I really don't want to be a system

Chen Chao looked at the bronze stick in his hand, tested the hardness, and felt very satisfied.

I looked up at the sky, it's still early, I can do it again~~

So a certain system boss summoned the stick rubbing duo, Zhi and Zhong, without paying attention to the strange expressions on their faces.

And a little old man next to him with a ram's horn was hesitant to speak, but looked at Chen Chao and started to get busy again.

He had no choice but to swallow everything he wanted to say, and was going to wait and see.

When the first saw, the first axe, the first knife, and the first bronze pot successfully appeared in front of the eyes of these three people, they all tightly closed their mouths.

What do you think? ? ?

Don't look at these strange stone monsters, if you burn them with a fire, can you make something different?

What is this operation? ?

We don't seem to understand it?

These stones can be burned with fire to make these yellow things?

While these three people were carefully observing the ax, the knife, and the bronze pot, etc.,
Chen Chao's hand had already touched the first saw, and he felt so excited that he almost burst into tears.

Regardless of the fact that it was almost dark, he found a thin wooden stick, cut it into two pieces, and fixed it on the saw.

After fixing it, Chen Chao found a thicker piece of wood and put it on a big rock, and called Zhiyi, whose eyeballs were almost stuck to the bronze pot, to help.

Zhi was very resistant at the beginning, don't beat me, I want to see this big yellow stone basin!

But no matter how much he resisted, the deputy leader had to work even if he yelled.

So Zhi put down the yellow stone basin he was thinking about, walked to Chao Chen's side, and picked up the wooden handle on the other side of the saw.

After Chen Chao saw that everything was in place, he showed Zhibi the general method of use, and the two began sawing the first piece of wood.

Before Chi could react, the wood snapped right in front of his eyes.

And in the mind of a certain system boss, a clear electronic voice sounded: Part of the human civilization cultivation plan has successfully entered the Bronze Age.

Randomly trigger to unlock all populations within a radius of thousands of miles, randomly trigger to upgrade the Eye of God, and increase the range to a radius of hundreds of miles.

Chao Chen felt mixed feelings, because although it has become a little warmer recently, isn't it too early to recover now?

Even if we have survived the last winter, what will we do if there is another cold spring?

As for the direct expansion of the visible range of the Eye of God to a radius of a hundred miles, it is barely considered good news.

But I have to say that the Eye of God is a bit tasteless to Chen Chao at present.

Because recently he has neither the hunt nor the enemy.

However, it may be more effective in the future, because the population of thousands of miles around has recovered, if they approach the Tianyuan tribe because of lack of food and things to keep out the cold.

At least within a hundred miles, Chao Chen can see it if he wants to.

It can be regarded as a safety warning.

Chen Chao checked the progress value by the way, and found that instead of decreasing, he was happy.

It seems that this unlocking of population and skill upgrades was triggered completely randomly, and did not use any progress value.

But after thinking about it, he didn't seem to need anything very much recently, so he decided to save these progress points first.

What if in the future when high technology is developed, you can directly get a model machine to imitate, disassemble and make?

Just as Chen Chao was immersed in his own world, Zhi beside him was also immersed in his own world.

From time to time, he looked at the half of the wood that fell to the ground, and from time to time he looked at the magical thing in his hand.

After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, and while Chen Chao was still in a daze, he quietly stretched his arm under the saw.

"Ah——" Finally, a scream woke up Chen Chao.

When Super Chen came back to his senses, he saw blood profusely pouring out from under the saw, and Zhi quickly covered his arm and screamed again and again.

Super Chen was so frightened that he quickly helped him hold the wound, and Zhi's screams also attracted the eyes of Zhonghe, the little old man with the horns on his head. The eyeballs were taken off.

In addition to attracting these two people, it also attracted Cyclops who was about to call a few people to eat.

So several people frantically treated the wound on Zhi's arm.

Chen Chao couldn't help asking curiously, "Isn't there a handle to grab it? How did you cut your hand? And if you want to cut it, you have to cut the palm of your hand. How did you cut your arm?"

Zhi looked at the few people next to him, and then looked down at the sawn wood on the ground.

Somewhat embarrassed, he said, "My wood is broken, so I also want to try to see if it's the same with my hands."

Chen Chao: "???"

"So you used yourself as an experiment? Sawed off your own hand?"

A little old man next to him with ram's horns answered, "Not really, I think your hands are still in good condition, aren't they?"

Zhi shook his head, nodded again, and said, "I wanted to try it, but when I started to swipe it, I bled a lot."

Chen Chao: "???"

You really dare to think and do it!
Zhong: "???"

Brother 666, but I have reason to suspect that you may not want to continue rubbing sticks!
The little old man with the ram's horn: "???"

This child...couldn't be...couldn't he be mentally ill? !
One-eyed: "???"

What are they talking about, why can't I understand?
Is there something I missed? ! !

Thinking of this, Cyclops looked at the few things on the ground not far away. One of them looked like a pottery pot, but something that didn't quite look like a pottery pot caught his attention.

He walked forward step by step. At this time, everyone helped Dare Think Dare Do Zhi to heal the wound.

One-eyed bent down and tried to pick up the round pot on the ground, looking at it over and over.

This thing is not only different in color from the clay pot I made, but also in texture.

Suddenly, he thought about a sentence that the deputy leader had said to him a long time ago, but he couldn't remember the exact words clearly.

The general idea is to let myself relax, and said that after a period of time, I will get myself a bunch of pots and bowls that will never break, and I can choose gold, silver, red, and green at will.

One-eyed looked down at the yellow one in his hand?Golden?
Could this be the kind of clay pots and bowls that the deputy leader said would never break?
He weighed it lightly, but in the end he was still not willing to throw the thing in his hand to the ground forcefully.