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Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 801    |    Released on: Today at 14:54

t through the hole in the roof, h

dy ached from sleeping on the solid stone slab.

athing shallow but even. She moved quietly, slipping

ld. Ariel selected a few of the thickest, most flexi

nots, twisted strands, and wove the vines together with practiced e

e fish basket sat in her lap. It had a

rubbing his temples. He froze when he saw he

breaking through his usual dull, sickly facade. B

he grinned, holdin

waving him over. "L

ing up, the air still cool. They reached the riverbank

led back on itself. She dropped the basket int

w fat, squirming mutated earthworms. She crus

cked up several thin, sharp-edged stones. She tested t

sed. Ariel point

she in

rope. Together, they ha

nside, more than a dozen mutated fish thrashed wil

hese fish were notoriously hard to catch. Fa

hree swift moves, she gutted a fish, scraping out the in

hite fish meat on a flat rock. She picked up another

into a sticky paste. She spotted some wild ginger grass growing nearby. She ripped up

She set their only dented iron pot on top, fille

d her left hand into a fist, and using her thumb and index finger, she forced a perf

aroma exploded into the air. It was incredible. Noth

hroat bobbed visibly. His e

with a stick. She blew on it twic

at

econd, then opened h

, and deeply satisfying. It burst across his taste buds. It

t Ariel, this dirty, skinny girl, li

shock. Her s

he said. "Permanent partner

He swallowed. He didn

es

nod

oden bucket and hurried toward the center

er her feet. In her mind, she wasn't just seeing dirt. She was

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Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure
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“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.”