True Marvel World

This is a green grassland, the unnamed green grass is about one meter high, swaying slightly with the cold wind.

The grassland seems to have no end in sight, but there is a group of creatures living here that are not in harmony with the grassland and it.

These are a group of strange beings with eight legs, six arms and two heads. Their feet are on each side, four on each side, and three on each side of the arms, growing in front of their stomachs.

The head is even more strange, the pointy grows on the top, and there is a concave circle in the middle, like a sharp stone and a round stone falling together, very strange.

Together, the height can be more than ten meters tall! (slightly modified)

They walk sideways. There are four joints on their eight feet, which together are about seven meters long and half a meter thick. When walking, the four joints have mana and move with their huge bodies.

Just like a crab!

Although this group of beings don't know what a crab is...

There are about a dozen lives in this crab-like group. When the sun gradually rose from a distance, one of the most powerful crab life opened its folded eyelids and hid the two eyes inside its head. Bulging out, looking at the yellowish sun in the distance.

"It's time to eat!"

The most powerful crab life should be the leader of the group. When he saw the sun rise, he made a strange cry, and woke up the rest of the crab life who had not opened their eyes.

"What are you eating today?"

"Yeah, what are you eating today?"

...

The strange chirping sounds came from the mouths of these awakened crab lives, and they were all surrounded by the leader, making it extremely noisy.

"Shut up, eat whatever I say!"

The leader couldn't take it anymore, and shouted, finally making the surrounding guys close their mouths like a black hole.

"Black hole" was the word he just thought of. It was when he saw a bottomless hole in the dark. It was a fitting metaphor for the unfilled mouth of a fool's clan.

Right, metaphor?

I seem to have thought of a new word!

The leader rejoiced, but was no longer angry, and led a group of clansmen and began to walk in the direction of the rising sun.

According to previous experience, there will always be good things in the direction of the rising sun, such as food.

Once he led the tribe to the direction of the rising sun, and saw a fat and fat creature. This creature had only four legs and no hands. Except for the head and feet, the rest of the place was full of meat, about six or seven. As long as the rice is long, one can almost make their entire tribe eat a meal, and it tastes delicious and delicious.

He called this creature 'big meat', which means big meat!

But this kind of creature is not often encountered. When you are unlucky, let alone "big meat", you can't even find the "small meat" that is one or two meters long and covered in hair.

At this time, he can only lead the tribe to eat the grass that is three or four meters long, and stuff the grass into the stomach through the 'black hole', so that they can live.

In fact, the leader didn't know why they had to live, only that if they didn't eat, they would be miserable.

When they are at their worst, they will even eat the clansmen who look the same as themselves.

I remember that there were several wars on the grasslands, because there was nothing to eat, so his ethnic group fought with other ethnic groups, and then ate each other's flesh!

In the last battle, his clan defeated the other side, but there were only a dozen or so clan members left, and they could only escape to this prairie where there were few 'big meat' and 'little meat' and only grass.

In fact, apart from eating and living, he sometimes wonders, why do they live?

He remembered that even the longest living clan he knew had only lived for two hundred years.

As for two hundred years?

This is how the older generation counts the rising and setting of the sun.

Every day, they would slash one foot or one arm, wait for ten strokes, and then slash the other arm or leg, until fourteen arms and legs were scratched, even if one year.

After a year, start again.

Their bodies are strong, and as a year goes by, the first scratches will become shallower, so you can see.

As for how much two hundred years is, and how many times the sun has risen... He can't figure it out.

He believes that the clan he is leading now cannot be counted.

It is said that only the large group of more than 100 clansmen closest to the sun can figure out this complex problem.

"Head, I just saw a little meat in the direction of the sun!"

At this time, a clansman came over and pointed in the direction of the sun, interrupting his thinking.

He was very angry when his thinking was interrupted. He raised one foot and kicked the clan's foot: "Why don't you go and catch me? What are you talking about?"

"Head, whatever you said you saw, you had to tell you that you were taking action first!" This clan was kicked very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to fight back.

"It seems to be the case..."

The leader also sounded that he had said this, and stopped: "Go, take me to catch that 'little meat'!"

"Yes, head."

Thinking that they would be able to eat something after a while, the clan finally became happy, and followed the leader towards the place where the 'little meat' was found.

All of a sudden, more than a dozen or so meters of crab life ran sideways towards the sun, trying to catch the little meat that this tribe saw just now.

It's just that the leader drove a group of people a long way, but still didn't find the 'little meat', some just couldn't see the end of the grass.

"Damn!"

The leader scolded angrily, found the clansman who had just said that he had seen the food, and started punching and kicking.

As soon as he made his move, the rest of the clansmen who had run for nothing also rushed up and started beating.

They do this often.

"All stop!"

After fighting for a long time, the leader felt a little hungry, so he called the other clansmen to stop.

"I'm hungry, eat something!"

If he had nothing to say, he found a grass field that they hadn't stepped on, pulled up the grass on the ground with his hands, shook it a few times, and stuffed it into the 'black hole' in his mouth.

Huh?

mouth?

It seems that this word is much better than 'black hole'?

He shouted a lot more, and when he found out that it was right, he became happy.

"Look at me. From now on, it's not called 'black hole', it's called mouth! Do you understand?"

After being happy, he called the rest of the clan to look at him, and then pointed to his mouth and said.

"Yes, head!"

The other clansmen swallowed the grass with a lot of dirt and answered with a roar.

This is their tradition.

At this time, the guy who was just beaten by a large group of clansmen also stood up slowly, pulled up the grass that was just pressed by his body, and ate.

He wasn't dead yet, he just felt that his body was a little more painful, and he couldn't die.

On the contrary, after this time, his body should be stronger!

This is the benefit of being beaten.

After swallowing a handful of grass with dirt, his eyes turned to the direction of the sun again.

A touch of flesh appeared in his bulging eyes.

This is a 'big meat' that is six or seven meters long!

"Head, 'Big Meat'!" He burst out with all his strength, pointing over there and roaring at the leader.

The leader looked over and saw it.

Then there was a chase, and these strange beings more than ten meters high rushed towards the so-called 'big meat'.

And behind these lives, the guy who was thought to be 'little meat' suddenly appeared there, looking at the crab lives chasing, showing a smile.

‘I don’t know what these lives that I made out of my hands will turn into in the end? ’