Chapter 1

I watched Vincent Walker, my cousin, holding Rova Thornwick, the strangely dressed Ambryndeli woman, in his arms and stubbornly declare that he would only marry her in this lifetime.

I realized then that I had been reborn.

In my past life, George Walker, my uncle, insisted on bringing our family to the cannibal tribe in Ambryndel, saying that my knowledge of Anglori would make communication easier. Their family's reckless actions, however, resulted in Mom, Dad, and me being executed over a fire.

I could still feel the sensation of being roasted over the fire from my past life washing over me. I sneered as I looked at the culprits who had destroyed my family standing right before me. I was absolutely never going to let them off in this life.

Uncle George grabbed Mom by the arm and tried relentlessly to convince her. "You know, the Ambryndeli chieftess really likes Vincent, and once they get married, their child will become the future chieftain, inheriting endless mountains of treasures.

"You'll get plenty of benefits too if you and your family come along with us, Heidi."

I found it utterly ridiculous as I heard Uncle George's delusional rambling, thinking that it would be impossible to find priceless treasures in a cannibal tribe. Uncle George had simply lost his mind with greed, believing the chieftess held enough wealth to catapult him to the top.

Mom was somewhat hesitant. She knew perfectly well how dangerous Ambryndel was, so she couldn't come to a decision right away.

It was then that Vincent, who had remained silent until then, put his arm around Rova and said, "You should really come along, Aunt Heidi. Rova is already pregnant with my child, so she'll be the only one for me in this lifetime."

I looked toward Mom and said, "I think we should just go along with them, Mom. It'll be a good way to broaden our horizons, and since Vincent is moving to Ambryndel, we won't see much of each other after this anyway. It'll be nice for us to witness the prosperous life Vincent will lead in the future."

I smiled faintly, thinking that we should definitely go along with them. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to make them experience the exact same agony of being executed over a fire.

Mom made up her mind after hearing that and bought tickets to Ambryndel for the entire family.

Upon landing at Ambryndel, a group of primitive tribesmen rushed forward, circling us while making strange noises, drawing the onlookers at the airport to turn their attention toward us.

Uncle George, on the contrary, felt this accorded him great status. He flashed a proud grin and turned to Mom, asking, "What good does it do for your son to attend that college, anyway? He still wouldn't be able to witness a spectacle like this in his whole life, would he?"

I merely smiled faintly, thinking that Uncle George would mock me every chance he got just because Vincent couldn't get into any college.

Upon arriving at the cannibal tribe, Uncle George was instantly dumbfounded. Instead of the wealth he had imagined, there were only rundown thatched houses and a group of tribesmen staring at us with intense gazes.

He lost his mind right then and there, clenching his teeth with bloodshot eyes as he grabbed Rova by the shoulders. "Where are the mountains of treasures? Why are there only these worthless things here?"

I smiled faintly and said, "Didn't Vincent say that he and the chieftess are in true love, Uncle George? He obviously won't care about these material goods if that's the case. It might be a little lacking, but at least they won't have to worry about basic necessities like food and clothes!"

Uncle George gritted his teeth. He glanced at the crowd of tribesmen behind him, armed with poisoned spears, and eventually choked back his retort.

Uncle George and the others looked utterly miserable, doing nothing but nitpick at the roasted meat feast the tribesmen served them. "What the hell is this stuff? How could anyone even eat such a thing? Get this away from us! It's worse than the slop at our house! It's filthy and absolutely disgusting!"

I was the only one capable of speaking Anglori, so I translated the remarks in their entirety for the tribesmen.

Their expressions grew increasingly grim after hearing that, and the looks they cast toward the three of them carried murderous intent.

It was nightfall, and Vincent began to make trouble. "What kind of awful place is this? I need to go to the toilet! I want to go home! I'm not staying in this godforsaken place—there isn't even a toilet!"

It was then that Talia Dunn, my aunt and Vincent's mother, suddenly thought of something and picked up the Divine Goblet from the tribes' offerings. "You should just use this and make do for now. We'll leave tomorrow morning!"

Vincent unexpectedly lamented with a tear-stained face, "That won't be possible, Mom! We can't leave now that we've arrived! Rova and the others won't let us go, Mom!"

Uncle George sneered and remarked grimly, "Have you forgotten that we brought the rest of the family with us? They're the ones who agreed to come along, so they can just stay here instead of us!"