1: Smell like—Meat.

It was a foul smell that made Sol Ming awaken.

This seems to resemble the reminiscent of an outhouse with the worse garbage in the city, or it could be taken as many of her sisters rivals stinking nose and feet, and maybe more repulsing than ever for that's grumpy old man's food.

Such a disgusting scent can make anyone throw up on their spot.

Yet, she could only do is swallow hard against the curling knot in her dropping stomach, and there is the feeling of unspoken disgust over it.

She does not even have the fancy to whine or afford to vomit when her body is welling up and in excruciating—silent agony.

It almost feels unbearable, especially on her abdomen.

After a while, she is finally regaining more energy, and then Sol Ming has found herself staring at the endless blue sky greeting her sight.

After the vision got cleared within a matter of seconds, she was, as if being struck by lightning, feeling hard strikes into her senses.

It almost feels unbearable, especially on her abdomen.

After a while, she is finally regaining more energy, and then Sol Ming has found herself staring at the endless blue sky greeting her sight.

When the vision got cleared within a matter of seconds, she was, as if being struck by lightning, feeling hard strikes into her senses.

She is still alive. And assure her with this. The memories of the explosion go straight into her mind. Before it could be completely dark, she remembered having lunch together with her two older siblings.

They were eating like they used to in one of the City's high-end restaurants. 

Suddenly, an explosion surprised everyone. It killed all of them without a doubt. Just thinking about it, right now, she felt like crying. 

However, the sudden piercing cry brought Sol Ming back to the reality.

That she turned her head subconsciously, to the left side, was greeting her an unfamiliar face of a rotten man with sloppy eyes sticking out bluntly from its sockets, as maggots were swarming over it, which really didn't help to look the image to be okay at all.

It is utterly horrifying. 

At that certain moment, Sol Ming loses the idea of how supposed breathing works as she harshly bit her lower lip.

Although her shocks did not last long,  there was another sound of a disturbing moan reaching her ears.

From the corner of her eye, she was able to catch a perturbing sight, enough to understand what kind of situation she was currently in.

At an instant, her heart suddenly filled with terror and dread. 

A few feet away from her. There is a bulky man only dressed in animal skin on his lower body, crouching down on the sodden ground before the obvious  dead human body. He took his roughly made bone knife dripping with blood and then swung it down to the mortal flesh.

You would not even see a trace of discomfort or even the slightest remorse on his face as he continued dismembering the organs and parts to their rightful stone pot.

Watching this at her lying spot, Sol Ming felt a wave of nausea induce her, and the eyes that had just woken in such a strange place seemed unable to stop looking at the unfamiliar butcher.

She'd always known the reality can be crazy and cruel, even so, by which, without a warning nor a second of preparation, the scenario before her line of sight was enough to leave her ghastly shaken.

With this unbelievable sight, Sol Ming's has sweat rolling down on her face, heart beats galloping like a horse, and internally terrified.

For as long her mind could remember, she was a beloved modern chef of the 21st century.

She always loves to cook all day, and she had already lost count of how many times her hands held knives in order to cut any flesh and meat.

As long she can tolerate the blood and organs, no one can stop her, to the point she has never anticipated being sick at the sight of it.

Yet, now, seeing the man professionally working on his duties in  cutting dead body without any feeling of remorse or guilt, it screamed danger to her. 

No matter how much she likes watching gore and dark series documentaries... It is not real. Those aren't even true events in the first place. They're just an act that is portrayed as realistic, but she sees it with her very own eyes—Sol Ming only wants to flee as far as she can.

After a while, when she managed to calm herself down a little, Sol Ming began analyzing her surroundings.

Just feeling the scorching heat of the sun above, she concluded the time was between nine and ten A.M. and maybe was far ahead of that.

Under the broad  daylight her body is exposed as if like being a salted fish, but all are dead people, men, and women. Not far away in this reserved land, the tents of  tribesmen are built differently and quite  poorly depended on the animals skins, unknown bones and skills who build them.

It is definitely, without a doubt, not what Sol Ming was expecting, there is no familiar thing that could speak if she is still somewhere on Earth.

And she has only accepted it, she  transmigrated into the unknown but surely primitive world.

Aware of such a fact, she can't help the fear and anxiety surrounding her heart.

Why is she here? Why is she still alive? Where are her sisters? Are they here too?

So many. Too many.

The questions keep ongoing inside her head. That she doesn't notice another living person's approach.

The tall figure of a well-built man; tanned skin, darkened long hair, wearing an animal-dried skin on his lower body, is one of the Dou Yun Shan tribe warriors.

Shan Yang, without an expression on his face, had caught the sight of Sol Ming. 

He was walking toward the butcher to ask for his meat ration when his eyes landed on the female who was wide-awake and staring at the sky for who knows how long.

After watching for a while, he decided to see if the female were still alive or not. Bending down to touch people's body in order to check.

It was Sol Ming who turned her head to look at Shan Yang. Startled, the pair of green eyes can't hide its flash of panic and underlying fright. A barbaric man has suddenly appeared, and Sol Ming does not know how she will fight if this man begins attacking her.

Above all else, she will not be able to resist, and the chance of becoming meat like the dead parts inside the pot are likely to happen.

Sol Ming could only stare at her silence.

While Shan Yang didn't mind much because he was left with his thoughts. Before him, the female is still alive and looking back, and that was good for his purpose of coming in here.

Though he can tell the other has spirit to live, he can also see wounds on the body making this female better off dead later.

In spite of being skinny and small, no arms nor feet were taken away.

It is better than any portions that would be discarded later to the tribesmen.

Thus, Shan Yang has now decided his final decision. 

This one would be his, and he can take her back all for himself.

With all these thoughts inside his head, Shan Yang is ready to leave and inform the Chief of his intent.

But, Sol Ming has really no plan of dying miserably here.

Using all her strength in this new body to reach someone, she aims for Shan Yang's leg.