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Primitive Man

A merciless and unforgiving world where a common cold could kill you, a world where survival of the fittest applied— A world where humans aren't at the top of the food chain. A world where the roar of predators echoes through the wilderness, and the threat of being hunted lingers around every corner. A world where the natural elements are both beautiful and deadly, with raging storms and scorching heat waves that can wipe out entire communities. Every day is a battle for survival, with individuals and groups fighting tooth and nail to secure food, shelter, and water. The weak and vulnerable are often left behind, their fate sealed by the brutal law of the jungle. And in this same age, same jungle there was a young boy, whose fate changed when he heard an unknown voice in his head. Garnt woke up feeling a little better after he was on the verge of death because of a single wound he suffered from hunting, and the first thing he noticed was that everything around him looked foreign to him, even though the cave he was lying in was supposed to be his home. While he was unconscious from the injuries, Garnt saw several things he couldn't even understand. He saw people using brick-like equipment to communicate with each other and flying monsters that happily served humans by taking them inside their bodies. A bizarre world where everyone covered their bodies. He saw giant structures that stood even taller than the largest caves he had seen and suddenly a voice questioned his mind about what he witnessed. [Why do these waters look muddy? Why don't you filter them?] What are you talking about? This is how they are supposed to look.  [Why are these weapons so blunt?] They are sharp enough for me. [Where are your clothes, Don't you get cold?] What are clothes, I don't know. [Why do men and women look like they don't feel anything while having sex? Wasn't it supposed to be romantic and sensual?] What do you mean? It is just an activity for procreation. After witnessing such a world, Garnt felt like they were missing something important. His current status looked like a living hell when he compared it with the vision he had. But was that vision real? Does something like that really exist? [Yes, it exists. Do you want to see that world? I will help you, but in exchange, you should make my dream come true.] ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR) —This story doesn't follow the real evolution process from the Pre-historic period and there are some added fantasy elements since this is a work of fiction. Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord for Illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/kHNVDfBTJr

ElectricLuna · Fantasy
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243 Chs

Revenge

Garnt with a bow crafted from oak wood and fibrous twine, shared a knowing glance with his spirited Aunt, whose weapon mirrored his own. Arrows of pine, their tips honed to a deadly point, were poised against the world of hunting.

"Remember, Garnt," Aunt whispered, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. "Patience is the virtue of the skilled archer. We must be as the stillness of the forest, waiting for the perfect moment."

Garnt was surprised with how fast Ayra managed to master the vow, even though he was the one that made it in the first place.

[I can already see, she is a genius when it comes to fighting.]

He nodded in agreement, heart thumping in rhythm with the wild pulse of the woods. Their target was a majestic deer, its coat a tapestry of earthy hues that blended seamlessly with the surroundings. They hunkered down in concealing bushes, anticipation hanging in the air like a tangible scent.

Garnt nocked an arrow, his fingers finding comfort in the familiar grooves of the wooden shaft. With a glance at his aunt, they both drew back, aiming with practised grace. The release was almost instinctive, and the forest seemed to hold its breath as the arrows took flight.

Aunt's arrow deviated slightly off course, a testament to the wildness of the hunt. Her brow furrowed in momentary frustration as the arrow sailed wide, a whisper of air against the deer's flank.

[I guess even geniuses can make mistakes.]

Eva smiled, as she immediately had to swallow her words.

Garnt's arrow flew true, finding its mark in the deer's belly. A guttural cry escaped the wounded animal, a heartbreaking sound that stirred something primal within them.

"Yes! This is my best shot yet," Garnt was excited to see his accuracy getting better and better. He had been training with the bow for a few days and the development of his skills was rather abnormal compared to Ayra, who acted like a professional hunter but had the skill of a ten year old kid with the bow.

Even though the arrow hit its mark, the deer was not defeated. Adrenaline coursing through its veins, it hopped away quickly, which was surprising considering it was hurt. Garnt felt a mix of being annoyed and impressed, showing on his face with tight lips and a certain look.

Without hesitation, Aunt dropped her bow, the calculated mind of a hunter overtaken by sheer instinct. She sprinted through the undergrowth, a blur of determination. Her heart raced as she closed the distance, her fingers wrapping around the deer's neck with a strength born of desperation.

*Sigh

Garnt couldn't help but sigh seeing her acting like she always does, but he quickly came back to his senses.

"Aunt, let's go back. I think I'm ready for our mission, let's finish this and rescue those kids," Ayra laughed hearing Garnt's words and loaded the cart with their hunting goods.

"Time to hunt a scumbag," She responded to his words with an angry look, and they knew it was going to be a serious battle from now on.

***

"Even though she acts all confident, I can easily see that sister is anxious about our plan," Ayra mumbled softly while standing alongside Garnt, both anticipating the emergence of the gigantic man from the cave.

Garnt placed a reassuring hand on Ayra's shoulder, offering a subtle smile. "Don't worry, Aunt. I won't fail, we will go back to my mother without any wounds," he whispered with determination.

His eyes flickered with confidence as he reached into his pouch and retrieved a small wooden container. The moment he opened it, a pungent odour wafted through the air, causing Ayra to wrinkle her nose.

"This stuff sure is smelly," Ayra muttered, her face contorting in displeasure at the potent stench.

Garnt nodded, undeterred by the foul smell. "But this poison will do the work. Once I coat the arrow tip with it, even a scratch will be enough to take down that man." With steady hands, he carefully dipped the arrowhead into the viscous substance, its dark hue glistening in the faint light.

"I sure hope it works, otherwise Gundo will be sad to know that her medicine skills are not working," Ayra said her face still soured by the stinking smell.

"It will and when that happens, both of us will take him together, also we will have to keep an eye on that other woman," Garnt remembered about the woman, who was talking with the gigantic man earlier.

As they waited in tense silence, the quiet surroundings were suddenly disrupted by the unexpected sight of two kids dashing out of the cave. Their cries echoed in the air, contrasting sharply with the sound of a woman's frustrated shouts as she chased after them. Garnt's keen eyes quickly assessed the situation – it was clear that this was not a friendly chase.

"Looks like things are getting interesting," he remarked to Ayra, his grip on the poisoned arrow tightening.

Ayra's gaze followed the scene unfolding before them, concern etched on her features. "What should we do now?"

"We wait," Garnt replied, his voice steady. "The perfect opportunity will come. We just have to be patient until that man comes out."

[Looks like that woman is using them to find food for them, instead of doing it herself.]

"She is just as scummy as that man. Let's see what we are going to do with her after we kill that man,"

Their eyes remained fixed on the entrance of the cave even when they were talking, where a growing commotion hinted at the unfolding drama.

Then, as if on cue, the air seemed to vibrate with a low rumble, and the very ground beneath them trembled slightly. From the darkness of the cave emerged a figure of immense proportions. The man who emerged was truly gigantic, his hulking frame filling the entrance as he stepped out.

His features were etched with a mixture of frustration and anger, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he surveyed the chaotic scene before him.

"What are they doing? Can't you even tame these brats? You're a really useless woman," He shouted looking at the woman, who was chasing the kid, and she had a scared look on her face.

"It's not like that, Ura. Ever since that day we found delicious fruit with them, but they keep acting stubbornly like this. I will hit them and tame them again. Please, give me another chance," The woman begged without stopping her chasing, and the man just released a low growl hearing her words.

"Last chance! After this, I will just eat all of you, worthless people," Leaving those words, he attempted to return to the cave. However, without his knowledge, someone was aiming at him from a distance with his bow fully drawn. The next few moments were crucial for both Garnt and the huge man since they would decide who would be the victor of this battle.