After traveling through time and becoming the bane of the orc tribe, I was tied to the altar and prepared to be sacrificed.
The priest angrily shouted: "If the disaster star is not eliminated, the tribe will never have food!"
I pointed at the poisonous weeds beside the altar and laughed out loud: "This thing is edible when cooked, but you treat it like garbage?"
The patriarch's son broke open the poisonous weed tuber, and the snow-white flesh exuded a sweet smell.
That night, the whole family burst into tears while eating roast potatoes.
The priest crushed poisonous weed seeds in the shadows: "She must die."
…
Cold, biting cold, like countless fine needles piercing into the seams of bones. His consciousness was sinking in the sticky darkness, and every struggle brought tearing pain. The ribs and leg bones were experiencing dull pain in one wave after another. The fishy smell of rust and earth was stuck in his throat, and every weak breath was like pulling rough sandpaper.
Who I am?
The vague memory fragments are like smashed ice: the dazzling lights of the sterile laboratory, the nutritional analysis data scrolling on the computer screen, the touch of fingertips tapping the keyboard... A figure in a white coat, clear and distant. Linxi? That's my name?
But what followed was overwhelming chaos and a sense of falling. The strong wind screamed in the ears, and the fear of weightlessness gripped the heart. The field of vision was rapidly enlarged and occupied by the green land covered with primeval dense forests, and then - there was a crash that was so dull that the soul trembled, and the darkness that swallowed everything.
No, not complete darkness.
My eyelids were as heavy as lead weights. I used all my strength to barely open a crack. The light was weak, but it was enough to sting the pupils that had just adapted to the darkness. First reflected
