Inherit Billions (Seraphina and Orion)

Chapter 229 The Primitive Man

On a small island that is located a thousand nautical miles away.

Seraphina slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a chaotic mess of damp leaves scattered on the ground.

She tried to move but couldn't; something was binding her tightly.

As she turned around, she was startled to see a wild-looking man squatting next to her. He was making exaggerated facial expressions. His face, darkened with dirt and adorned with various colored markings, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but scream in fear.

The wild man actually smiled at her.

He was bare-chested, with long, tangled hair falling over his shoulders. Necklaces made of what appeared to be animal bones hung around his neck, while a makeshift skirt of leaves covered his lower body.

Seraphina trembled in terror. Was death smiling at her?

She sat up in fear, trying to move away from him as she scanned her surroundings.

All around, there were crude, tent-like structures made of branches still covered in leaves. She recognized these branches from the forest nearby.

Bending into flexible arcs, the branches thickly layered themselves with leaves. It could provide some protection from the elements, but the space inside was cramped, with no gaps for ventilation, making it damp and dark.

Seraphina's face grew paler. She was cold, thirsty, and starving, and as she fully awakened, the sensations became unbearable.

I still trap in this godforsaken place?!

clenched tightly, turning white

a step closer, as if to touch her. Seraphina screamed

to the side, she saw, not far off, a group of dozens of wild-looking men. They all dressed

had fierce features, deep-set eyes, and pronounced facial structures. They looked

Yes, savages!

Her heart sank deeper.

what kind of

shiver run

had already been set. A strong-looking man, clearly the leader, was sitting

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stick to drill into a piece of wood. He

a pile of dry leaves. Within

fire by friction? Is this

as if the universe was playing a cruel joke

gestured toward the fire, then to his mouth, mimicking the action of eating. There was no need for translation-anyone could understand that

What horrible luck!

uncontrollably as she watched

forced a smile that was more of

be