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Logically speaking, fire should repel wild beasts.

However, that definitely doesn't include insects.

The Crimson Sleeve Moths, upon seeing the light, not only didn't flee, but instead rushed towards the fire in droves.

"Whoosh!"

"Boom!"

Regardless of the heat, the Crimson Sleeve Moths plunged directly into the fire. Their wings and the oil on their bodies were all highly flammable. This dive instantly ignited them.

"Screech!"

The Crimson Sleeve Moth shrieked in pain, sounding particularly eerie.

The humans watching this scene retreated backward.

With the addition of this giant Crimson Sleeve Moth, the flames began to rage.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Following closely behind, a second, a third…

More Crimson Sleeve Moths were attracted, frantically rushing into the fire. This eager behavior resembled a competition for spoils.

The gathered Crimson Sleeve Moths grew in number, and the fire blazed even brighter. People were terrified, constantly retreating further away.

"Sizzle, sizzle…"

The core temperature of the fire rose higher and higher, and a large amount of oil was condensed out by the high temperature, further fueling the flames.

Waves of meaty aroma wafted from the fire, making many people salivate.

"So fragrant! Too fragrant!"

They had traveled for a whole day and hadn't eaten anything. At this moment, they were already ravenously hungry.

Now, they couldn't wait to pounce and have a delicious feast.

However, the fire was too intense to approach. So, their only option was to wait.

Wait and wait, wait and wait.

The initial small fire had now turned into a huge furnace hundreds of meters in diameter, its intensity impossible to quell in a short time.

It wasn't until the next morning that almost all of the surrounding Crimson Sleeve Moths were roasted.

The moment the sun rose, it was finally time to feast.

People tentatively approached the fire little by little. After confirming there was no danger, they directly tore off a large, thick leg several centimeters wide, crunching through the outer shell to devour the leg meat inside.

They weren't stupid, knowing some parts were inedible. Several people cooperated, using bone shards to pry open the Crimson Sleeve Moth's chest and divide the large chunk of lean meat in the middle.

This meal lasted from morning until evening.

Even with more than two thousand people eating at the same time, they only consumed a small portion. However, many moth corpses in the middle had been completely carbonized or even burned to ashes, making them impossible to eat.

There was a river not far from the fire. After they were full, they ran to the river to drink water.

Time quickly passed to the evening.

What could a group of naked men and women do after eating and drinking their fill?

Of course, it was a vigorous procreation movement.

Over two thousand people, without any shame, began to engage in strenuous activity.

After the exercise, everyone huddled together and slept on the ground.

The weather in April was still very cold at night. However, everyone snuggled together, and keeping warm wasn't a problem.

For the next two days, they didn't go anywhere. With so much food here, why go anywhere else?

Moreover, the biggest enemy in this place, those Crimson Sleeve Moths, were all dead. Staying here was very safe.

Over these few days, the boy also gradually awakened some memories.

He possessed the Laventa tribe's written memories and began to try to pronounce some words.

"Build… homeland…"

The boy's cry immediately received a response from others.

"Build… homeland…"

So, they began to build simple triangular huts by the river using branches.

The huts gathered together, forming a primitive tribe.

The tools used to build the huts were bone spurs, bone sickles, and bone knives made from the Crimson Sleeve Moths' exoskeletons.

At this time, there were no flowering plants on the continent. Without flowering plants, there were no seeds, and without seeds, there was no condition to develop agriculture.

To obtain more food, there was only one way: hunting.

They built a large bonfire in the center of the tribe.

The women were responsible for throwing various hunted animals into the fire to roast, while the men were divided into several small teams, constantly searching for prey outside.

In this way, this tribe, starting from scratch, gradually took root on this blue planet.

Time passed in a flash, ten years.

The boy's tribe had grown from the initial 2048 people to more than four thousand people.

The number had doubled.

And more than two thousand of them were children.

The oldest was already nine years old, and the youngest was just born.

The growing population required more and more food to feed them.

However, there were still only over a thousand adult males who could go out hunting. Moreover, some of these men were injured and had lost their ability to work.

The pressure to survive began to increase.

Relying solely on hunting was no longer a viable way to make a living.