NovelEnglishChapter 229 The Primitive Man On a small island that is located a thousand nautical miles away.
Seraphina slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a chaotic mess of damp leaves scattered on the ground.
She tried to move but couldn't; something was binding her tightly.
As she turned around, she was startled to see a wild-looking man squatting next to her. He was making exaggerated facial expressions. His face, darkened with dirt and adorned with various colored markings, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but scream in fear.
The wild man actually smiled at her.
He was bare-chested, with long, tangled hair falling over his shoulders. Necklaces made of what appeared to be animal bones hung around his neck, while a makeshift skirt of leaves covered his lower body.
Seraphina trembled in terror. Was death smiling at her? She sat up in fear, trying to move away from him as she scanned her surroundings.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAll around, there were crude, tent-like structures made of branches still covered in leaves. She recognized these branches from the forest nearby.
Bending into flexible arcs, the branches thickly layered themselves with leaves. It could provide sprotection from the elements, but the space inside was cramped, with no gaps for ventilation, making it damp and dark.
Seraphina's face grew paler. She was cold, thirsty, and starving, and as she fully awakened, the sensations becunbearable.
I still trap in this godforsaken place?! Her fingers clenched tightly, turning white at the tips.
The wild man took a step closer, as if to touch her. Seraphina screamed and shrank back.
Glancing to the side, she saw, not far off, a group of dozens of wild-looking men. They all dressed similarly.
They had fierce features, deep-set eyes, and pronounced facial structures. They looked like... foreigners, but savages! Yes, savages! Her heart sank deeper.
What... what kind of place is this? The realization hit Seraphina like a ton of bricks. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Were these people carrying her here like an animal? In front of the group, a fire had already been set. A strong-looking man, clearly the leader, was sitting near 1/3 15:32 Mon, Oct 28 B.
Chapter 229 The Primitive Man 60% Finished Another man was using a slender stick to drill into a piece of wood. He was trying to start a fire, and smoke began to rise.
As the fire gradually took hold, it was transferred to a pile of dry leaves. Within moments, the fire blazed and consumed the wood rapidly.
Starting a fire by friction? Is this skind of primitive skill? Seraphina's face was a picture of disbelief. It was as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on her.
Before she could wallow in despair, she noticed one of the burly men pointing in her direction. He gestured toward the fire, then to his mouth, mimicking the action of eating. There was no need for translation-anyone could understand that these savages planned to roast her.
What horrible luck! Seraphina's body shook uncontrollably as she watched the wild man stare at her.
She forced a smile that was more of a grimace.
"Sorry to interrupt; I'll be leaving now," she stammered.
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She scrambled to her feet and tried to run, but she barely made it two steps before tripping over the tangled mess of sticks and branches on the ground. Already feeling feverish and dizzy, Seraphina's head spun as she fell hard to the ground. Her mind went blank with the shock.
She lay there for a long time, unable to gather her thoughts.
Another wild man approached. He spoke in a strange, rapid-fire language with the man standing over her, making gestures as they conversed.
Wait a minute-this wild man was wearing shoes. Although they were caked in mud, obscuring their original appearance, she could see the laces peeking out. How could there be shoes with laces in a primitive tribe? Seraphina's eyes lit up. With a sudden burst of energy, she lunged at his shoes.
The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and incredibly strong-there was no way Seraphina could move him.
But she could make out a familiar logo under the mud-Nike, a world-famous sports brand! Could it be that someone else like her was here?
Instinctively, she looked up at the Om wild man. Colors painted his face, obscuring his features, But his eyes shone brightly. He winked and smiled at her. As their eyes met, a wave of familiarity washed over her. "You're...
A fake wild man! X
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