I've been transported to the orc continent.

My head hurts so much, it feels like a red-hot iron rod is churning inside my head, it hurts so much I want to bang my head against the wall.

Bai Ling kept his eyes tightly shut, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He gripped the object beneath him tightly with both hands, his eyelids as if glued shut, unable to open them no matter what he did.

Someone approached him and fed him something. The moment it entered his mouth, Bai Ling almost jumped up.

It was bitter, sour, astringent, and numbing—a complex and strange taste that was hard to describe. The taste hit him right in the head, which actually relieved some of the pain.

With his head throbbing less, Bai Ling's memories began to return. It turned out he had transmigrated, and transmigrated for a full eighteen years.

In his past life, he was hit and killed by an out-of-control car while crossing the street on his way home from work, and then he was transported to the world of orcs.

His body was already eighteen years old. Before he regained his memories, he was always in a daze, like a little fool.

A few days ago, he went out to collect things with the children of his tribe. He was hit on the head by a rock that rolled down the mountain. When he was rescued, he was barely breathing and barely survived.

However, he also benefited from the misfortune, regaining his memory and remembering his past life.

In this world, some wild beasts can transform into humans; they are called orcs. Orcs live by hunting and gathering, and their civilization is probably in the Stone Age. Orcs usually live together in tribes.

Orcs are divided into male and female orcs. Both male and female orcs have the appearance of men and can freely transform between beast and human forms.

Bai Ling is a male white lion beastman. His father is a white lion beastman, his father is a white wolf beastman, and he also has a younger brother who is a male white wolf beastman.

*

Bai Ling slowly got up. He had been sleeping on and off for the past few days, and his head wasn't hurting as much anymore. He leaned against the wall and slowly walked out, stopping at the doorway and looking up at the outside.

The weather is great today. The sky is so blue it looks like it's been washed clean, with a few white clouds floating in the sky. The distant mountains are lush and green, appearing even more clear and lofty under the blue sky and white clouds.

The houses in the tribe are all made of mud walls covered with hay and animal skins. The roofs are all kinds of strange shapes and colors. Against the backdrop of the blue sky, they look like unconventional postmodern works of art.

A man was processing game in the yard. He was naked from the waist up and wearing an animal skin skirt from the waist down. He was squatting there processing the wild animal meat.

He is Feng, Bai Ling's father in this life, a female white wolf beastman.

Feng turned around when he heard the sound and saw that it was his eldest son. He quickly put down what he was doing and stood up, saying with concern, "Ling, why are you up? Go lie down quickly."

He wiped his hands on the animal skin skirt and reached out to take his son's hand.

Before Bai Ling regained her memories, she was a little fool who didn't understand anything and couldn't speak anything. No matter what she did, she needed someone to guide her.

Even so, Feng and his partner Cang did not want to abandon their child. On the contrary, because the child was different from other beastmen, they loved their child even more.

Bai Ling obediently let his father hold his hand. His father's hands were large, and due to years of hard work, his palms were covered with rough calluses. His warm hands pulled Bai Ling's hand and led him into the house.

Knowing his son wouldn't respond, Feng still spoke to him in a consultative tone: "Ling, as your uncle said, you need to rest more. Dad knows you're feeling cooped up inside. In a couple more days, Dad will take you out, okay?"

In the beginning, in order to get their son to speak, Feng and his partner Cang would speak to their son gently and patiently whenever they had the chance. Later, they developed this habit and would talk to their son in a consultative tone no matter what they were going to do with him.

Feng pulled his son towards the house, but the son stood motionless at the door. Before Feng could even wonder, he heard his son say, "Father, I've been lying in the house for too long. I want to go outside and bask in the sun."

Feng suddenly turned around, his handsome face filled with disbelief, his expression even frozen in place.

Bai Ling stood outside the door, the bright sunlight shining on his face, his eyes sparkling, and he called out again, "Father."

The wind's tears fell uncontrollably.

He even thought he was dreaming, and just stood there without reacting, only holding his son's hand even tighter.

Bai Ling reached out and wiped away her father's tears: "Father, I had a long dream. In my dream, I went to a very beautiful and prosperous place. In that place, people didn't have to work hard hunting and gathering to have an endless supply of food. The people there lived in tall and sturdy houses, and no matter how bad the weather was, the houses were always warm and cozy. There were so many novel and special things in that place, and I remember them all."

*

Life in the tribe was far from pleasant. They wore animal skin skirts, ate a hodgepodge of ingredients, lived in thatched huts where it rained heavily outside and drizzled inside, and relied entirely on their own two legs for transportation. It was alright before he regained his memories, but after regaining them, Bai Ling really couldn't live like that.

Now that he has come to the world of beastmen and will be living in this world for many years, Bai Ling naturally wants to use the knowledge from his previous life to properly improve his living environment.

Using "dreaming" as an excuse to explain the changes in himself was the safest approach. With this excuse, it would be easy to explain why he would do things that were strange and unusual to orcs.

Feng didn't think too much about it. He didn't ask his son what dream he had. Instead, he kept asking about Bai Ling's health and went to ask the village doctor to come and take a look at him.

Zhao was a long-eared rabbit-like beastman, about 1.8 meters tall, with wheat-colored skin, a handsome face, and a very gentle expression. He reached out and touched Bai Ling's forehead, asked Bai Ling a few questions, and then looked at the injury on Bai Ling's head. He then said to Feng, "Feng, Ling is fine now. He'll be better in a few more days. You and Cang don't need to worry. Let him eat one of these herbs every night, and change the medicine on his head every two days. After three changes, Ling's injury will be healed."

Feng picked up a strip of meat from under the eaves and stuffed it into Zhao's hand: "Zhao, thank you so much. I'll take Ling to thank you again once he's fully recovered."

Zhao did not refuse; he accepted the meat strips, gave a few more instructions, and then left.

Feng then laid a piece of animal hide on a large rock in front of the house and let Bai Ling sit down on it. He then went to process the hide: "Ling, how about we have boiled meat for dinner? I'll shred the meat into small pieces and make you a meat porridge."