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Conquest in a world of primitive fantasy

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It is one thing to be transported to a world of fantasy, with its monsters, races other than human, huge kingdoms and great heroes. But it is another thing to be transported to a world of fantasy in its primitive time, when the races begin to develop and the monsters are just becoming strong and where humans are the simplest of all. This is the story of a young otaku who is transported to this world with her modern knowledge, ready to break through adversity and create her own kingdom.

Chapter 1Chapter 1: Primitive world

I did not know how to describe my situation, I was in the middle of a village, although if there was a smaller term to the village it would be more suitable for this site.

Around me there were small houses or better I would call them cabins, these were made of branches of trees and straw on top as roof. I could see that there were about two or three dozen cabins of different sizes.

I did not understand why I was in this place, nor could I remember what I was doing just before I found myself in this place. I looked around more closely, they had walked through the village, men and women, these had a brown skin, although between each person the skin tone was lighter or darker, they wore simple clothes, in At first I did not know how to recognize the material they were made of, but when observing better I can distinguish that they were animal skins. This surprised me, but what surprised me the most was the fact that I knew how the skins were being used as clothing. I continued standing in the same place observing my surroundings, I could also see that people performed different tasks, some women were sitting in a circle where I could see that they used a large stone on the floor as a table and a smaller one were both oval, with These stones were crushing some grains that I did not recognize, they were making them dust, they did all this while they were having a conversation. In another area of ​​the village I saw some children playing with some branches I think they played the warriors, I saw some men carrying baskets made of branches, they looked like the wicker baskets I knew, they carried stones, if stones , I did not know why, but they were heading towards an area farther away from the site where I was, in that direction I could see that a black smoke was rising. I continued to watch for a few more minutes, my mind could not understand my situation. I came to the conclusion that I was in a kind of prehistoric village, but despite my unfounded concepts these people had beautiful aspects, I always thought that prehistoric people were uglier than those of the modern age, just when I thought that, a strong pain appeared in my head, along with this pain came more thoughts in which I wondered how I knew it was the modern age. While trying to hold on in pain holding my head, from behind me a woman with the same type of clothing, approached, had skin whiter than the rest of women I saw, long blond hair, blue eyes, a curvaceous complexion, I had a beautiful figure that if it were in the modern age I could easily be a supermodel, along with those thoughts my head hurt more and the unknowns of the origin of this knowledge increased.

-Aren you're fine- the woman asked me with a worried expression.

When I heard the name I mentioned it seemed familiar, but this feeling made the pain increase.

-Aren you're fine- the woman asked again, although I could deduce that when he said Aren was referring to me, I was still convinced that this was not my real name, but when I tried to think of my name I did not remember anything and instead the pain continued to increase.

I reach a point where I can not take it anymore and I fall in the usually holding my head in a fetal position.

-Aren !!! - the woman to see my state scream and ran in my direction, along with the scream the other people nearby realized the situation that was there, approached as the woman who called me.

The last thing he could see before falling unconscious was the beautiful face of the blonde woman, but I could not watch him closely because another part of his body called my attention more. Large mounds appeared from the chest of the woman, I think they are the largest I've seen, with that thread of thought again seemed more doubt, where I saw more breasts than these.

In the end I stopped thinking about all these doubts, and my last thought before falling into darkness was that I was in a primitive world, there was no doubt about it.

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