Primitive Man

Chapter 130: Pain & hope

Deep within the shadows of a damp and eerie cave, a dark and muscular woman lay sprawled on the cold, rocky ground. Her chest heaved with each laboured breath, the intensity of her breathing matching the pain etched across her face. She couldn't speak, couldn't find the words to articulate the torment that wracked her body.

"Grrrrr! Urghhhhh!" A low, guttural growl escaped her lips as she felt the very essence of her being contort from within. Her bones seemed to twist and turn, a sensation as if her insides were being inverted. Madness clawed at the edges of her consciousness, threatening to pull her into the abyss.

From the last bit of consciousness she had, she knew it was all the result of her losing to that huge muscular man, but she didn't know the proper directions to go back and take her revenge.

As the excess amount of stress and anger consumed her, a pack of wolves slinked into the cave feeling the smell of blood. The air hung heavy with the scent of feral hunger as the predators closed in on the vulnerable figure. The woman's eyes glinted with feral defiance, a primal instinct taking hold. With a sudden burst of unhinged savagery, she turned the tables, tearing into the wolves with a brutality that matched their own.

It was a sight that would send chills down anyone's spine, as she looked like a real wild animal while doing so.

Blood and fur sprayed in the chaotic dance of violence as the woman feasted on her would-be assailants. She had become a creature of the wild, a force of nature unleashed upon the unsuspecting pack.

Yet, in the midst of the cruel spectacle, a flicker of humanity remained. In the depths of her distorted mind, the image of her sister materialized. A moment of clarity, a fleeting connection to the past amidst the madness. The woman's eyes, for a brief heartbeat, reflected a glimmer of recognition and sorrow.

"Ahhhh~Ani..." She wanted to say something from the bottom of her heart, but her rush adrenaline didn't allow her to do that.

Before sanity could fully reclaim its grasp, she surged to her feet, a creature of rage and turmoil. The cave's shadows clung to her, whispering promises of violence and retribution. With a primal roar, she burst forth into the night, leaving the gruesome scene behind.

Driven by a storm of emotions, she sought release in the wild expanse beyond the cave, and the direction she was walking in was none other than Garnt's village. However, this time, she looked like she was ready to die, as her eyes had completely lost any semblance of humanity that remained inside her.

Meanwhile, in Garnt's village, he was quite pleased that nothing significant had occurred during the time they built all the ranged weapons to defend the village. He also received news that Baktou had been experimenting with new ideas on his own, and Garnt couldn't help but feel proud of the entire situation.

The entire community under his leadership had become remarkably innovative, and Garnt couldn't ask for anything more, as it was all he had wished for.

As proof of that innovativeness, he had been sitting in front of a table and there were a group of girls looking at him rather excited.

"Patriarch! We are glad you're here to judge our food, so don't hold back. If you don't like anything, just say it," one of the girls muttered with a slight blush on her face. It was not an everyday occurrence for them to feed their young and handsome leader.

'What are Indians and Japanese?' Garnt asked since he didn't have that knowledge, but Eva promised him that she would explain things later and their attention went back to the dishes on the table.

There were different kinds of dishes, both innovative and not-so-innovative, and some of them received high praise from Garnt. However, nothing caught his interest more than the chocolate bar that tasted sweet. Not specifically because it was his favourite food, but because he was amazed that someone managed to create a food from his system.

Garnt couldn't hide his enthusiasm as he pointed at the chocolate bar on the table.

"What's this delightful creation?" he asked, his eyes widening with curiosity.

Another middle-aged woman, still beaming with pride from her previous culinary success, responded, "Oh, that's chelate! I call it a sweet delight. It's made from a combination of fruit, sugar, and some secret ingredients I discovered. I thought a little sweetness would be a nice treat for everyone."

Garnt picked up the chocolate bar, examining it with fascination. He knew unlike curry she had deviated from the real name of the food but that was his least care now."Incredible! A sweet delight indeed. This is a game-changer."

Eva chimed in with her futuristic wisdom,

[You know, back in my timeline, chocolate was considered a luxury. People would go to great lengths for a taste of it. It's amazing to see it created so effortlessly here. Also don't worry about the timeline. We had already destroyed the lives of many people by forcefully bringing these million years of innovations into this age, so just move forward. Don't look back.]

Gundo, always practical, added, "It's not just a treat; it could be a valuable trade item. People from other villages might want a taste of this sweet delight. It could be sold as a luxury item for sure, because I feel like this is something not so ordinary."

Garnt broke off a piece of the chocolate bar and savoured it. "This is fantastic! Sweet, rich, and it melts in your mouth. We need to share this with everyone in the villages."

As they continued enjoying the various dishes, Garnt couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and pride in the thriving village he had built. The simple pleasures of good food and camaraderie filled the air, making it a moment worth savouring.

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Eva whispered to Garnt because she didn't want to ruin the name of chocolate, "You might want to consider calling it something other than 'chelate.' Maybe something catchier, like 'Chocolate'?"

Garnt chuckled, "Chocolate it is then. Let's see how far this taste sensation can travel."

And so, the Garnt's village continued to flourish, not just as a place to live but as a hub of innovation and delicious discoveries. The aroma of curry, now properly named, wafted through the air, blending with the sweet fragrance of chocolate.