Primitive King System
Chapter 1: The Pit of Fate
Year 2100.
Fireworks exploded across the night sky. Cities glittered with celebration as humanity welcomed a new era of progress.
But not everyone was celebrating.
Kael Draven walked alone under the neon lights, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders heavy.
"Rejected… again."
Today, he had failed another interview at a multinational company. It was supposed to be his breakthrough, but luck never seemed to stand on his side.
Lost in thought, he walked down a poorly lit street.
CRACK!
Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet collapsed.
"W-What?!"
Before he could react, Kael Draven fell into a deep silt pit. Darkness swallowed him whole.
Then—
Silence.
Awakening
Kael Draven slowly opened his eyes.
Bird cries echoed in the distance. The smell of wet soil filled the air.
"…Where am I?"
He looked down at his hands—and froze.
These were not his hands.
They were rough, darker, and slightly muscular.
He stood up abruptly.
Pain shot through his head.
Memories flooded in like a broken dam.
A tribal village.
A powerful father—the head of the tribe.
An uncle.
Betrayal.
Murder.
Exile.
The original owner of this body, a seventeen-year-old boy named Aristo, had been framed by his uncle after his father was killed. He was thrown out of the village and left unconscious, surviving for two days by eating whatever he could find.
Kael Draven clutched his head.
"No… I'm Kael Draven…"
Suddenly, a translucent glowing figure appeared before him.
The System
"Welcome, Host."
A calm mechanical voice echoed in the air.
"You have been transmigrated to the world known as Than Primitive Realm."
Draven pupils shrank.
"You now inhabit the body of Aristo, age seventeen."
"Your mission: build your own village and develop civilization using your modern knowledge."
The voice paused.
"And take revenge for your father's death."
"Only after completing your mission will you return to your original world—at the exact moment you left."
A faint blue interface appeared before him.
[Primitive Development System Activated]
Draven took a slow breath.
"So… this is real."
First Survival
The forest around him was dense and unfamiliar. Strange sounds echoed between the trees.
Soon, he noticed a cluster of small brown fruits hanging from a vine.
A notification appeared.
[Honey Drop Fruit Identified]
• Edible
• Non-poisonous
• High sugar content
• Restores stamina
Without hesitation, he picked one and bit into it.
Sweet juice burst in his mouth.
Warm energy flowed through his body like gentle rain.
"Not bad…"
Hungry since morning, he kept eating until his stomach was completely full.
After resting for a moment, he continued moving forward.
Night in the Cave
Darkness slowly swallowed the forest.
Distant howls sent chills down his spine.
He needed shelter.
After searching carefully, he spotted a cave hidden behind thick vines.
Draven cautiously stepped inside.
The cave was deep… silent… cold.
No signs of beasts—for now.
Safe enough.
He leaned against the stone wall and looked at the dark ceiling.
"New world… primitive era… build a village…"
His eyes hardened.
"If the world abandoned me once…"
"I'll build a new one myself."
Outside, the moon rose over the Than Primitive Realm.
Inside the cave—
The journey of a future tribal king had begun.