Lord of the Low Version System

Heaven and earth are a good place, the only bad thing is that it is too high.

It is far too high-end for ordinary people, let alone a person with a small body like Tamil.

It took Thamel half an hour to climb the door steps alone.

When he finally touched the threshold of heaven and earth, Taimuer lay on the ground exhausted, all the strength in his body was drained away.

Too high.

Looking down from here is like climbing a peak and looking down at the foot of the mountain.

Heaven and earth...such a majestic name, such splendid decorations, these eight stone pillars supporting the sky, and brilliant lights...

Tamir swallowed and whispered, It must be the temple where the gods live.

The strange thing is, why are there no gods?

After lingering in front of the door for a long time, the desire to explore finally prevailed. Taiyil trotted along and quietly entered the hall.

What catches the eye is purple decoration.

Purple……

This is the most expensive color on the Titan continent. Unlike the common colors of black, white, red and blue lights, purple fuel is difficult to obtain and difficult to make. Even the kings of the civilized world can only get a ribbon or something, and large-scale flags are not used at all. think.

Tamil didn't know the price of purple, but he knew it was a color he had never seen before.

It is indeed a palace of the gods, gorgeous and luxurious...

If you knock a brick back, you can exchange it for a lot of sheep, right?

Thinking of the taste of roasted lamb, Tamil became even hungrier.

The smell of food wafted up, and Taimu followed the smell and soon found the fruit plate on the table.

All kinds of food that I have seen and never seen before.

Well, actually I haven’t seen any of them.

Is this the feast of the gods? Mountains of food, fresh milk as big as a lake, tableware as big as mountains of gold and silver...

Hunger creates motivation.

Hunger makes you uplifting.

Tamir climbed all the way holding the legs of the stool, then grabbed the veins on the tablecloth and climbed up. After an unknown amount of time, he finally touched the edge of the tabletop.

Finally I won't be hungry anymore.

Tamil carefully ate a little corner of the food.

Titan God forgive me, I will only eat a little bit... and a little bit more... this is the last time...

In the end, Tamil ate so much that he couldn't even sit up.

Internal anxiety arose, and Tamil did not dare to act recklessly at the god's table.

But looking down from the desktop, it looks like a bottomless abyss.

It can't be solved here. If you don't dare to jump down, it will definitely be too late if you climb down.

At this time, Tamil slapped his head.

Why did you forget the ring?

Carefully recall the usage of the ring.

Set a fixed teleportation point here. Wouldn't it be possible to teleport here every time in the future?

Thinking of not having to climb stairs, stools and tables, Taimu decisively set up a teleportation point.

By the way, the ring also has storage space.

God Titan forgive me, I'll just take a little bit... I'll take a little bit more... It's really the last bit... That's all left, let's take it together.

After returning to the Titan Continent, Tamil fully understood what it means to have food in your hands and no panic in your heart.

Food for the gods.

Food never tasted before.

Not only is it delicious, but it's also plentiful and stacked.

Tamil had never seen so much food in his life.

Don't talk about him, I probably haven't seen any living beings in Titan Continent.

With so much food in hand, what’s the next step?

Feeling full and warm?

nonexistent.

Live the life of a rich man?

How can it be.

Tamil's honest and honest face is embedded with a pair of slightly cunning eyes.

Barbarians are proud of being rough and bold, and are ashamed of being calculating.

The barbarians think that Tamil is a fool, not because there is something wrong with Tamil's brain, but because what Tamil says and does is inconsistent with the customs and habits of the barbarians.

To put it clearly, Tamil's body is similar to that of a plateau savage, but his brain is closer to that of a person from the southern civilized world.

But in the eyes of barbarians, this means being mentally retarded, mentally ill, and thinking abnormally.

If the barbarians got so much food, the only possibility was to take it back and share it with the tribesmen, and everyone would light a bonfire and party for three days and nights.

After eating and drinking, everyone did whatever they were supposed to do.

But Tamil is different.

He thought about how to make the most of the food.

Think about how you can use your ability to travel around the world to your advantage.

Perhaps out of ignorance, or perhaps out of awe of the Titans, even if there was no one in the other world, Taimu still didn't have the idea of ​​occupying the magpie's nest.

His current vision is still limited to the tribe, and his greatest desire is to kill the chief and replace him.

Yes, kill the chief.

That incompetent guy just has a good father.

Bah, you dare to say that my father is a fake shaman.

They dare to say that we stole wine.

In this regard, the Tamils ​​are very different from the plateau savages.

Big breasts but not a big heart.

He is very vindictive.

Therefore, after unexpectedly acquiring huge resources, the first thing that Tamil thought of was how to use them for revenge.

At this time, a familiar yet unfamiliar memory flowed through Tamil's mind.

I wore a metal armor and held a long knife with a cold light. He entered and exited the tribe seven times, beheaded the chief, and stepped on his head to ascend to the throne.

What a strange picture.

But there is no denying that these scenes made Tamil's blood boil.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

It's just that the strength doesn't allow it.

The chief holds all the rights to collect, hunt, and trade materials in the tribe.

For this reason, the chief won over the warriors in the tribe, gave them plenty of food, and provided them with a set of leather armor. Some outstanding ones could even get metal weapons.

Others, however, have no clothes to cover their bodies and no food to eat.

Even the growing children, let alone others, don’t have enough to eat.

For the savages who have been struggling on the edge of abject poverty all year round and often starve to death, mastering food is equivalent to mastering people's hearts and rights.

He turned his hand and took out a fragrant black food, smashed the hard shell with a few punches, and took a bite, full of oily and crispy fragrance (melon seeds).

tasty!

Tamir put his head in and rubbed it on the food, making his face shiny and fragrant.

In the civilized world of the south, this look would definitely represent filth and slovenliness, but on the plateau, it is clearly a symbol of wealth.

In this way, as soon as Tamil entered the tribe, he attracted the eyes and noses of many barbarians.

No one applauded, but a series of rumbling stomach growls was more enthusiastic than the applause.

What's this?

It smells so good.

What did Tamil eat out?

Taimu didn't speak, he just stood upwind, letting his fragrance float farther, letting more people smell his strong aura of dominance.

Oh no, body scent.