"My name is Neos."
"My tribe does not live on these grasslands. You must cross two mountains, traverse five rivers, and walk for nine days and nights to reach it."
"You must be wondering why I was left alone, without any of my tribesmen, without a torch, without prepared food..."
"The reason is that I was exiled."
Neos told everyone what he had experienced.
The faces of all were filled with shock. They could not imagine such a thing happening.
How could there be such a tragedy as fratricide?
No one knew what to call this behavior. The god they believed in (Adam) had not yet created a word that could summarize the essence of this matter.
"Murder."
Adam wrote this word in cuneiform on a tablet.
Not clay tablets, but slate.
In this sparsely populated era, regardless of the reason for murder, it cost the entire tribe dearly.
Therefore, such words must be recorded on tablets, and such things must be recorded on tablets.
More importantly, the man before him was Neos.
In fact, when he heard the young man's name—Neos—memories in his mind rapidly rolled back, recalling the time before he traveled to this world.
Neos, the past of the Human Emperor, once lived in the Stone Age.
In prehistoric times, when he was still a "mortal," a young man named Neos, whose father was killed by his own uncle.
This was an ancient tragedy shrouded in mist, the earliest murder in human history.
In Adam's memory, this event was extremely obscure in the lore and not recorded in detail.
It was more of an "ancient myth that sets the motivation for characters."
Like a seed, it was imprinted in human genes, and the original sin of kin-slaying was etched into humanity.
This original sin was repeated on a grand scale countless times in the interstellar wars 40,000 years later, the most classic being the Horus Heresy.
It might also have been... the Lion's rebellion, the Guilliman rebellion, the Saint Giles rebellion.
Anyway, there would always be a rebellion.
As if written in a script, fate would inevitably plunge half of the Emperor's heirs into chaos, and they would lead half of the Legions to boil the sea of stars and burn the galaxy!
Adam did not have the power to uproot this original sin.
Not to mention that when he first traveled, he thought it was just an ordinary two-dimensional world.
Even if he now knew that this place was still integrated into the Warhammer universe, knew the tribe where the Emperor was located, knew...
But how could a modern person, accustomed to living in steel jungles, adapt to the wilderness of the primeval forest?
Not to mention helping the Emperor and saving his father.
Hmm~
Perhaps he would have been eaten by a pack of beasts halfway there.
So it was no small feat that he had traveled to this world for twelve years, allowed the tribe to accept civilization, and even glimpsed the wave of the agricultural age.
But it was not enough.
Even if the beasts at the top of the food chain were all knocked down, and the abundant meat of the Stone Age was used to ensure adequate nutrition for the tribe's children, the mortality rate had significantly decreased, and the tribe's population had grown from less than 500 to over a thousand.
The population was still too small.
In this Stone Age, with few people and much land, Adam had a plan for a better future, but he also had to step into the muddy reality.
Domestication of livestock, improvement of crops, digging ditches and...
Adam knew very well
He had not changed this era, only the fate of one tribe.
He wanted the tribe people to live a prosperous life and own their own property, even if it was just dried meat, furs, and stone tools.
Then, those freed from the hustle of gathering and hunting could specialize in polishing stone and bone tools, digging out huge trees and ditches... Become carpenters, craftsmen, and water conservation talents, so that the seeds of civilization could better germinate and grow.
Thus, a strong and prosperous tribe could gradually be built.
This would attract other weak groups who wished to live a happy life to integrate into it, and also attract the attention of some powerful groups.
In this way, Adam could be considered to have truly changed the fate of humanity.
However,
Even if the first murder occurred at this very time, Adam had no confidence to stop it.
After all, this was malice from the starry sky, from outside the physical universe, from the chaotic forces of the Immaterium.
Although their gaze was still drawn to the thousands of races in the starry sky, they were deeply attracted to the Eldar Empire, waiting for the Eldar to stage an absurd and depraved drama lasting thousands of years, eagerly awaiting the birth of... the youngest god—She Who Thirsts.
But the Immaterium, which was best at watching the changes of fate, quietly immersed itself in the power of Chaos dwelling in the crystal labyrinth.
Adam suspected that it was this being who was weaving the script of the murder.
He was observing the future of humanity, knowing that the Emperor would embark on that gamble tens of thousands of years later.
It was an infinitely sorrowful gamble of this universe, a gamble that only the greatest race and the greatest leader of the universe could undertake...
For a dream, a dream... that could not be created, compared to the Garden of Eden—the perfect country and utopia.
For this reason, this Chaos power, known for its wisdom and intrigue,
Naturally planned to prepare enough assets in advance.
What could be more powerful than a daemonic entity created by the first murder of a race, to use as a weapon against that race?
Adam could almost imagine that Chaos power writing this terrible script of fate with a blue pen, and contentedly sighing, full of anticipation that this seed of malice would grow along with the development of humanity until the end of days.
Faced with such deep-seated malice,
Even leading the rapid development of the tribe and uniting the race called humanity, a task that would take who knows how many years, seemed insignificant.
For a moment, Adam sank into long thoughts.
He had no system, no so-called golden finger, and could not ask for help from... a chat group.
He could only do his best to dig through the memories of his past life, to make human civilization develop faster, and then launch improved versions more suitable for this dark and obscure age.
Obviously, tens of thousands of years remained, but he simply felt there was not enough time.
Adam was so immersed in his thoughts that he did not notice the flame enveloping him.
Like the gods believed in or feared by different races, even unconscious actions could bring great changes to everything around.
However, this flame did not burn the tribe people.
Instead, it was warm and comfortable.
It was like a tired soul being comforted, a dry heart being moistened.
The young Neos also felt the same, so much so that he couldn't help but quietly ask the Priest: "Is he a god?"
"I think so."
Just as Neos was about to accept this, he heard the next phrase.
"But God does not think so. He tells us—'I am not a god.'"