Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

She crawled into the small cave, first lighting a fire at the entrance, then taking out a few pieces of charcoal from her spatial storage and burning them until they were red-hot. She found an iron box, carefully stored the charcoal, and put it back into her spatial storage. What goes in goes out, goes out; these few pieces of charcoal would serve as kindling. Although she had tools like flint, in this world, nothing was as convenient as this kind of charcoal. When she had some free time, she would try firing a ceramic pot to replace the iron box.

As darkness fell, Ye extinguished the fire. According to the original owner's memories, it wasn't very cold at night yet. Given her current situation, the best way to survive was to hide herself. A small fire couldn't protect her from anything and might even attract attention. So she set up a warning device on the gentle slope.

Back in the cave, I crushed the plants that masked body odor and applied them little by little to my body. I also piled up mosquito-repellent plants at the cave entrance and spread some on the ground inside. These two types of plants are commonly used by the tribe. I took a mattress from my space and placed it on top of the insect-repellent plants, and then laid a moisture-proof mat on top of it.

Sitting up there, he took out a box of the least flavorful rice balls, ate and drank his fill, then took out a blanket and lay on the bed to think about his mission in this world.

How to survive? She can't keep consuming the resources in the space; she still needs to use the resources of this world to survive. The most important thing right now is to find a relatively safe place to live, build a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove), and store supplies for the cold season.

But where is a relatively safe place? This world is dangerous, the wild beasts are huge, and the weather is harsh. Not to mention this body now, even the body with superpowers from the previous world would have difficulty living alone in the wild.

Should I approach a tribe close to the orcs? Or join a human tribe?

She didn't want to go to a human tribe. To cope with the harsh living environment, the tribe still implemented a centralized distribution system. Everything that everyone hunted or gathered together had to be handed over to the tribe for unified distribution. The most important role of females was reproduction. The original owner's body was infertile, and she wouldn't have enough to eat even if she went to the tribe. She couldn't use her things or weapons, although she could make them herself. But she didn't want to offer up something nice to please the tribe from time to time.

The original owner's memories of the orc tribe are filled with fear. Orcs are known for their high combat strength, violent temper, and lack of gentleness towards human females. Orc females may even bully human females.

Playing tricks? Performing miracles? Elevating one's status? That doesn't seem to work either. The tribal shamans aren't just for show; they seem to genuinely be able to communicate with totem spirits.

No wonder the original owner went to the Time and Space Administration Bureau. Her only wish was to survive. It's hard to live here, especially for a female who has lost her most important value. She won't be welcomed anywhere. Even someone like her, who has the support of the Divine Soul Space, finds it difficult.

The next morning, Ye got out of bed and looked at the leaves surrounding her. She hesitated whether to change into the clothes in her space. The original owner was already used to this kind of clothing, especially the soles of her feet. She could walk in the forest full of dead branches and leaves all day without any scratches on her skin. It should be said that the human body in this world is quite strong. Ordinary plants can't scratch the skin at all.

Alright, let's leave it at that for now. If we encounter any indigenous people and can't explain the clothes we're wearing, we should pick some of these leaves that wrap around our bodies and store them up. When they start hunting, we can tan the fur and make some thick clothes for ourselves.

The most important thing now is to find a safe place to stay, gather supplies, and get through the winter.

However, finding a safe place to live is difficult. Humans living in groups can fight off powerful wild beasts, so wild beasts generally won't attack human tribes unless they are starving. But it's not necessarily the case for her living alone. According to the original owner's memories, the wild beasts that the warriors of the tribe hunted were very large. Even if she had guns, the destructive power of those huge beasts would be quite strong before her brain could transmit the message of death to the beast's entire body.

Even if she can temporarily hide in the space, what about her dwelling? Once it's destroyed, in this freezing cold, she won't have the ability to build another one.

So her goal was to follow the stream upstream towards the mountains, find a larger mountain, but a smaller cave, preferably with a well-hidden entrance.

Along the way, we encountered the large leaves she used as clothing. We picked some of them. These large leaves were very soft, with a silky feel. They were comfortable to wear and could be worn as undergarments. The only drawback was their short lifespan, so she had to collect as many as possible.

The previous mission world was a post-apocalyptic world with scarce resources. She collected as many items as possible, and while there were quite a few different kinds, the quantities were limited. After organizing them, there was still more than half the space available for storing things. With the added height, she could store quite a lot of things.

This fruit, about the size of a pomelo, is red when ripe. It was a fruit that the original owner's tribe often picked and ate, called the Big Red Fruit. However, it would spoil within a few days after being picked, so they usually didn't pick many. But she didn't care about that. This fruit tasted a bit like a sour apple. Following the original owner's memories, she climbed the tree using both her hands and feet, picked a few and put them in her space, noted their location, and planned to come back and pick more after settling on a place to stay.

"Wow, so beautiful." Ye lay behind a large rock and peered at a patch of plants in front of her. They were about 20 centimeters tall with slender leaves, and each plant had a crystal-clear red fruit in the center. It was a large patch and looked very spectacular.

But she also knew that in the wild, beautiful things could be more dangerous, so she retreated behind the rock to observe the "enemy situation".

Sure enough, a short while later, several brightly colored snakes slithered into the plant and precisely ate the brightly colored fruits one by one.

After searching through the original owner's memories several times, she finally remembered that when she was very young, before the witch diagnosed her with infertility, she had eaten this fruit once. It was called snake fruit and it was very delicious. Most importantly, this snake fruit had the effect of strengthening the female's body. However, the process of picking snake fruit was very dangerous because this fruit was usually guarded by poisonous snakes.

Ye looked up at the sun in the sky. It was almost noon, and when the sunlight was strongest, the venomous snakes would probably leave. She glanced at the patch of crystal-clear fruit, turned around and walked back, intending to use this time to pick more large red fruits to put in her space.

When the sun was at its brightest, Ye returned to the large rock and carefully tossed a few stones into the snake fruit. No snakes were disturbed, so she emerged from behind the rock and quickly picked the outermost snake fruit. She dared not venture too deep, but even the outermost snake fruit numbered in the hundreds. Ye wasn't greedy; she picked all the outermost ones and left.

After leaving the patch of snake fruit, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked up at the blazing sun overhead, and felt a little regretful. Such good sunshine was perfect for drying vegetables, but unfortunately, she didn't have the time or space. However, it didn't matter if she didn't dry them; her space could preserve them.