Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure

Chapter 4

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was made from the ribs of some gia

rd, the chieftain. He sounded tired, but

or open. She and El

lackened wheat stalks, his brow furrowed in frustration. He looked up. When he saw Arie

of fish ball soup onto the bone desk. The bowl was

rich, savory scent cut thro

ing in the broth. "What is this?"

om the bony, tasteless mutated fish in t

e spoon. He scooped up a single ball, eyei

ed once

t his chair shot backward, scraping against the ston

ive him a seco

nent partnership with him,"

rom the miraculous soup to Ariel, then to the pale man behind her. His face darken

He's a dead man walking. He'll drag you down. He

gaze dropped to the floor,

bbed Elvin's cold, limp ha

teady and firm. "I need someone smart. Someone w

eye. "I'm weak. I need a partne

aw, then down at the bowl of soup that still smelled like a d

ll, rectangular metal tag. He tossed it acro

me crying to me wh

g. It was the official

a second. "I have

raised a

ur shelter," she said, pointing in the g

t wanted to plant a few weeds. "Fine. Take it." He gr

ight. Ariel's face was lit wi

there, she dropped to her knees in the dirt outside the door

"is going to be our new home. An underground for

m from the freezing winds. How the deep walls would keep ou

dn't call her crazy. His eyes actually

ed me to do?" h

. She pointed toward the scrap

. Strong wood. Any

s were slow, but there was a solid, un

in the dirt, calculating the volume of earth they needed to move, the tool

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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.”