
Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies
Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel.
Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits.
His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound.
He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap.
They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance.
"Get off me!"
Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her.
She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her.
If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt.
It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most.
Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony?
And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to?
Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface.
She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis.
She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay.
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Chapter 5
The morning light filtered through the cracks in the roof, hitting Karlie directly in the face. She groaned, rolling over on the thin mattress. Every muscle in her body ached from the previous day's ordeal.
She sat up, crossing her legs and closing her eyes. She focused inward, on the cold, bio-enhanced core that kept her alive. She coaxed it, pulling energy from the reserves she had built up overnight. It was a slow process, like trying to fill a bathtub with an eyedropper, but it was necessary.
Host vitality at 70%, Unit 9 reported. Sufficient for light labor.
She opened her eyes and looked around the hut. It was clean, but it was still a disaster. The air was stale, the light was poor, and there was no running water. It was a survival challenge, and she was starting from zero.
She stood up, grabbed a bucket, and walked outside. The settlement was waking up. She followed the sound of running water to a small, muddy stream that ran through the edge of the village.
She knelt beside it, scooping up a handful of water. It was cloudy and smelled faintly of algae.
Scan complete. High levels of parasites and bacteria. Boiling required.
"Of course it is." she muttered. She couldn't boil water every time she wanted a drink. She needed a filter.
She went back to the hut and dug into her Nexus inventory. She didn't have a high-tech water purifier-those were locked behind a level wall-but she had basic materials. Cloth, charcoal, sand, gravel.
She found a hollowed-out gourd she had scavenged the day before and set to work. She layered the materials inside: cloth at the bottom, then charcoal, then sand, then gravel, then another layer of cloth on top.
Gavin woke up to the sound of her working. He hobbled to the door, his face creased with sleep. "What are you doing?"
"Making water safe to drink," she said, not looking up. "Go back to bed. Your leg needs rest."
"I can help." he insisted.
She looked at him, then at the bucket of dirty water. "Fine. Hold this."
She poured the stream water into the top of the filter. It dripped slowly through the layers, emerging at the bottom significantly clearer. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.
She boiled the filtered water over a small fire and poured a cup for Gavin. He took a sip, his eyebrows rising. "It tastes... clean."
"That's the idea," she said. "Now, let's fix this place up."
The next item on the list was ventilation. The hut was a sealed box, which was great for keeping out predators but terrible for breathing. She needed a window.
She didn't have a high-tech multi-tool unlocked yet, but she had the Nexus synthesis function. Unit 9, consume 5% energy to harden this local clay and river stone into a cutting edge. A faint hum vibrated in her palm as the raw materials fused into a razor-sharp, obsidian-like blade.
Gavin stared at the dark, gleaming stone in her hand. "What is that?"
"A tool crafted with techniques from my homeland," she said, sticking to her cover story. "It's sharper than it looks. Come on, I need you to hold this section while I score the wall."
They worked together. Karlie marked out a square on the stone wall near the ceiling, and using the enhanced blade, she patiently chipped and cut through the rock, her muscles burning with the effort. Gavin held the heavy stone slab as it came free, grunting with the effort. They propped the hole open with a stick, and immediately, a breeze swept through the room, clearing out the stale air.
"Next, the bathroom situation." Karlie announced.
She couldn't conjure composite boards out of thin air, so she relied on her survival knowledge and the Nexus's basic processing. She gathered thick river reeds and used the interface to rapidly weave and reinforce them with a binding resin she had extracted from the surrounding trees. She sectioned off a corner of the room with these sturdy, waterproofed woven panels, creating a small, private area. She rigged a crude pulley system using rope and a bucket, allowing water to be hoisted up and poured over a perforated bowl for a makeshift shower.
It was primitive, but compared to the hole-in-the-ground latrines the rest of the settlement used, it was luxury.
Gavin helped where he could, passing tools, holding boards, and following her instructions. He watched, amazed, as she transformed the hovel into something almost livable. She thought of things he had never considered-separating wet and dry areas, maximizing airflow, using reflective surfaces to bounce light into dark corners.
By evening, the hut was unrecognizable. It was still small, still rough, but it was functional. It was a home.
Karlie collapsed onto the mattress, her body screaming in protest. But a small smile played on her lips.
Gavin sat down beside her. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently ruffled her hair. The gesture was awkward, unpracticed, but incredibly tender.
"Thank you, Karlie," he said softly. "You worked so hard."
She felt a flush creep up her neck. She ducked her head, hiding her face. "It's just basic survival," she mumbled. "Nothing special."
"It's special to me." he said.
They ate another meal of synthetic rations, and then Karlie turned back to her datapad. She pulled up the file on the intermediate medical gel. She had enough of it in her inventory to treat Gavin's leg, but it would take a lot of energy to guide the healing process.
Intermediate medical gel effective against energy erosion, Unit 9 confirmed. However, optimal results require host bio-energy guidance. Procedure recommended only when host vitality is above 85%.
She wasn't there yet. But she would be.
"What are you looking at?" Gavin asked, leaning over.
Karlie quickly minimized the screen. "Just planning," she said. "I have an idea for your leg. But I need a day or two to prepare."
Gavin's eyes widened. "Your leg... you can really do something?"
"I think so," she said. "But I need you to trust me. And I need you to stay off it as much as possible."
"I trust you," he said without hesitation. "Whatever you need."
He looked at her then, his gaze intense and full of a warmth that made her stomach flutter. "Thank you, Karlie. For everything."
She nodded, not trusting her voice. She turned back to her datapad, her mind racing. She was going to heal him. She was going to fix this.
And maybe, just maybe, she was going to find a place for herself in this crazy world.
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8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.

9.1
Cora crash-landed her escape pod on a brutal alien planet, only to be immediately hunted by a massive six-eyed beast.
A colossal black wolf dropped from the canopy and crushed the beast's neck to save her. But before she could even breathe, the wolf transformed into a towering, naked primitive man with glowing gold eyes.
He hauled her back to his savage tribe, where she was instantly treated like garbage. The women sneered at her fragile human body, and the men eyed her like fresh meat.
The tribe leader's jealous daughter even handed her a waterskin laced with a terrifying alien breeding drug, hoping to turn Cora into a mindless spectacle of lust in front of the entire settlement.
"Drink. You look like you're dying," the daughter sneered, waiting for Cora to lose her mind.
Cora was terrified and completely out of her depth. She didn't understand why this lethal Alpha warrior looked at her with such dark, consuming possessiveness, or why he was willing to slaughter his own people just to protect her.
How was a stranded human supposed to survive in a terrifying world where every plant, beast, and local wanted her dead?
"BEEP! Critical Warning! Liquid contains high concentrations of alien aphrodisiac herbs," her implanted AI assistant suddenly echoed in her skull.
Looking at the hostile tribe and the fiercely protective Alpha shielding her, Cora silently activated her tech interface. She wasn't just going to be a helpless pet in this savage world.

9.7
Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death.
She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream.
She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets.
Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her.
Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs.
She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust.
She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself.
But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down.
When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses.
The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger.
"Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."

7.5
After spending five grueling years securing the Madden Pack's empire, I thought my Alpha mate and I were finally building a perfect family.
But on my birthday, I returned home to find a thick, impenetrable wall of ice in our Mate bond.
Caden had completely shut me out to throw a lavish party for my half-sister, Adalynn.
He let Adalynn pollute our penthouse with her cheap perfume and brainwash my five-year-old daughter, Elara.
"Auntie Adalynn is a million times better than Mommy!"
Elara chirped happily to a camera, while Caden watched with a doting smile.
He publicly humiliated me, commanded the servants to ignore me, and deliberately fed Elara severe allergens just to spite my maternal rules.
When my pup ended up in the pack hospital gasping for air, Caden confiscated her tablet and roared at her to stop crying for the mother who "abandoned" her.
My heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
I couldn't understand how the man destined to protect my soul could twist my love into cruelty and use our helpless cub as a punching bag for his ego.
But the weeping, pathetic Luna died right there.
I calmly signed the divorce papers, surrendered all my assets, and walked out into the cold night.
Opening my encrypted laptop, I reclaimed my hidden identity as the global elite hacker "Ghost" and initiated a lethal protocol.
It was time to burn his entire world to the ground.

8.8
"I loved you with all my heart, but you betrayed me, cheating with me on her? Really?" Vionne Wallace said bitterly to her husband.
"Sign it! We are getting a divorce, I've come to realize Nora is the one for me. You can't even bore a child, barren woman." He said sharply, his void devoid of emotions
He could tell it all, he was in love with Nora, my own step sister.
Lene Wallace, was a fashion designer and also business administrator, she got married to the love of her life, Harrison Worthington
Just after 3 years of marriage, she couldn't give birth and the marriage started crashing, he cheated on her with Nora.
With a broken heart, she drank to stupor and had a one night stand with a powerful billionaire.
When her father found out, he was in support of Harrison and Nora, while he disowned her, giving everything he had to Nora.
She found out there was more to the one night stand man, when they met again.
He was her father's best friend
The one night stand was not just powerful, he had a connecting relationship with her father and her ex husband, he will get married to her and help her defeat them.
Will they come to fall in love? Or will she go back to her ex husband after this?

9.6
I was only three and a half years old, living in a damp basement and beaten daily by Enoch Pruitt with a heavy leather whip.
"Get up, you useless waste of space!"
He always told me I was a stray he had picked out of the garbage.
But during one brutal beating that nearly stopped my heart, time froze, and a glowing figure called The Chronicler appeared.
"You are not an abandoned orphan, Clare. You carry the blood of the highest gods."
He revealed that I was the stolen daughter of the ultra-wealthy Barrett family.
Then, he showed me the horrific ending of my previous life.
I had died right here on this bloody dirt floor.
My real parents and three brothers went completely insane with grief, turning into ruthless monsters who destroyed themselves and the entire world to avenge me.
Meanwhile, the Pruitt family kept torturing me, locking me in a woodshed and feeding me moldy bread.
The memory of my bones breaking and my real mother's agonizing screams crushed my chest.
Why did I have to suffer like an animal while my true family tore the world apart looking for me?
This time, I refused to die in the mud.
I accepted my divine blood, my eyes glowing gold as I summoned a bolt of purple lightning to strike my abuser.
I just needed to survive the night.
Because my real father's heavily armed convoy was already tearing up the mountain, ready to burn this hell to the ground.