Taming My Vicious Feral Wolf Slave

Chapter 3

Word Count: 763 | Released on: 11/05/2026

dirt floor of the thatched hut. They didn't even

face an emotionless mask, an

hed from Kaylee's legs. She collapsed onto her knees in the dirt,

her head. "Soul-detonation successfully

's ash-gray face. His c

she screamed in her mind

ensional Store," Alex replied, c

ng with soft blue light, ex

pectrum antibiotics, sterile surgical kits, and even modern firearms

balance of 100 points. De

own to the clearance sec

ti-inflammatory Powder," 40 points on a bundle of two clean, woven l

thin air, dropping onto the rough

wder and crawled over to Elijah. She reach

ing dragged across the plaza. If she applied the medicine directly over the dirt

ails were caked with black grime. The animal ski

one to give him sepsis. In this primitive world, ba

contaminate h

r to a large stone vat in the corner of the roo

ling animal skin, shivering as

ce was a face covered in soot and dirt, but beneath th

splashed it onto her face, gasping at the shock

cent of lavender exploded into the air, aggressively pus

filth of the original owner. She washed he

, Kaylee felt like a human being again. The fabric was rough by

ugh her wet hair, taking

signs are droppi

he stone vat. The water inside was now gray and

table. She had to go to the stream out

erself, Kaylee pushed open the

s were gathering in the open spaces, prep

herself as small as possible as she walked

couldn

f raw meat and unwashed bodies like a knife. Every mal

ned. Eyes

ange, pristine white fabric, looked like

instantly died, replaced by

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“Kaylee woke up to the smell of rotting leaves and blood, realizing she had transmigrated into the grimdark fantasy novel she was reading last night. A robotic system in her head immediately delivered a death sentence: she was the tribe's vicious cannon fodder, and the male lead-a brutally tortured slave named Elijah-was currently dying on a totem pole outside. "If he dies, you will face instant soul-detonation." Kaylee rushed to the plaza, using her villainous authority to stop the execution and drag his mangled body back to her hut. But saving him was a nightmare. The original owner's sadism had traumatized him so deeply that her gentle touches and clean bandages only triggered his PTSD. His feral energy spiraled out of control, his golden eyes burning with paranoid terror as he waited for a new, twisted psychological game. To keep his energy from detonating and killing them both, Kaylee was forced to act like a monster. "I didn't save you because I care. A dead slave is useless to me." Only her cruel insults and threats of future torture calmed his broken mind. Adding to her despair, she stumbled upon the novel's supposedly innocent heroine in the forest, only to hear her system detect a terrifying anomaly. The fragile heroine had her own cheat system. Trapped with a paranoid future-tyrant and a rival player manipulating the tribe's strongest warriors, Kaylee shoved a bowl of hot stew at the bleeding slave with a mocking sneer. To survive this hell, she had to play the villain perfectly.”