My cousin, Vincent Walker, has fallen in love with Rova Thornwick, the chieftess of a cannibal tribe in Ambryndel. He insists on dragging the entire family to the tribe just so they can sort out the details of his wedding.

Little do we know that Vincent has screwed up on the very first day. He accidentally mistakes the tribe's Divine Goblet for a toilet bowl due to his ignorance toward the rules.

Vincent and his family are worried that they might get in trouble, so they flee from Ambryndel overnight without letting us know.

As a result, my family and I get tied up by the furious cannibals. Later on, we are roasted to death over the fire pit.

When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Vincent insists on traveling to Ambryndel to marry Rova.

I watched Vincent Walker, my cousin, holding Rova Thornwick, the strangely dressed Ambryndeli woman, in his arms and stubbornly declare that he would only marry her in this lifetime.

I realized then that I had been reborn.

In my past life, George Walker, my uncle, insisted on bringing our family to the cannibal tribe in Ambryndel, saying that my knowledge of Anglori would make communication easier. Their family's reckless actions, however, resulted in Mom, Dad, and me being executed over a fire.

I could still feel the sensation of being roasted over the fire from my past life washing over me. I sneered as I looked at the culprits who had destroyed my family standing right before me. I was absolutely never going to let them off in this life.

Uncle George grabbed Mom by the arm and tried relentlessly to convince her. "You know, the Ambryndeli chieftess really likes Vincent, and once they get married, their child will become the future chieftain, inheriting endless mountains of treasures.

"You'll get plenty of benefits too if you and your family come along with us, Heidi."

I found it utterly ridiculous as I heard Uncle George's delusional rambling, thinking that it would be impossible to find priceless treasures in a cannibal tribe. Uncle George had simply lost his mind with greed, believing the chieftess held enough wealth to catapult him to the top.

Mom was somewhat hesitant. She knew perfectly well how dangerous Ambryndel was, so she couldn't come to a decision right away.

It was then that Vincent, who had remained silent until then, put his arm around Rova and said, "You should really come along, Aunt Heidi. Rova is already pregnant with my child, so she'll be the only one for me in this lifetime."

I looked toward Mom and said, "I think we should just go along with them, Mom. It'll be a good way to broaden our horizons, and since Vincent is moving to Ambryndel, we won't see much of each other after this anyway. It'll be nice for us to witness the prosperous life Vincent will lead in the future."

I smiled faintly, thinking that we should definitely go along with them. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to make them experience the exact same agony of being executed over a fire.

Mom made up her mind after hearing that and bought tickets to Ambryndel for the entire family.

Upon landing at Ambryndel, a group of primitive tribesmen rushed forward, circling us while making strange noises, drawing the onlookers at the airport to turn their attention toward us.

Uncle George, on the contrary, felt this accorded him great status. He flashed a proud grin and turned to Mom, asking, "What good does it do for your son to attend that college, anyway? He still wouldn't be able to witness a spectacle like this in his whole life, would he?"

I merely smiled faintly, thinking that Uncle George would mock me every chance he got just because Vincent couldn't get into any college.

Upon arriving at the cannibal tribe, Uncle George was instantly dumbfounded. Instead of the wealth he had imagined, there were only rundown thatched houses and a group of tribesmen staring at us with intense gazes.

He lost his mind right then and there, clenching his teeth with bloodshot eyes as he grabbed Rova by the shoulders. "Where are the mountains of treasures? Why are there only these worthless things here?"

I smiled faintly and said, "Didn't Vincent say that he and the chieftess are in true love, Uncle George? He obviously won't care about these material goods if that's the case. It might be a little lacking, but at least they won't have to worry about basic necessities like food and clothes!"

Uncle George gritted his teeth. He glanced at the crowd of tribesmen behind him, armed with poisoned spears, and eventually choked back his retort.

Uncle George and the others looked utterly miserable, doing nothing but nitpick at the roasted meat feast the tribesmen served them. "What the hell is this stuff? How could anyone even eat such a thing? Get this away from us! It's worse than the slop at our house! It's filthy and absolutely disgusting!"

I was the only one capable of speaking Anglori, so I translated the remarks in their entirety for the tribesmen.

Their expressions grew increasingly grim after hearing that, and the looks they cast toward the three of them carried murderous intent.

It was nightfall, and Vincent began to make trouble. "What kind of awful place is this? I need to go to the toilet! I want to go home! I'm not staying in this godforsaken place—there isn't even a toilet!"

It was then that Talia Dunn, my aunt and Vincent's mother, suddenly thought of something and picked up the Divine Goblet from the tribes' offerings. "You should just use this and make do for now. We'll leave tomorrow morning!"

Vincent unexpectedly lamented with a tear-stained face, "That won't be possible, Mom! We can't leave now that we've arrived! Rova and the others won't let us go, Mom!"

Uncle George sneered and remarked grimly, "Have you forgotten that we brought the rest of the family with us? They're the ones who agreed to come along, so they can just stay here instead of us!"

Vincent was already nodding eagerly the moment Uncle George uttered those grim statements. "You're absolutely right, Dad! They should be the ones staying here instead!"

He then let out a shrill cry, his face filled with contempt. "I refuse to stay in this godforsaken place! It makes me sick!"

He seemed to have utterly forgotten who had once cried and begged to marry Rova and who had vowed she was the only one for him in this life.

Aunt Talia's eyes flashed with a calculating glint as she quickly added, "They should be the ones staying here! Their family's two-bedroom apartment can be used as Vincent's matrimonial home. Their place is located in a nice and peaceful area."

Uncle George stroked his chin with a calculating grin. "That sounds like a good idea. They won't be needing the place anymore anyway."

Their family of three was casually talking about how to split up our place as if nobody else were around, their tone as casual as if they were talking about the weather. They seemed entirely convinced that Mom, Dad, and I would become their scapegoats and remain in this primitive jungle forever.

I looked at the calculating expressions on their faces, feeling completely sickened on Mom's behalf by how cold-blooded they were.

Grandma passed away early, so from a young age, Mom treated Uncle George like her own child, doing everything she could to care for and support him. Dad also extended his affection to Uncle George's family because of Mom, accommodating them at every turn.

Mom and Dad had even provided the down payment for Uncle George's house when he got married, but despite spending so much on them, they succeeded only in nurturing a family of ingrates.

Vincent used the Divine Goblet, a sacred object in the eyes of the tribes, in the room, and then casually set it down in a corner. He couldn't help but scrunch his nose in disgust as the content in the Divine Goblet emitted an unpleasant smell.

Aunt Talia lowered her voice and urged, "It reeks, so don't put that there."

She glanced around and quickly came up with a sinister plan. "You should dump it near their dwelling. Otherwise, if those tribesmen discover it tomorrow morning, we'll be the ones in trouble, Vincent."

Uncle George nodded vigorously beside them, saying, "Your mother is right, Vincent, so hurry up and dump it to their side."

He then lowered his voice, an almost imperceptible excitement and cruelty underscoring his tone, and added, "They should bear the brunt of the consequences."

Vincent, without any hesitation, stood up and left with the goblet right away.

I hid in the darkness and watched him stealthily approach the thatched hut where we stayed. He glanced around to confirm no one was watching, then carefully placed the Divine Goblet in the bushes beside our hut. He then hurried back to his own place, as if ridding himself of a liability.

I finally realized what happened back then. It was no wonder that those tribesmen tied my parents and me up in my past life without permitting any defense, treating us in the most cruel way possible. It turned out that Vincent and the others were the real culprits.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I waited until the surroundings were perfectly quiet before I crept out.

I found the Divine Goblet that Vincent had discarded. I walked over to the side of the thatched hut where Uncle George and his family were staying and buried the Divine Goblet there.

Mom and Dad had already gone to sleep when I returned to the hut.

In my past life, Uncle George and the others had planned to sneak off in the dead of the night tonight.

I never expected Uncle George and the others to return in a dejected manner the following day, though. Their condition was wretched. Their exposed arms and lower legs were covered with numerous red welts from insect bites, a dense accumulation that was shocking to behold.

Uncle George and Aunt Talia looked extremely unpleasant and remained silent, obviously having suffered greatly. They had likely attempted to escape under the cover of night but ended up lost in the woods, spent the entire night struggling, and finally had no choice but to return the same way they had come.

I couldn't help but scoff inwardly as I looked at their dejected appearance. I had originally planned to lead the tribesmen to go out and track them down myself, so I hadn't expected them to return entirely on their own.

I noticed that they remained restless and kept wandering around the tribe even after returning. I accidentally overheard their conversation—they seemed to be thinking of grabbing some antiques and fleeing again to make money from them.

In the meantime, Rova appeared distressed when she saw Vincent's injuries. She pulled him to the side, pointed at the pouch on her body, and took out several medicinal herbs to apply to his wounds.

Vincent unexpectedly blew up on the spot, snapping, "What is wrong with you? Get off me! You're rubbing absolute filth all over my skin! It's so disgusting! Get the hell away from me!"

Rova, who understood a few phrases of Caldornese, was instantly distressed. She took hold of Vincent's hand, apparently intending to speak, but Vincent unexpectedly struck her with a backhanded slap.

"Get the hell away from me! I wouldn't even be in this absolute shithole if it weren't for you. It's all your fault, you disgusting savage! Get lost!"

That single slap instantly drew the attention of the whole tribe. They were already resentful of how Vincent had looked down on their food the previous day, and now, everyone closed in around him, fixing Vincent with cold, ominous glares.

Uncle George hurried to Vincent's side and blocked him with his body, glaring fiercely ahead. "What do you think you're doing? How dare a bunch of worthless savages try to lay a hand on my son! He's your chieftess' man! I'd like to see who dares make a move!"

I looked at them and thought to myself that this family was truly stupid beyond belief. They actually presumed they could run wild in this tribe by taking advantage of Rova's affection for Vincent.

They had been thoroughly spoiled by Mom and Dad, not knowing that no one in this tribe was going to coddle them the same way.

It was then that an elderly tribesman stepped forward, his fierce gaze landing squarely on Vincent. It looked as though his status was even higher than Rova's.

He waved his hand, and a group of tribesmen brought over a wooden box, out of which came a hair-raising hissing sound. He then opened his mouth and muttered a few words, as if performing some kind of ritual chant.

Vincent realized something was wrong and instinctively retreated, his gaze filled with panic as he looked at me. "What are these savages saying, Kingsley?"

I could only vaguely understand a few phrases, but I got the point. "They claim you've been cursed by a shamaness. They want to lock you in a box full of snakes for a day and a night to drive out the evil spirits."

Upon hearing that, Vincent instantly let out a terrified scream. "I'm not doing it! You have to save me, Dad!"

"I'd like to see which one of you has the guts to lay a hand on my son! He's the husband of your chieftess! You can go ahead and try if you dare!" Uncle George gritted his teeth, a grim expression on his face.

His threats did nothing to stop the advancing tribesmen, though.

He suddenly spotted me, rushed over to me in a few strides, and shoved me into that box full of snakes.