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Among the 2048 members of the Nata tribe, there are 1024 males and 1024 females. They are all 18 years old, forming a complete breeding group.

Most of these people have Dragon human genes, with a small number potentially carrying the bloodlines of the Saraf, Wakanda, and La Venta tribes.

After all, humans on Sirius had undergone a long process of gene mixing, so pure Dragon genes are impossible.

Humans carrying the genes of the Dragon, Slavic, and Wakanda tribes may have slight differences in appearance, build, hair, skin color, and personality, but overall, the differences are not significant. However, there is one type of person who possesses innate adaptability.

That is the La Venta tribe.

The La Venta tribe can carry a small portion of their ancestors' civilization memories in their genes, so they inherit some of their tribal abilities, such as writing, smelting, and some fragmented memories.

If they acquire the key dominant gene of the La Venta tribe, they can gain the inherited abilities of the tribe: mind control or major prophecy.

The boy led the two thousand or so tribespeople who were born with him away from the plain where the crystal coffin was located, and headed towards the mountains in the west.

Instinct told him that standing on the plain was very dangerous. Perhaps at this moment, countless eyes were watching them.

These men and women, all naked, felt no shame. They formed a long line, following behind the boy, while vigilantly scanning their surroundings as they traveled.

The ground was covered with a large number of waist-high ferns, providing excellent cover for various potential dangers.

"Whoosh ~"

"Whoosh ~"

Just as they were advancing towards the foot of the mountain, faint rustling sounds came from the distant bushes, as if something was colliding with the giant leaves.

The people immediately became tense and began to slowly gather together. At the same time, they all stared unblinkingly at their surroundings, constantly guarding against possible dangers.

"Swish ~"

Suddenly, a bright red shadow flew out from behind the leaves, heading straight for a girl's face.

"Bang ~"

The boy rushed over and punched the bright red creature.

"Puff ~"

The bright red creature's body trembled, and it changed direction and flew away.

The boy looked at his fist, which was covered with a lot of gray, fine, and extremely slippery powder.

This powder had fallen from the bright red creature's body.

It seemed that this unknown creature should be a moth.

"Aba ~" The girl bowed slightly and involuntarily called out.

This should mean thank you.

"Roar ~"

The boy nodded, then roared towards the sky.

"Roar ~"

Everyone followed him and roared.

"Whirr ~"

"Whirr ~"

The nearby bushes began to shake violently in the midst of this roar.

Then, a large number of red figures took to the air and flew away into the distance.

It seemed they were afraid.

This insect is called the Red Sleeve Moth, belonging to the Lepidoptera order. It has two layers of wings, the outer layer being greyish-brown with white spots, and the inner layer being bright red, extremely glossy.

Adult Red Sleeve Moths are 50 to 60 centimeters long, with a wingspan exceeding 1 meter.

They are omnivorous, with sharp mandibles on their heads. They can gnaw on the succulent and juicy leaves of ferns, and can also prey on other smaller ants and lizards.

They were seeing humans for the first time and had never preyed on them.

So this attack was just a test.

The boy's feeling was correct; there were indeed countless eyes watching them in the nearby jungle.

These gazes, filled with aggression, came from the Red Sleeve Moths.

Humans possess smooth and fair skin, looking like walking clumps of food.

After seeing this, there was no reason for these Red Sleeve Moths not to take a bite.

However, the first test ended in failure.

The boy was very fast, and his movements were very agile, and his fist also possessed considerable strength.

After being punched away, the Red Sleeve Moth immediately fled in panic.

Subsequently, the boy's roar scared away all the Red Sleeve Moths within a few hundred meters.

With the crisis resolved, they continued their westward journey.

It seemed like the mountain was right at their feet, but they failed to reach it even by sunset.

Soon, it was dark.

There was no moon tonight, only bright stars inlaid in the sky.

With such faint light, almost nothing could be seen.

"Snap snap ~"

"Whoosh ~"

The boy found some withered dry leaves and two stones, and after several attempts, he actually lit a bonfire.

Many people were frightened when they saw this scene, and hid behind others. Of course, there were also some people who were not afraid.

Those who were not afraid must have carried the genes of the La Venta tribe. They possessed memories about fire and naturally would not find it terrifying.