Luo Zhen was picked up by a half-beastman and taken to the tribe as soon as he passed through. He thought he was going to be forced to become the companion of the half-beastman, who knew that the tribe moved away before the bond was formed. Luo Zhen, who stayed with the orcs, looked at the tribe razed to the ground by the flood and the group of old, weak, sick and disabled in the tribe, he swallowed silently. Lu Zhan, the delicate and fragile half-orc stood in front of people while densely-dressed in animal skins, said innocently, “We have no tribe anymore.” Luo Zhen: “It’s okay, we rebuild the tribe without them.” Lu Zhan: “Food is not enough.” Luo Zhen: “We’ll grow our own.” Lu Zhan: “I don’t have a partner either.” Luo Zhen: “I’ll be it.” Lu Zhan successfully curled the corners of his lips, “That’s settled then.” Luo Zhen: “…” Wait, I- no- I don’t. In order to feed this group of old, weak, sick, and disabled, Luo Zhen learned to hunt, build houses, find food in the wild, plant, domesticate, pave roads, and build bridges in the wild and strange world. He must lead this group of people to become rich and well-off. Luo Zhen discovered that the primitive society he thought seemed a little different from what he had imagined.