In Another World With My Building Skills, And Made My Own Kingdom

Are We in the Stone Age?

The sun rose over the vast expanse of Kenta's newly created world, casting its warm rays across the land and illuminating the breathtaking beauty of the evolving landscape. The world, still young and full of promise, was entering what could be described as the Stone Age. The air was filled with the sounds of nature and the bustling activity of early human civilization, whose inhabitants were learning, adapting, and evolving with each passing day.

Kenta observed from his divine vantage point, marveling at the ingenuity and resilience of the humans who inhabited his world. These early humans, though primitive by future standards, were remarkable in their resourcefulness and determination. They had mastered the basics of survival—hunting, gathering, and building rudimentary shelters. They communicated through a developing language and worked together in small, cooperative groups, forming the first hints of society.

Despite their progress, Kenta knew that these humans faced significant challenges. Their tools, made from stone, wood, and bone, were crude and inefficient. Their shelters, though functional, provided minimal protection from the elements. Life was a constant struggle, with danger lurking in every shadow. Predatory animals, harsh weather, and the scarcity of food were just a few of the obstacles they had to overcome.

As he watched their struggles and triumphs, Kenta felt a deep sense of responsibility. He had created this world and these people, and he wanted to see them succeed. He decided to intervene subtly, providing them with resources that would aid their development without revealing his presence directly. He wanted to empower them to shape their own destiny, to learn and grow through their efforts and ingenuity.

With a wave of his hand, Kenta imbued the land with hidden deposits of valuable materials. Flint, obsidian, and other precious stones were strategically placed near areas where the humans had settled. These resources, when discovered, would significantly enhance their ability to craft tools, weapons, and structures, accelerating their progress and easing their daily struggles.

The discovery of these resources sparked a wave of excitement and curiosity among the humans. Tribes that had previously struggled to survive now found themselves with the means to thrive. Flint and obsidian, far superior to the stones they had been using, allowed them to craft sharper, more durable tools. These new tools, in turn, made hunting and gathering more efficient, leading to an increase in food supplies and overall prosperity.

Gathered around the newfound resources, the humans held councils and discussions, debating the nature of their sudden good fortune. Some believed it to be a sign from the spirits of the land, while others speculated about a powerful deity watching over them. Whispers of a benevolent god spread among the tribes, as they marveled at the appearance of these gifts from the heavens.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast a golden glow over the land, the leaders of several tribes gathered around a large fire. The flames flickered and danced, casting long shadows and illuminating the faces of the gathered humans. They spoke in hushed tones, their voices filled with wonder and reverence.

"We have been blessed," said one elder, his voice trembling with emotion. "The spirits of the land have given us these gifts to help us survive and thrive."

A younger man, his eyes bright with curiosity, nodded in agreement. "But why now? Why have these gifts appeared at this moment?"

An older woman, wise and respected among her people, raised her hand for silence. "Perhaps it is not for us to question the timing. We should be grateful for what we have been given and use these resources wisely."

The tribes agreed, and over the following days, they held rituals and ceremonies to honor the unseen force that had blessed them. They built shrines and altars, offering prayers and thanks to the unknown god who had provided for their needs. Stories and legends began to emerge, weaving tales of a benevolent deity who cared for their well-being and watched over them from afar.