This is a place called "Monkey Pavilion Valley". The primitive intelligent creatures still practice the lifestyle of working when the sun rises and breathing when the sun sets, almost isolated from the world.

In a cave with hot springs, there is a blazing flame, and several skewers of barbecue placed above are emitting the aroma of cumin.

A fat and strong monkey king, about two meters tall, is racking his brains to create words on the sand.

For an intelligent race, the most important thing is inheritance. Wisdom without inheritance is not wisdom, just a little bit of personal cleverness.

However, as the amount of knowledge increases, the words left by our ancestors begin to be insufficient, so we can only create them out of thin air.

The Monkey King scratched his head and touched his ears. He had been brewing in front of the fire for a long time. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and suppressed a word.

It drew a monkey skull on the ground with a knife inserted into it, which probably means "danger".

After inventing this word, the Monkey King was very satisfied. He grinned "Jie Jie" and laughed. He was exhausted from all the thinking he had just racked his brains. He was even more tired than fighting 10 female monkeys at night.

But the feeling I suppressed is simply...perfect!

The Monkey King roared, and then several "tribe elders" of different sizes gathered around to discuss the usage of this "word", whether it could be improved, etc. It was really impressive, a kind of civilized meeting.
Chapter completed!