The Primitive Adventures of a Chipmunk

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With one blink, the sickly Hua Shi’an transmigrated.

The price for regaining his health was—two legs turning into four, skin turning into fur, and a city of steel turning into a primeval jungle…

Natural disasters raged, predators attacked—it was a disastrous start.

Hua Shi’an found himself transmigrated in the middle of an escape, struggling alongside his tribe until they stumbled into a mysterious forest.

The Giant Tree Forest, rumored to be mysterious and dangerous, was also known as the Beastman Forbidden Zone.

The tribe members who fled into the forest to survive: Completely clueless, we don’t recognize any of the plants or animals. We’re doomed! We’re definitely going to starve to death!

But when Hua Shi’an took a look, he laughed out loud on the spot. Ha, this is familiar territory!

Peanuts, pine nuts, chestnuts, blueberries, taro…

What’s the difference between this and going back to my hometown!

The delicacies he had missed in his past life had become an obsession. Stroking his own dull fur and looking at the weak, pitiful, teary-eyed little squirrels in the tree hollow, Hua, the master theorist, thought: Let’s do this!

Gathering, hunting, clearing land, planting, raising animals, building…

It started with just wanting a bite to eat, just to feed himself.

Before he knew it, under Hua Shi’an’s leadership, the weak little squirrel tribe had become the most prosperous in the entire Giant Tree Forest.

The Lord Priest had come of age, and the single beastmen in the tribe were restless, fanning their tails like peacocks.

Rock Squirrel: “An, are these the muscles you were talking about? I’ve built them up!”

Long-nosed Squirrel: “Lord Priest, this is the fur I’ve shed recently. It’s a gift for you to line your bed.”

Red-bellied Squirrel: “Shi’an, this is the sheepskin coat I sewed for you to wear.”

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Between those trying to curry favor and those just joining the excitement, everyone assumed Hua Shi’an would choose a powerful warrior to be his mate.

But in the end, it was the tribe’s most disliked and easily bullied big, foolish oaf who stood before everyone, holding Hua Shi’an’s hand, unable to hide his joy. “W-We’re together now.”

The tribe’s squirrels: !!?

Our Lord Priest, the very picture of wisdom and beauty, was plucked away by a big, foolish oaf?