Semua Bab Time Reset: Let Him Marry the Cannibal Queen: Bab 1 - Bab 9

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 treasu

Mom and Dad had already gone to sleep when I returned to the hut.In my past life, Uncle George and the others had planned to sneak off in the dead of the night tonight.I never expected Uncle George and the others to return in a dejected manner the following day, though. Their condition was wretched. Their exposed arms and lower legs were covered with numerous red welts from insect bites, a dense accumulation that was shocking to behold.Uncle George and Aunt Talia looked extremely unpleasant and remained silent, obviously having suffered greatly. They had likely attempted to escape under the cover of night but ended up lost in the woods, spent the entire night struggling, and finally had no choice but to return the same way they had come.I couldn't help but scoff inwardly as I looked at their dejected appearance. I had originally planned to lead the tribesmen to go out and track them down myself, so I hadn't expected them to return entirely on their own.I noticed that they rem

Uncle George's face went deathly pale as he stared at me, as though he couldn't believe that I had survived the snake pit.I merely sneered. I had brought Mom and Dad to this place, so there was no way I would come unprepared. I had learned about this tribe's tradition while researching, so I had made sure to pack clove oil solution and a stun baton.I had sprayed clove oil solution onto our clothes beforehand as a precaution. I could feel my scalp crawling when I was confined inside the wooden box, but I forced myself to seize the largest, leading snake. I knocked it out with a stun baton, causing the remaining smaller snakes around me to become less inclined to approach me.In the meantime, those tribesmen noticed me and immediately fell to the ground in unison, bowing and kneeling in reverence.Rova spoke up, "Those who can undergo an exorcism and still come out alive are said to possess the holiest soul in our tribe—and are considered to be the Chosen One of our tribe."They

Mom, Dad, and I were moved from a shabby thatched hut to a stone house beside Rova's place. It was still sparsely equipped, but we could finally sleep soundly at night.I looked toward Mom and spoke up softly, breaking the silence, "W-What if the tribesmen do something to them…"I was naturally referring to Uncle George and the others.Mom sighed and said, "That is their fate to bear, Kingsley."I felt instantly reassured after hearing that, which removed the last trace of anxiety in me. I had feared that Mom would hesitate at the last moment due to family ties.Mom, Dad, and I spent the first part of the night resting inside the stone house.In the depths of the night, hurried drumming broke out from the tribe, like the furious roar of a dying beast or death-summoning curse, causing our hearts to sink in panic.It wasn't long before deferential footsteps approached outside the dwelling, and the high-ranking elder from before came to our door personally to escort us outside, whe

Vincent shook his head, unable to believe what was happening. He suddenly jerked his head up, fixing me with a murderous look. "You're the one who did this! You're the son of the bitch who buried it here! You set us up!"I sneered. "Do you think you're the only ones who can frame us? If you hadn't been asking for trouble by using the Divine Goblet as a toilet, you wouldn't be in this mess right now!"Vincent fixed me with a murderous glare, while Uncle George and Aunt Talia looked utterly devastated, knowing full well that they were completely powerless to change the outcome.It was then that a mob of furious tribesmen rushed forward, bound them hand and foot, and tied them to wooden posts as thick as fence logs. They were lifted and carried straight toward the bonfire in the middle of the settlement that was blazing violently.Uncle George and the others knew immediately what was coming and began to scream in terror, desperately begging for pity.Uncle George no longer possessed