Next, just as I expected, they started repeatedly roasting the blood off the meat, then flipping it over and continuing to rub the blood off and roast it dry.

This process is repeated several times, using the salt that evaporates from the blood to increase the overall saltiness of the meat.

This method isn't entirely ineffective, but if too much blood is added, the dark, burnt layer will become extremely fishy, ​​and a bitter, burnt taste will seep into the meat.

The people of the Asaida tribe were very hospitable. They grabbed slices of grilled meat with their hands and brought them directly to us, gesturing for us to enjoy them to our heart's content.

Holding these two-kilogram slices of meat in our hands, we thought to ourselves, "Things are really different when you're from a wealthy family."

But could you please bring a knife to cut this piece of meat? Our small stomachs can't hold that much food.

Top completely disregarded the charred mess and instead took out potatoes he had dug up from the ground, threw them into the fire, and roasted and ate them.

After being invited so earnestly, we reluctantly swallowed the food and ate until we were half full.

There's no need to be too serious about eating. As long as you don't starve, there's no need to eat too much.

After a while of eating and drinking, seeing that everyone had eaten enough, the leader's smile faded and he became more serious. At this point, the leader began to inquire about some matters from Dante.

I couldn't understand their gibberish, so I could only watch helplessly as they bombarded each other with their rapid-fire machine gun-like attacks.

The leader's expression, as Dante narrated, shifted between tense and relaxed, and at times revealed a look of shock.

Their conversation continued, and I didn't ask Dante what they were saying, as it would be somewhat impolite to interrupt at that point.

I think the chief will ask me some questions later, after all, my status in the Mira tribe is not low.

I don't need to think about that; I guess Dante already told the leader.

Dante did recount our encounter with Haru to the leader, and that his purpose in coming here was to gather more information about Haru.

"Sir, why don't you take out your notebook and show it to the leader? Maybe he'll recognize the patterns inside."

Dante then turned to me and whispered something.

I rummaged through my backpack for a while, then opened the notebook with hieroglyphics and handed it to Dante.

Dante then handed the notebook to the lord, who took it, glanced at it, and closed it again.

He had seen this strange pattern before. It was many years ago that he had seen this script and the mantis pattern. At that time, they did not even know that the Mira tribe existed.

Moreover, these writings weren't found elsewhere; they were on the rock walls of their tribe's settlement. Their deity had been studying the mysteries of these writings for a long time.

He even personally left some of his thoughts on those words on the rock face.

The chief gave a signal, and a local man came over. The chief spoke to the man for a moment, and then the man nodded and left.

A short while later, the native reappeared before us. This time, however, he carried a bundle of bamboo slips tied together with bark rope.

Upon seeing this, my pupils contracted sharply, and a surge of excitement and joy welled up inside me. This was the first time in all the time I'd been in the tribe that I'd encountered a civilization from the same era as myself.

When I saw these bamboo slips, I was already certain that they were not products of ancient times, but something that modern people could only have made.

Because there's something I'm very familiar with: the bamboo slips were made into the kind of ancient bamboo tubes rolled up, and the knots connecting the bamboo slip strips were the same kind of swing knots used to tie up swings.

"This must be what the deity you were talking about recorded!"

I looked at the leader and shouted excitedly.

The leader of Asedar didn't know what I was talking about, so he looked up and focused his gaze on Dante.

At this point, Dante, the human translator, finally realized what I had said and relayed it verbatim to the Supreme Leader.

The chieftain was utterly astonished after hearing Dante's explanation. He hadn't expected me to recognize the extraordinary nature of what he held at a glance.

And I was right; the things recorded on these bamboo slips were the insights left behind by that great man.

Then Dante translated for me,

"Sir, the chief asked me to tell you that your guess is completely correct."

However, another strange form of encryption is used here, and this script is equally peculiar. I wonder if you, sir, can crack it.

As he spoke, the local man brought the bundle of bamboo slips to me. If I couldn't understand the pictographs from before...

This time, I feel that after that person knew something, they determined that someone else would come in, so in a sense, it was left for me.

I held my breath and slowly unrolled the slightly yellowed bamboo scroll in my hand. When the words on it came into view, I was so moved that I almost cried.

After such a long time, I can finally see what my compatriots left behind.

I can recognize the handwriting on it; these words are the culmination of nine years of compulsory education!

The bamboo slips are two or three meters long, and they look like something that the mysterious person wrote and left behind after a long time.

The opening paragraph above is recorded as follows:

Friend, if you are fortunate enough to see this message, it means that you, like me, are experiencing misfortune in this world.

Just as I suspected, I wasn't the only one to arrive in this world; others had come before me.

Next came the description of how this mysterious person came into this world. I skimmed through it and found that his situation was strikingly similar to mine.

We all came into this world after accidentally seeing a glimmer of white light while we were asleep.

However, there is very little information about this mysterious person himself, and he seems reluctant to reveal his identity.

The following information is the key:

I have been in this world for countless years, and I have always been searching for a way out.

But as time went on, I realized that I seemed to have entered another space and was trapped inside, and it was simply a pipe dream to get out on my own.

Things continued until I encountered an indigenous tribe, which is the tribe you are seeing now.

There are so many incredible things happening in this world. Creatures from different geological eras can coexist and survive in the same world.

When I arrived at this tribe, I encountered a creature named after its local pronunciation, called Haru.

I don't know which period it belongs to, but these primates are incredibly strong and highly intelligent, so I've always suspected that they are some kind of ancient humans that evolved in ancient times.

However, after our many battles with Haru, I discovered that these guys were not as simple as I had thought; they must have their own lineage.