Chapter 1517 - 454: [The Birth of XX] (Part 2)

Chapter 1517: Chapter 454: [The Birth of XX] (Part 2)

Gathering the last of the belongings, food, animal hides, weapons...

Of course, the reason the God Stick is revered as such is because... he doesn’t have to work.

Thus, the remaining companions began to serve the God Stick, giving him what they collected to eat, the thickest and warmest fur to wear, and the most beautiful animal tooth ornaments to adorn.

The God Stick didn’t work each day, just sat in front of the Stone Tree, muttering to himself or sleeping.

He told his companions he was communicating with the god in the stone.

As for the content of these communications, he was always making it up.

Most of the time, he told his companions that the god was asleep and didn’t like to talk all the time.

Occasionally, he would deliberately make some requests, claiming they were from the god and asked his companions to fulfill them.

These requests were, in fact, his own desires.

As a result, he got the fattest meat. Wore the warmest animal h ide.

As for the most valuable possessions in the cave... those animal tooth ornaments were declared by him to be tributes to the god in the stone, so they were collected and could only be kept by him.

The God Stick, more and more like a God Stick, also became more and more of a God Stick.

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Unfortunately, the good days didn’t last long. After all, most of the original primitive people in this cave were dead, and the few remaining people were too few, too weak.

Finally, one day, they encountered a crisis.

One day, the food in the cave was exhausted, and the only two remaining companions went out to hunt, but came back empty-handed.

The food crisis began to unfold.

The next day, the two went out hunting again—only the God Stick could rest in the cave without laboring.

This time, the two only brought back a single fish.

The God Stick told the two subordinates that he needed to be full to converse with the god in the stone, so the two companions obediently gave the fish to the God Stick, and after he ate most of the fish, he threw the remaining fish bones to the two subordinates, who split them and ate them.

The third day, the fourth day...

For several consecutive days, the two hunters returned with meager gains, sometimes bringing back some food, but sometimes coming back empty-handed.

Because primitive hunting was always a group effort.

Two people hunting together couldn’t target larger animals and could only aim for smaller creatures.

The smaller creatures were either very swift, agile, and hard to catch.

Even if caught, they provided very little meat.

So, they were always hungry.

They grew hungrier, and though the God Stick was hungry too, his situation was much better than theirs.

Finally, one day, the two men started to express their discontent and began to argue with the God Stick.

They told the God Stick, from today on, they wouldn’t share the prey with him anymore!

The God Stick was very disappointed and angry, he pushed the two guys, and they hit the God Stick in return, then went out to hunt.

The God Stick sat in the cave, uneasily. He was anxious and scared.

That night, the two hunters returned.

This time, things were even worse; one of them was injured and carried back by the other.

The injured person had a bleeding stomach, a large hole as if impaled by an animal’s horn.

His breath was weak, he was losing a lot of blood, looking as if he was about to die.

Due to this incident, both the God Stick and the last remaining person seemed scared. They forgot about the day’s conflict and sat together, worrying.

Although they were primitive men with limited wisdom, common sense told them that a group with too few people couldn’t survive — the past few days had already proven this.

What awaited them was having to leave here for a chance of joining another tribe, hoping for a slim chance of survival.

But this hope was very dim. Because of the primitive habits, outsiders weren’t warmly accepted.

Meeting a solitary outsider usually meant either death and being skinned on the spot.

Or potentially becoming a slave or bait for hunting beasts.

In any case, the chances of survival were extremely low.

The remaining companion urged the God Stick to ask the god in the stone for help.

The God Stick was scared but didn’t dare to expose his lie at this moment; he didn’t dare admit he was powerless.

So, he could only choose to continue lying.

He dragged the injured person next to the Stone Tree and sat by the injured man’s side, beginning his performance.

He loudly muttered the meaningless words he made up, pretending to communicate with the god.

The Stone Tree quietly watched the God Stick’s performance, not angry but finding it amusing.

Then, it did something, purely at its own whim.

Because it didn’t like things dying nearby, as corpses would rot and stink, a scent of decay and death it disliked.

It had done similar things before, in ancient times, when beasts and dinosaurs were wounded and fell beside it, purely to avoid the disturbance of corpse and death odors, so...

The Stone Tree did something it had done several times before; it mobilized a bit of the power between heaven and earth—namely, the Primordial Qi.

As a World-Origin Object, it had this capability, never needing to learn because it was inherently a part of the world’s origin.