with severe injuries, saying Jì Shén was enraged and demanded we bring twenty sacrifices within three days, or it would destroy our Wild Wolf tribe."
Having said that, he immediately knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, his face a mask of terror and unease.
Jì Shén's rage meant the tribe absolutely had to offer tribesmen as sacrifices, otherwise, Jì Shén's wrath could not be appeased.
"Damn it!" Gu Chen gnashed his teeth in fury. As a person from the 21st century, he naturally could not accept the act of using his own tribesmen as sacrifices.
This Jì Shén in Forbidden Mountain, even if it was a god, was an evil god! Damn it, it actually used people as food!
"Little Hei, immediately take me to see the old Shaman. I want to get to the bottom of this."
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Gu Chen immediately stood up, grabbed a stone spear nearby, and headed straight down the mountain.
Hei Tu quickly stood up and led Gu Chen back to the tribe's gathering place. On the open ground, a large number of tribesmen had already gathered.
Everyone was anxious and worried, panic spreading through the crowd. The young tribesmen, in particular, looked utterly despairing, terrified of being chosen as sacrifices for Jì Shén.
The two returned to the front of the mountain caves, where numerous rock shelters, some connected and some independent, served as the tribe's dwellings.
He followed Hei Tu to a small mountain cave where many tribesmen, old and young, men and women, had already gathered, all filled with unease.
"Move aside, everyone, the tribal chief is here!"
Hei Tu led the way, shouting as he pushed through the crowd.
"Tribal Chief!" Seeing Gu Chen appear, the tribesmen immediately bowed respectfully, truly showing considerable reverence for their chief.
Among them were men and women, who quickly made way, but their faces were still filled with unease, still terrified by Jì Shén's demand for sacrifices.
Gu Chen's face was grim as he walked alone to the cave entrance. Inside, a bonfire was lit, and under its glow, an old man wearing animal skins could be seen.
This was the tribe's Shaman, an old man specially responsible for communicating with Jì Shén.
At this moment, the old Shaman was covered in blood, lying in a corner, on the verge of death.
He was dying!