Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure

Chapter 2

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ed it hard. A loud, grating creak echoed through the empty

was a thick, suffocating mix of mold,

g her sleeve over her nose and mouth as

ame blocking the worst of the dusty draft. He waved his hand

cattered stones, piles of dried weeds, and dirt covered the floor. And there, in the center of the

c, the despair. She was a survivor. She had survi

s chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths. She poi

was gentle, but it left no

prise, maybe. He wasn't used to being ordered to r

own, his movements slow and deliberate. He settled b

ratches and fresh bruises. She found a half-bald broom in the corner and began to s

t with the broom. It didn't budge. She dropped the broom and press

o the rough edges, her face turning red from t

d struggle. His fingers tapped lig

ed over until he sto

ry," he s

brow. She opened her mouth to stop h

ppressed power. A tiny thread of silver wolf ener

ng into a mask of effort. The hundred-pound rock sc

race himself against the wall. He let out a seri

ed over, grabbing his arm. His sk

e reevaluated him. He was stronger than he looked, possessing a surprising burst of power, but

orner. Nothing. Just dust and splinters. Finally, in th

ainstakingly scraped away the blackened, moldy skin. It

in half. The larger piece, maybe a

root in his hand. A complex emotion

ardboard. It was dry and hard to swallow. But she force

water flow. The depth. The terrain. Remember

e. She turned to Elvin, her eyes

he announced,

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Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure

Tangye Wanzi Romance

“I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a fragile rodent-variant female in a brutal, mutated wasteland. Before I could even process my new reality, I was shoved into a mandatory pairing auction. The guards gave me exactly ten seconds to find a partner, or I would be sent to the deadly border patrol squads as cannon fodder. Three massive, heavily scarred mutants with greedy eyes immediately locked onto me, ready to claim me as their plaything. Desperate for a legal shield, I scrambled away from the brutes and made a shocking choice. I walked straight up to the one person everyone else was avoiding like the plague-a sickly, pale man coughing up dark red blood in the corner. "Partner up. I need a shield, you need a caretaker." When the guard registered our names, the entire square erupted in open mockery. The chieftain even warned me that my new partner was poisoned, a dead man walking who couldn't hunt or protect me. In their eyes, a weakling and a dying man were nothing but a joke, doomed to freeze or starve. But the jeering crowd didn't know two things. First, I possessed a wealth of old-world survival knowledge. Second, the fragile man sleeping on my stone bed wasn't just a dying invalid. Why would an elite silver wolf warrior with terrifying, suppressed power hide among the lowest of the low? I didn't care about his secrets. Looking at the barren dirt behind our rundown shelter, I handed him a stone hoe. While the rest of the camp waited for us to die, we were going to build an impenetrable underground fortress.”