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Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom

Enzo ventured into the primitive era, chosen as a priest by the Crimson Star tribe and emerging as the leader, awakening numerous extraordinary abilities in the process. In order to enhance their way of life, extensive reforms became necessary. Mystical sorcery and modern technology advanced hand in hand. While other tribes still dwelled in caves, the Crimson Star tribe had already gained prominence, constructing sturdy brick houses. While other tribes were still using primitive wooden spears and stones, the Crimson Star tribe had forged ahead with iron tools. In the midst of other tribes worrying about food scarcity, the Crimson Star tribe was reaping bountiful harvests of various grains. Furthermore, they possessed an unparalleled army of totem warriors. In response, Enzo, embraced by the luscious temptress and leading the enigmatic cat maiden, earnestly expressed, "I truly only sought to improve our way of life. How did I inadvertently elevate the tribe into a divine realm?" ---------------------- Update Daily! 9 AM PST Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

Doubleyolkeggs · 奇幻
分數不夠
220 Chs

Strongholds Conflict

"Leave?" 

Xavior shook his head and said, "No. To leave here, you must find the right orientation. But the space in this world is constantly shifting without any rules, and only a few places maintain stable spatial conditions. We call these places 'strongholds.'" 

"In addition to the instability of the space, there are terrifying monsters within the mist." 

"To kill those monsters, you need powerful weapons and a bit of luck." 

"In short, leaving the Misty World depends entirely on luck." 

Xavior seemed quite dejected when he spoke about this. 

Especially after learning about Per's situation from Enzo, the longing from the prolonged separation tormented him greatly. The thought that they might never meet again left Xavior utterly disheartened. 

Enzo was at a loss on how to help.

He asked, "Mr. Xavior, can you take me to other strongholds?" 

Xavior nodded and replied, "It also depends on luck."