I ONLY HAVE TRICKS TO DEFEAT MY ENEMIES

I woke up to find Cree by my side, his grip on my hand tight. Helplessly, I sighed, imagining how he must have felt when he saw me lying motionless, lifeless. Yet, his tight grip also warmed my heart, a testament to his fear of losing me. I decided to wait patiently for him to wake up on his own, scanning my surroundings as I did so. The room was simple and plain, with a mud bed and a clay pot of water nearby. I quietly searched for the quilt, intending to tuck Cree into bed. However, my emotions wavered as I came across a ragged piece of coarse cloth with numerous patches, clearly showing signs of long-term use. Closing the door quietly behind me, I headed out for a walk, where I encountered Uncle Jiang. "I will go out for a walk, Uncle Jiang," I informed him. He nodded, arranging the stacked wood beside the kitchen made of stones. "Be careful, Bellona. I'll have your older brother call you when I finish cooking," he cautioned. As I walked, I observed my surroundings. It truly fel

We strolled past a few households, and thankfully, our living area had only a small number of residents. This meant we didn't have to endure the curious stares of a crowded place. “ Little Sister, it's so quiet here. It's incredibly peaceful,” he remarked as we made our way up the mountain. The previous owner of the house was a hunter, so he had left behind quite a collection of tools. Eldest Brother carried a bow and arrow with him. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks and picked up some dried branches. I played with them for a moment and then came to a halt. “ Big Brother, stop,” I said. “ Eh? Why?” he asked, observing the thick pile of dried leaves. “ This is a trap. See these dried leaves?” I poked at them, causing a few leaves to fall and reveal a tiny hole. “ It's a hunter's pitfall, so we need to be careful of our surroundings.” He nodded in understanding and continued walking, now sidestepping the trap. “ We could also set up a trap... OLDER BROTHER! OVER HERE!” I imme

I woke up in the middle of the night and began cultivating my internal energy, drawing upon the memories stored in this body. According to the knowledge of the previous owner, cultivators are highly esteemed in this era. A single cultivator can defeat ten or more martial artists based on the strength accumulated through their internal energy. In my previous life, the organization I was part of researched similar techniques, but they yielded no results. Perhaps the pollution in the modern world prevented them from absorbing the earth spirit energy. My mother, who clearly had a significant background, taught me how to cultivate. My father was also involved, but the previous Bellona was sworn to secrecy about it. I continued my cultivation until I heard a noise in the nearby room, prompting me to get up and change into a different robe. “ Good morning.” Elder Brother greeted me as he proceeded to wash up. Seeley, still half-asleep, followed suit but stopped when he saw me and asked why

After cultivating for at least three hours, I decided it was time to prepare lunch. I planned to make braised rabbit meat with cassava starch, but first, I needed to pound the cassava to extract its juice. Although I possessed internal energy that could turn the cassava into fine powder, just like modern starch, I chose to keep this ability a secret. While I trusted my family, I wanted to reserve this skill as a trump card for crucial times. As I heard them training outside, I looked at the plate filled with cassava in my hand, pondering for a moment before heading outside with it. “ Older brother, Bal, I need you both here,” I called out. I placed all the cassava in a white katcha I found in the kitchen and placed it on a stone slab. “ What do you need?” they asked in succession. “ Eh? What is this?” They looked at the cassava with confusion. Instead of answering, I pulled them apart and positioned them on opposite ends of the stone slab. I instructed Cree to fetch some fiber ro

We have noodles made with fine and buckwheat powder for breakfast. According to Zhong-Older brother, one jin of white rice costs 10 liang, while fine powder costs at least 5 liang. Luckily, buckwheat is much cheaper, only 2 liang for a jin. It's a luxury for a small farming family like ours to have fine rice with a meal because they usually sell all of their harvest to buy necessities. Currently, we have 3 jin of white rice, 2 jin of pine powder, and 3 jin of buckwheat flour, which is just enough for about two weeks of daily consumption. Fortunately, I have discovered a great source of cassava, but since winter is coming, I need money to buy new quilts and fuel for oil lamps. “ Uncle Jiang, are those bamboo arrows ready? I plan to head to the inner mountain this time,” I ask Uncle Jiang, whom I had previously requested to make many bamboo arrows. “ Bal, you and Cree will collect our trophies, then give them to Zhong-Older brother to sell, but please save some for us,” Seeley prot