Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 329 021. The Destitute (Part Two)

"Mother, why did you break my finger? It hurts so much!"

The girl spoke in a childish voice, tears welling in her eyes. She was only eight years old, and her delicate fingers, still somewhat rounded, were now throbbing with pain.

Her mother, a woman with palm-colored skin, watched her own daughter bend her fingers at a 90-degree angle without a shred of pity.

“Listen to me, Amo, if you want to restore your fingers, you can only do it yourself by summoning the ‘Heart Tiger’.”

The little girl stubbornly cried out, "I don't want to! I don't want to!"

The mother calmly squatted down in front of the girl, giving her half a body space so that she could see the scenery clearly.

"What do you see?"

The girl's eyes widened. Before her lay the half-buried remains of warhorses, their blades stained with blood. Women, kneeling or lying prone on the ground, their eyes forever closed, clutched their banners tightly. On the barren, scorched earth, amidst the ruins and trees, piles of bones lay still warm, bows, arrows, broken spears, and shattered shields lying silently by the fire, scattered everywhere.

"Sister Simone, Aunt Maria, and Delacion..."

Those relatives and elders whose names I could recall, whose smiles I remembered, have all fallen on the blood-stained desert earth. The black wind howls, blowing the half-fluttering tiger-faced flag.

“Yamo, you are the future of our tribe, and the hope of our tribe. You must understand that they fell for you. They are the bravest warriors of our tribe. Your life has never belonged to you alone. Hundreds and thousands of tribespeople have staked their lives on you, just to ensure the continuation of our tribe.”

The woman's voice softened: "Do you understand the responsibilities you bear?"

"I don't understand!" the girl cried. "Mother, I don't want them to risk their lives. I want to play with everyone, just like usual."

"Why did they have to sacrifice themselves for me? If they die, there will be no one to keep me company."

The woman gazed at her daughter and sighed. Indeed, discussing life and death now was too much to ask of an eight-year-old girl.

She gently stroked the girl's pale blonde hair, wiped away her tears, and said softly, "Do you want them to play with you?"

The girl nodded earnestly: "Yes."

"very good."

The woman stood up, and the girl looked up to match her mother's height, but the blinding sun made her see only a shadow standing in front of her: "Then you should go and keep them company."

The woman's tone suddenly turned cold.

With that, the mother raised the spear in her hand and pierced through the girl's tender shoulder in an instant.

"what--!"

The piercing pain of a sharp object piercing flesh, and the excruciating pain of a metal gun tip crushing against bone, came piercingly.

!!!

Hu suddenly opened his eyes.

Why... even after so many years, does the soul still tremble when a sharp object pierces the body?

She glanced at the gunshot wound on her shoulder; her body felt nothing at all, the injury had long since become a "trouble," transferred to Xin Hu's attention.

Yes.

She realized that she was no longer in that hellish jungle, but in another hell forged from a steel jungle.

The assassination attempt failed, and while she was fleeing, she was shot in the shoulder. The impact propelled her off the tiger's back and she fell to the ground. In that moment of disorientation, she recalled her warm childhood.

“‘Pain’ can only relieve the injury, but cannot stop the force.”

Jin Ziyue kept his right hand outstretched, and a wisp of smoke rose from the black muzzle of the gun in his hand before quickly disappearing.

The tiger stopped, standing protectively beside its master, its fur standing on end, and growled threateningly at the two approaching men.

Hu sprang to her feet with a quick movement, choosing not to run away again. The other party had a gun; if they could shoot her down once, they could hit her a second time.

firearms……

In her mind, the memory buried in the smoke of war was awakened once again.

"Mother, why are our soldiers no match for them?"

"They possess a terrifying weapon called a 'musket,' which can fire projectiles from a great distance with tremendous destructive power. Our soldiers fall after just one shot and cannot even get close to them."

The woman gripped the longbow tightly in her hand, regretting that the arrows in her hand lacked the power to pierce the heavens and earth.

"Is it more powerful than our bows and arrows?"

Xiao Yamo is twelve years old. She has followed her tribe on a migration of thousands of kilometers. The fierce winds of the desert are howling and raging. There is no longer any green grass or forest, nor any thirsty animals. She stealthily drinks from the mountain streams. Only vultures, which feed on carrion, meticulously peck at the flesh and blood of those who are left behind.

"It's much more powerful."

Xiao Yamo exclaimed in surprise, "But Mother is the most skilled archer in the tribe."

A hint of resentment flashed in the woman's eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and endured it.

“Listen, Yamo, our people have been nomadic on this land for years. Hunting and archery are our proudest skills, but this pride has also made us ignore the changes in the outside world. By the time we realized this, we had already paid a heavy price. Starting with your generation, if we want to survive, we must go far away, acknowledge their strength, integrate into their society, learn their firearms, and recognize their progress.”

"But—I still want to go back to our hometown, where Sister Helan taught me how to pitch a tent in a tree, where Delacion and I raised pets together, and I used to envy her leopard so much, and Maddie's beast tooth necklace..."

The woman didn't tell her that these people, along with their hometown, were reduced to scorched black earth under the bombardment.

Before the war began, the elderly and children of the tribe had already moved away. They had been on the run for years. One day, there would be no way forward, only an endless ocean, while the enemy was hot on their heels. The bloodthirsty thieves, for the sake of women and the secrets of civilization, went forth one after another, until their deaths.

“One day, we will go back.” The woman looked at her gently, then her gaze became more determined. “As long as you are here, we will surely be able to lead our people back to our glorious and honorable era.”

……

"Da da."

Jin Ziyue stopped about five or six zhang away from the woman.

The woman, who had spent years teetering on the edge of life and death, knew that she was no match for the two men before her. Moreover, there was another woman with a silent force field, capable of making Xin Hu disappear, who was surely on her way.

I'm already tied up; the outcome is already decided.

"You're part of the organization. What's your name?"

he asks.

Since there is a saying that describes her as "suffering from gains and losses," ordinary curses would not affect her. Jin Ziyue guessed that the other party was not afraid of the Blood God Curse, and at present, it was understandable for her to leak information in order to survive.

“Amber.” The woman spoke Mandarin.

Jin Ziyue said, "Tell us what you know about the organization, and I'll let you go."

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