Arknights is too real, right?

Early the next morning.

When the white fish belly in the eastern sky dispelled the darkness, Xia Feng woke up from his light sleep.

He slept quite comfortably this time, because the soft fur of the animal carcasses under his head made him feel less cold.

Standing up, his body was stained with animal blood, and there were at least twenty carcasses of prairie wolves lying nearby.

In the morning, he used the dry plants he found nearby to build a fire, roasted the meat cut from the wild wolf, and finally filled his stomach.

Although this kind of wolf meat is very dry and has a strong smell, for him, it is more suitable for replenishing energy than wild fruits and insects.

After eating, he shaved off the furs of several of the wolves and hung them on his body. He didn't know how long he would have to wander in the uninhabited grassland, so he always had something to keep out the cold.

Afterwards, he roasted several large pieces of meat, wrapped them in wolf skins and took them with him.

For him with severe memory loss, his current primary goal is to figure out where this place is, why he suddenly appeared on the grassland, and what exactly he is going to do.

After everything was ready, he set off again and embarked on the road to find "people".

After a period of time, Xia Feng identified the direction according to the sun to avoid going around in circles.

He walked and stopped along the way, hunting and gathering, and lived as tenaciously as an adventurer who had lost his map.

However, except for sunrise and sunset, there is no way to record time. Of course, he no longer knows how long he has been wandering, but the concept of time is not important to him.

After all, he didn't even know what he needed to do.

As time went by, the insecurity brought to him by the strange world began to fade away, his thinking stagnated, and he became more concerned about survival itself.

Gradually, he became more and more skilled at hunting. After finding a river, he began to follow the river bank so that the drinking water problem could be solved.

The sun rises and sets, and the grass withers and turns yellow.

After an unknown period of time, his face was covered with beard and his hair became longer and longer. Judging from the reflection of the river, he looked like a savage.

This aimless wandering life continued. Because there was no chance to communicate, his thinking ability began to become slow. I don't know when he started to give up his obsession with exploring the whole story.

He no longer cares about where this place is or what the world really looks like.

He just wanted to get enough food, follow a reliable water source, and then move forward step by step.

One day.

The landscape near the river is finally changing.

The types of plants became more diverse, and the grassland also became undulating. It was obvious that he had reached a hilly area.

The types of wild animals began to increase, trees began to appear in the field of vision, and there were even small patches of jungle that were not dense. The direction of the river also branched here.

Along the way, you can feel the summer breeze, and the temperature changes from the comfort of late spring to the heat of midsummer, and then from hot to cool. It should be autumn now.

Soon, he will be plunged into the harsh cold of winter and food will be in short supply, so before then, he'd better find a stable place to live.

His wandering journey will probably end before the first snowfall.

The sun is scorching in the sky, the stars are shining brightly, looking for food ferociously, and the water is gurgling.

After countless days and nights, Xia Feng finally discovered a village at dusk one day.

"Finally. Finally"

Looking at the village in the distance, Xia Feng's excited pupils flickered.

Without hesitation, he dragged his unkempt body towards the village.

Here, he can finally meet people!

However, hope is beautiful, but reality is cruel. When he arrived near the village with excitement, he was greeted by strong male villagers holding wooden sticks and hatchets.

As if they had already discovered his presence, these male villagers stood guard at the entrance of the village as if they were faced with a formidable enemy.

The villagers didn't wait for him to get close. They raised their weapons and yelled at him fiercely, while throwing stones at him.

Unlike him, these people had long ears on their heads and horse-like tails hanging behind them.

However, Xia Feng could no longer ask what he wanted to know.

These fierce villagers did not give him a chance to communicate at all. No matter how he showed that he had no ill intentions, he was greeted with violent expulsion without any emotion.

"Get out of here, get out of our village!"

"We don't welcome foreigners!"

"Don't let us see you again, otherwise we will never let you leave alive next time!"

Perhaps because they have experienced some painful lessons, these villagers are very unfriendly to foreigners.

In desperation, Xia Feng, who didn't want to conflict with anyone, could only leave in despair.

A person has been wandering for almost the whole summer. This is the only inhabited place he has found so far. Seeing that the temperature is getting colder day by day, he has no motivation to embark on another journey.

In this way, Xia Feng temporarily stopped at the edge of a forest a few kilometers away from the village.

Even though the villagers in this village spoke ill of him, he subconsciously felt that as long as he stayed near "similar people", he would feel safe.

With the journey temporarily over, Xia Feng hardly moves around much throughout the day.

Of course, because of the reduction in physical exertion, his need for food has also become less.

Every prey he hunts is enough for him to eat for many days before it goes bad. Other predators attracted by the smell of blood cannot get close to him alive under his Shenyue Sword.

In this way, Xia Feng built a simple small shed using the woods on the edge of the forest, and began to live in an "abandoned house" where he had lost his dream.

At night, he would light a fire and stare at the crackling firewood in a daze.

During the day, he usually lies under the shed and sleeps like a salted fish. Unless he is too hungry, he usually won't come out and move around.

One day, Xia Feng woke up from his sleep with a strong sense of hunger.

"Mea~"

A familiar animal sound reached my ears, the source of the sound was very close.

His brain suddenly woke up, and driven by instinct, he immediately grasped the Shenyue Sword in his hand, and jumped up like a carp.

Hearing the sound, he looked around and saw a fat sheep grazing with its head down just seven or eight meters away from his shed!

Without hesitation, facing the temptation of fresh meat, Xia Feng jumped out with the knife in hand.

"puff!"

Blood spattered on his body, which was very hot. Under the lightning strikes of exquisite swordsmanship, the sheep's throat was cut before it could escape.

Just as Xia Feng was riding on the fallen sheep, swallowing greedily, an exclamation came from the distance.

"Ah! My sheep!"

Under the tree on the right front, a boy who was estimated to be fourteen or fifteen years old was holding a small wooden stick for herding sheep in his hand, looking at Xia Feng and the prey beneath him with a horrified expression.

The bloody sunset of dusk reflected on their faces.

At this moment, the green face of the shepherd boy looked at Xia Feng, who had lost his right eye.

Starting from this glance, the true beginning of Terran civilization officially kicked off.