We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 7 A Different Kind of "God"

Pretending to be a deity or a ghost seems to be the best way to gain power from these ignorant primitive people and make them obey him.

Of course, one cannot act as this "god" oneself.

I have no "superpowers" and am just a person of flesh and blood.

Once exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So what if we fabricate one?

If you wanted primitive people to do something, you only needed to say that it was "God's" will.

It may seem feasible, but it still harbors numerous hidden dangers.

For example, various dogmas can accumulate like a mountain of code, and with the development of productivity, they may even conflict with each other.

Moreover, these primitive people will not remain ignorant forever; the advancement of civilization cannot be accomplished by a single person.

When we have the means in the future, we will definitely make sure they learn something.

How will we explain the existence of "God" then?

Furthermore, there are even greater dangers, such as the usurpation of divine authority…

Anyway, you're conveying God's will. What if others also claim to be able to convey it?
Xia Minghao pondered for a long time, but ultimately rejected the idea.

What can we do then?
This so-called shortcut seems to be a dead end...

Just as Xia Minghao was pondering, Xima walked over.

The worry on her face was even more serious than before.

This fear stems from the terror passed down from ancestors about tribes that possessed totems.

On the way back to the cave, suspicions about Xia Minghao continued to fester.

Now, she decided to ask this man, who had only joined a day ago, directly where he came from.

"You, what are you trying to fool me about? Where are you?"

Awakened by the monotonous syllables of Hima, Xia Minghao raised his head in a daze.

You, did you understand?

What does "哄嘛" mean?
I'd never heard of this when I talked to Xia before.

"Why coax me?"

Xia Minghao raised his voice and asked Hima.

Hima understood the man's confusion. She first pointed to the campfire, then took Xia Minghao's hand and led him around the cave, pointing to almost everything in the cave she could find.

There was a haystack where people slept, a woodpile for storing dry branches, and a pile of stone tools.

Xia Minghao stroked his chin and pondered for a while.

Clearly, Hima wasn't referring to a cave.

Does "哄嘛" mean home?
"How about you coax me? Is that how it works?"

I tried to mimic eating and sleeping, and even gave an empty hug.

Seeing Hima nod after thinking for a moment, Xia Minghao guessed that he had learned a new word.

She was asking me where my home is...

Home……

It wasn't that he was immersed in memories of the past, but rather that Xia Minghao suddenly thought of a better path than creating a god!

Once the idea emerged, it quickly took root and sprouted.

If you were to depict a world to them...

A utopian world with highly developed productivity and abundant material life.

This gave the primitive people a common goal to strive for, which greatly stimulated their initiative.

More importantly, it made these primitive people realize that they could lead them to a future like this world!

Let us work together for such a world.

After mentally organizing the vocabulary of the primitive language, Xia Minghao looked at Xima, and the woman and children still lingering by the fire, eating fish bones with relish.

“My tribe is far away and different from here.”

"There's an endless supply of food there, an endless supply of Reba."

The simple sound of "eat" seemed like a spell, drawing the attention of everyone inside the cave.

The women, who were happily sharing their food, stopped talking and fell silent.

Everyone looked at Xia Minghao, waiting for him to continue.

"Not just fish, but also meat, do you know what meat is?"

Xia Minghao thought for a moment and then used a twig to roughly outline the shape of a sheep on the ground.

Whether it was a drawing that didn't resemble anything, or whether these primitive people had never seen anything like it before, everyone's faces were filled with bewilderment.

Seeing this, Xia Minghao once again exhausted all his "artistic talent" and drew a chicken on the ground.

This time, however, they understood, and Xia immediately exclaimed.

"Crunch!"

"Eat up! Yes, eat up! My home has so many eggs that we can't possibly eat them all!"

The meat of this land creature is far richer in fat than that of blackfish, and it will naturally become even more delicious after being grilled.

Even though everyone is full now, they can't resist the urge to eat.

When the trees were just sprouting leaves, memories of eating meat in the tribe immediately flooded the minds of the women and children, prompted by Xia Minghao.

Everyone couldn't help but lick their lips.

"It's not just about eating katsu, there's more."

At this point, Xia Minghao felt it still wasn't enough.

There is a lack of truly compelling evidence to prove that this utopian world actually exists.

Yeah, is this evidence hard to find? It's all over your body!
"Yes, clothes!"

"Look at my clothes!"

Xia Minghao unzipped his windbreaker, revealing his quick-drying shirt and the inner lining of the windbreaker.

"You guys, touch this, this is called clothes."

“One. Ga.”

"Xi. Fa."

The women, looking at the clothes under Xia Minghao's down jacket, unconsciously started repeating the pronunciation Xia Minghao had just made.

Although their pronunciation wasn't perfect, this was indeed the first Chinese word they learned.

After Eve ate the apple, she covered her body with fig leaves as clothes.

Now, these women from primitive society are opening the door to a new world through clothing.

The feel of the quick-drying shirts and the inner lining of the windproof jackets amazed everyone who touched them.

Hima touched the lining of the windbreaker, and her hand couldn't leave it.

They once had animal skins, but they rotted away quickly.

But even a freshly ripped animal hide wouldn't feel like what you're touching now.

The hand that had already touched him didn't leave, and the hand that hadn't touched him kept coming closer. Xia Minghao was so surrounded that even the light from the campfire couldn't shine in.

"Hey, hey, don't touch me down there!"

Gradually, several hands moved lower and lower, and Xia Minghao hurriedly called out.

Hima immediately realized what was happening and began to disperse the women and children.

She's finally at ease now.

Hearing Xia Minghao's story, it was completely different from those tribes that had totem gods.

There's no endless supply of Reba and Chika there, but this man's humma does.

There were no animal hides there that were called "clothes," but the clothes were on this man's body.

Then, Xia Minghao's next sentence caused Hima and everyone else to show expressions they had never seen before.

"I can take you to my home, my place!"

"With an endless supply of Reba and Chika, everyone can have clothes like these!"

(End of this chapter)