We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 14 Power Tribe

The area outside the cave had become pitch black, while the firelight inside flickered.

The air was thick with the smells of decay, blood, and sweat.

A dozen or so children were playing around, while a few older children were learning how to make stone and bone tools from the other busy members of the tribe.

There were about forty or fifty women and more than twenty men in the cave.

Today, having enjoyed a rare full meal, the men and women of the Li tribe appeared quite cheerful.

But in the dark corner of the cave, where the firelight could barely penetrate, there was a woman who seemed out of place.

Compared to others, her skin wasn't tanned to a bronze color; instead, it was quite fair.

Her frame was also much smaller, and her female characteristics were not very obvious, as if she had not developed at all.

She was picked up by the Li tribe.

Now it also faces the possibility of being discarded.

She didn't have a large bust or wide hips; on the contrary, she was "plain and unremarkable," just like Shia.

If Xia Minghao were to live in the modern society he came from, he might be very competitive with this so-called "pale, thin, and young" aesthetic.

But this was a primitive, uncivilized era, where reproduction was necessary to offset the high mortality rate.

Therefore, it was destined that she would not receive any favor.

Her less-than-robust physique was met with disdain by the primitive people, who, after a month of living together, gradually came to regard her as a burden.

She didn't talk to anyone; she just sat there alone, staring blankly at the campfire.

No one paid any attention to the small figure...

Similarly, it's impossible for anyone to notice.

A faint current of air suddenly appeared around her, blowing away the stench from the cave, and the starlight in her eyes flickered.

"Chief! Chief!"

Suddenly, excited shouts came from outside the cave!

The men stood up, their faces showing surprise.

The women put down their work, and the children stopped playing.

They all recognized the voice; it was Lipa's voice!
He is not dead?!

Lipa rushed into the cave, and only stopped when he saw everyone, panting heavily.

"Liba, you...you're not dead?"

"We thought the wild boar killed you!"

In the past, Lipa would have racked his brains to recount his experiences in his meager, primitive language.

People would certainly be happy to listen, which was a rare form of "entertainment" in primitive times.

But now all he wanted to do was quickly tell the chief about the weak tribe he had discovered!
By annexing that weak tribe, your own tribe can become stronger!

"Chief, there is a tribe that is all women, no, there are men, but there is only one!"

"There's meat! Wild boar meat!"

Upon hearing Lipa's words, Liba, the chief of the Li tribe, immediately touched his bald head.

The leader, Liba, completely ignored the second part; the first part was enough!

Having annexed two small tribes in recent years, Liba has become accustomed to the benefits and has tasted the sweetness of success.

"How many of them are women?"

Liba grabbed Lipa's shoulders and shook him excitedly.

Lipa, who was originally a strong man, was almost shaken to pieces.

"More than fingers and toes!"

This number of women had already made Liba make up his mind.

Normally, if there are so many women in a tribe, then there should be at least as many men as there are fingers.

It would be very dangerous for such a tribe to try to annex it.

The two tribes that were previously annexed had just more than the number of fingers and toes in total, including women, men, and children.

Inside the cave, many men chatted happily.

They felt as if a dead wild boar had suddenly appeared outside a cave.

Some women began to cheer, while others seemed to recall the scenes of their tribe being annexed and their uncles and children being killed, their faces showing an indescribable expression.

How strong are men?

Liba calmed down first. As a leader who led the tribe to conquer and grow stronger, he could not act like other primitive people.

Compared to the inherent caution of primitive people, Liba possessed a greater degree of wisdom.

“Strong?” Lipa had wanted to join in the cheering, but he was stunned when he heard the leader’s words.

He had no idea whether the man was strong or not.

“Strong, I don’t know, but he was wearing animal skins.”

After speaking, he seemed to feel that he had not explained clearly, because his leader was also wearing a skirt of animal skin, which was made of cave lion skin.

"The animal hides are strange, and they're all over the body!"

The others ignored what they heard, but Liba fell into thought.

Besides them, there was another person whose eyes flickered after hearing these words.

"Could it be one of my own people?"

The small body moved closer to Lipa and the leader who were talking, so that it could hear them more clearly.

She began to wonder if the person covered in animal skins might be from another Wind Tribe.

Because she had never seen anyone other than people from her own tribe wear anything on their upper body.

Could it be someone else, as lucky as I was, who survived the wolf tribe's massacre and wasn't eaten?

Unfortunately, she didn't hear anything more, because Chief Liba simply couldn't think of anything.

Everyone noticed something was wrong and quieted down.

Uneasy whispers began to circulate.

Influenced by the leader's hesitation at this moment, they began to make unfounded guesses about Lipa's description.

At this moment, the leader, Liba, came to his senses and realized that everyone seemed less confident and motivated than before because of his silence. He immediately raised his spear.

Everyone held their breath as Liba threw the spear in his hand.

It flew for a good thirty or forty steps, nearly twenty meters, before finally planting itself in the ground!

After a brief silence, cheers erupted.

"Leader, the strongest!"

"Chief, you are as strong as a cave lion!"

"We'll eat them!"

The display of power stirred up the primal worship deep within the primitive people, and at the same time, it helped them regain their self-confidence.

Who is stronger than the leader!
The leader can throw a spear thirty or forty paces away!

And they only had that one man!

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"Whoosh!"

A wooden spear, its tip hardened by the campfire, flew straight out.

It was planted diagonally in the ground about fifty or sixty paces away.

"Tsk, not good, still threw it too close."

Xia Minghao frowned as he looked at the spear thrower in his hand.

It seems there is still room for improvement; this spear thrower should theoretically be able to throw more than fifty meters.

The tribe had too little available manpower, causing their energy to be diverted to a multitude of other tasks. This also greatly reduced the time available for researching spear throwers.

Two days later, the spear thrower they made was only barely satisfactory.

The women, who had just finished eating and were gathered around the campfire, were dumbfounded.

The originally cheerful atmosphere turned into silence.

Even the strongest man in the tribe couldn't throw that far before; at most, he could only throw thirty paces.

"Man, you are so strong!"

A woman whose name Xia Minghao hadn't remembered suddenly spoke up.

These words seemed to remind everyone that the happiness they felt from having a full meal was now enhanced by the sense of security that Xia Minghao brought them.

People spontaneously started dancing the dance that had just been invented in the last two days.

Although it still lacked aesthetic appeal, Xia Minghao still enjoyed the special atmosphere.

They had only taken a few steps when a figure that was already familiar to the women and children of the Xi tribe suddenly appeared.

It was that lame wolf.

At this moment, the lame wolf wagged its tail and stood at the boundary between light and shadow, pacing back and forth while looking at Xia Minghao with a fawning expression.

(End of this chapter)