I realized they must be humans, or maybe some other races like elves, or someone like catgirls. The thought sent a pang of excitement through me, a reminder of the potential that lay within this new world.
I decided to move in the direction of those red dots and selected the area with my mind. It pinpointed the location, and the map showed how many kilometers it was away. It was 12 km away from my location. I couldn't help but curse.
"You want me to walk 12 km? I am going to die..." The words were a mix of frustration and disbelief, a reflection of the turmoil within me.
But then I looked at my clothes and thought of the Magical Tool. I wondered if this thing could be changed into a vehicle. I decided to try it, and suddenly, the tool changed into a mountain bike in an instant. I realized this was truly a magical tool, just limited by my imagination.
I didn't know who or what those people were, in the form of red dots, whether they were humans or some other race, or if they were friendly or not. So I made the engine electric to make it silent and rode it in that direction.
The jungle was dense in between, and it was difficult to ride, even with the mountain bike. But somehow, I reached there and wore the Magical Tool by converting it into a t-shirt and shorts.
I looked at the scene, and it looked like a village, a tribe with huts made of mud and straw. I was still 500 meters away, and I had to walk as it was a slope down from here.
I decided to take a look at the people here and lie down on the slope so I wouldn't be spotted or noticed. I again used the Magical Tool and converted it into binoculars, looking through them.
I saw people who were humans wearing leaf clothes, and women wearing them barely covered their nipples and pussies. But you could spot their pubic hair easily through that. I saw some males, and they had spears made of wooden sticks with a sharpened stone attached at the end.
"Don't fucking tell me that I came to the past, like 10000 B.C., or maybe even the Stone Age. If that's the case, then I am fucking screwed. How will I live with these savages?" I couldn't help but curse, the words a mix of frustration and disbelief.
Suddenly, a prompting voice echoed in my mind...
[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully identified your current era as the Stone Age. As a reward for this discovery, you have been awarded 100 Pervert Points.]
"Motherfucker.... I really traveled to the Stone Age Era...." The words were a mix of shock and resignation, a reflection of the new reality I found myself in.
I looked at the reward: 100 Pervert Points, a small consolation in this strange new world. I couldn't help but curse the system for sending me here, but I also couldn't deny the fact that it had saved my life.
I was now an Immortal being in the Stone Age era, a thought that sent a shiver of excitement through me. The implications were vast, the potential both exhilarating and terrifying.
I could be a GOD to these primitive people, ruling over this untouched world. The thought was intoxicating, a mix of power and possibility that sent my mind reeling.
With 100 Pervert Points at my disposal, I quickly decided to make a purchase. I bought a water bottle, spending a mere 2 Pervert Points. The bottle materialized in my hand, appearing out of thin air.
I drank it, feeling a sense of refreshment wash over me. It was a simple pleasure, a stark reminder of the luxuries I had taken for granted in my past life.
Looking at the empty water bottle in my hand, I thought of something. I looked at the system storage, a virtual space that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
I wondered if I could also put things back there. With a thought, I willed the empty water bottle into the system storage, and it disappeared from my hand. I chuckled, thinking it was awesome. With unlimited storage, many things were possible.
But I couldn't help but sigh at my situation. I was getting happy over a fucking water bottle, a simple pleasure that was a stark reminder of the life I had left behind.
Thinking of all the luxuries I had in my life, now gone, the cars, the power in society, everything just vanished. But looking at the Supermarket Store, I knew I could recreate all kinds of luxury, and maybe even go beyond that.
However, to do so, I needed to earn more Pervert Points, and for that, I needed women. The thought sent a pang of desire through me, a reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me.
As I lie there, the binoculars in hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desire wash over me. The women in the village were a sight to behold, their bodies a testament to the physical labor they endured daily.
The first woman I saw was sitting at the front of her hut, her face a mix of beauty and strength. Her skin tone was a hot Mexican beauty, not quite brown or white, but a unique blend that was undeniably sexy. Her tits were massive, full and round, with dark, erect nipples that begged to be sucked and teased.
Her waist was slim, tapering down to wide hips that swayed seductively as she moved. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back, framing her face and accentuating her high cheekbones and full lips.
The other women were no different, their bodies slim and curvaceous, their skin tones varying from creamy white to shades of caramel brown. They all had long hair, cascading down to their waists, a stark contrast to the primitive world around them. Their breasts were full and firm, their nipples hard and inviting.
Their thighs were thick and muscular, a testament to the physical labor they endured daily. And on their thighs, they bore intricate tattoos, swirling patterns that seemed to dance and writhe as they moved. The tattoos were a mix of black and red, a stark contrast to their skin tones, and they seemed to tell a story, a tale of their lives and experiences.
Their necklaces were made of bones, a stark reminder of the primitive world they lived in. But on them, the necklaces were a thing of beauty, a testament to their strength and resilience.
The bones were polished and smooth, a stark contrast to the rough and tumble world around them. And between their breasts, the bones seemed to nestle, a stark reminder of the life and death that surrounded them.