"That story was intense... but hell no, I'm not going to die as a rebel. I need to find a way to get out of here," Myrul thought to himself, already plotting his escape.
As the night grew darker, Myrul realized it was time to head back to the village. "Erhh, it's already late. I should go back," he said, standing up.
Fyr grabbed his hand. "Let's go back together. I live there too," he said with a smile.
Myrul was surprised. "Wait, I didn't see anyone dressed normally during the day. Maybe they were out hunting or something,"he thought, following Fyr back to the village.
"This is my house. It's not far from yours—right over there. But don't walk alone at night. Someone might... you know, *rape* you. But don't worry, the girl staying with you is the strongest in this village. She'll take care of you. Bye-bye!"** Fyr said with a wave.
Myrul waved back, he made his way to his hut. The path was pitch black, and the only light came from the occasional bonfire, which could only be lit by those with fire attributes.
"If it's winter, this would be a huge problem,"
As he walked, the eerie hoot of an owl echoed from the trees. Myrul, who was already scared of anything remotely spooky, broke into a sprint, rushing into his hut .
He sat on the pile of leaves that served as a makeshift bed, looking around the small, fragile hut. "Is this how they've been living all this time? How strong are these people to survive with such limited food, harsh weather, and a difficult environment?" he wondered, his heart heavy with sympathy.
His gaze fell on the girl sleeping soundly nearby. Her body was covered in scars and wounds, many of which weren't properly treated or bandaged. She had been sleeping facing the wall but suddenly turned toward him in her sleep. He felt a twinge of embarrassment as she now faced him, but his feelings of pity outweighed any awkwardness.
"At least if I can't help the entire village, maybe I can start by helping her," he thought.
Noticing that she looked cold without any proper clothing, he took off his furry shirt and gently draped it over her as a blanket.
He then stepped outside, searching for materials to make a fire. Near the waterfall, he found sharp stones, pieces of metal, and dry wood. He also gathered some dried coconut husks, which were perfect for kindling.
Back at the hut, he arranged the stones into a circle and placed the dry wood and coconut husks inside. Holding a stone and a piece of metal, he struck them together repeatedly until a spark finally ignited the husks. The fire slowly came to life, and He carefully shielded it with his hands to protect it from the wind.
As the fire grew larger, the air around the hut became warmer and more comfortable. "Ah, if only I had some coffee, this would be the best moment ever," Myrul thought, sitting down and staring into the flames.
For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of calm. "People in my era can't live without their phones, but at least here, I can do something meaningful," he reflected, appreciating the simplicity of the moment.
When he turned around to check on the girl, he was surprised to see her already sitting up, watching the fire with sleepy, half-closed eyes. Her tired expression softened as she felt the warmth of the flames, and a small smile crept onto her face.
Myrul couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. "With just a small effort, I can make her happy. All the work to start this fire feels worth it now," he thought.
He gestured for her to come closer. "Come here. I can speak your language now. You understand, right?"
She nodded and sat down beside him, her eyes still fixed on the fire.
He gently guided her to stretch her hands toward the flames, letting her feel the warmth. "See? This is how you can stay warm on cold nights," he said, his voice soft and encouraging.
"It... warm," she said in a soft, cute voice, her hands still hovering over the fire.
"Yeah, it is. Hey, do you have any leftover meat? I'll show you how to make BBQ. Hehehe, this is the perfect time to fill my hungry stomach," Myrul said, grinning.
Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she quickly ran off to fetch some meat. Since the village didn't have freezers, meat couldn't be stored for long, so it was usually consumed quickly.
Luckily, that night, someone had just returned from a hunt, and there was some leftover meat. She quietly grabbed two pieces and brought them back to Myrul.
"Okay, give me the meat," Myrul taking it from her. "We'll split one piece in half, and the other one we'll cut into small chunks to eat with sticks."
He asked her for a knife, and she handed him one from her pocket. Myrul then guided her closer, showing her how to cut the meat properly.
Next, he placed a flat, elongated stone on top of the campfire. "Now, we'll let this heat up first. If we use this stone, the meat won't stick, and the fat from the meat will act as oil," he explained.
After a while, He placed the meat on the hot stone. The sizzling sound of the juicy meat made their mouths water.
A few minutes later, He handed the girl a thin slice of cooked meat. "Here, try this. The small pieces cook faster and don't need resting time to let the juices settle,"
The girl took a bite and her eyes widened. "Eeeeemmm... so delicious! I want more!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
He laughed heartily. "Hahahaha, it's good, right? Wait, I'll give you another one."
As he handed her another piece, he decided it was the perfect time to ask her name. "What's your name?" he asked casually while feeding her.
The girl replied, "Euuwkcnndjeuw."
He blinked, unsure if he heard correctly. "Uh... what?"
She repeated, "Euuwkcnndjeuw."
Myrul's face suddenly changed, "Uh... okay, that's... unique," he said, trying not to make weird face .