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Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies Novel Cover

Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies

Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel. Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits. His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound. He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap. They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance. "Get off me!" Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her. She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her. If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt. It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most. Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony? And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to? Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface. She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis. She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay.
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Chapter 5

The morning light filtered through the cracks in the roof, hitting Karlie directly in the face. She groaned, rolling over on the thin mattress. Every muscle in her body ached from the previous day's ordeal.

She sat up, crossing her legs and closing her eyes. She focused inward, on the cold, bio-enhanced core that kept her alive. She coaxed it, pulling energy from the reserves she had built up overnight. It was a slow process, like trying to fill a bathtub with an eyedropper, but it was necessary.

Host vitality at 70%, Unit 9 reported. Sufficient for light labor.

She opened her eyes and looked around the hut. It was clean, but it was still a disaster. The air was stale, the light was poor, and there was no running water. It was a survival challenge, and she was starting from zero.

She stood up, grabbed a bucket, and walked outside. The settlement was waking up. She followed the sound of running water to a small, muddy stream that ran through the edge of the village.

She knelt beside it, scooping up a handful of water. It was cloudy and smelled faintly of algae.

Scan complete. High levels of parasites and bacteria. Boiling required.

"Of course it is." she muttered. She couldn't boil water every time she wanted a drink. She needed a filter.

She went back to the hut and dug into her Nexus inventory. She didn't have a high-tech water purifier-those were locked behind a level wall-but she had basic materials. Cloth, charcoal, sand, gravel.

She found a hollowed-out gourd she had scavenged the day before and set to work. She layered the materials inside: cloth at the bottom, then charcoal, then sand, then gravel, then another layer of cloth on top.

Gavin woke up to the sound of her working. He hobbled to the door, his face creased with sleep. "What are you doing?"

"Making water safe to drink," she said, not looking up. "Go back to bed. Your leg needs rest."

"I can help." he insisted.

She looked at him, then at the bucket of dirty water. "Fine. Hold this."

She poured the stream water into the top of the filter. It dripped slowly through the layers, emerging at the bottom significantly clearer. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.

She boiled the filtered water over a small fire and poured a cup for Gavin. He took a sip, his eyebrows rising. "It tastes... clean."

"That's the idea," she said. "Now, let's fix this place up."

The next item on the list was ventilation. The hut was a sealed box, which was great for keeping out predators but terrible for breathing. She needed a window.

She didn't have a high-tech multi-tool unlocked yet, but she had the Nexus synthesis function. Unit 9, consume 5% energy to harden this local clay and river stone into a cutting edge. A faint hum vibrated in her palm as the raw materials fused into a razor-sharp, obsidian-like blade.

Gavin stared at the dark, gleaming stone in her hand. "What is that?"

"A tool crafted with techniques from my homeland," she said, sticking to her cover story. "It's sharper than it looks. Come on, I need you to hold this section while I score the wall."

They worked together. Karlie marked out a square on the stone wall near the ceiling, and using the enhanced blade, she patiently chipped and cut through the rock, her muscles burning with the effort. Gavin held the heavy stone slab as it came free, grunting with the effort. They propped the hole open with a stick, and immediately, a breeze swept through the room, clearing out the stale air.

"Next, the bathroom situation." Karlie announced.

She couldn't conjure composite boards out of thin air, so she relied on her survival knowledge and the Nexus's basic processing. She gathered thick river reeds and used the interface to rapidly weave and reinforce them with a binding resin she had extracted from the surrounding trees. She sectioned off a corner of the room with these sturdy, waterproofed woven panels, creating a small, private area. She rigged a crude pulley system using rope and a bucket, allowing water to be hoisted up and poured over a perforated bowl for a makeshift shower.

It was primitive, but compared to the hole-in-the-ground latrines the rest of the settlement used, it was luxury.

Gavin helped where he could, passing tools, holding boards, and following her instructions. He watched, amazed, as she transformed the hovel into something almost livable. She thought of things he had never considered-separating wet and dry areas, maximizing airflow, using reflective surfaces to bounce light into dark corners.

By evening, the hut was unrecognizable. It was still small, still rough, but it was functional. It was a home.

Karlie collapsed onto the mattress, her body screaming in protest. But a small smile played on her lips.

Gavin sat down beside her. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently ruffled her hair. The gesture was awkward, unpracticed, but incredibly tender.

"Thank you, Karlie," he said softly. "You worked so hard."

She felt a flush creep up her neck. She ducked her head, hiding her face. "It's just basic survival," she mumbled. "Nothing special."

"It's special to me." he said.

They ate another meal of synthetic rations, and then Karlie turned back to her datapad. She pulled up the file on the intermediate medical gel. She had enough of it in her inventory to treat Gavin's leg, but it would take a lot of energy to guide the healing process.

Intermediate medical gel effective against energy erosion, Unit 9 confirmed. However, optimal results require host bio-energy guidance. Procedure recommended only when host vitality is above 85%.

She wasn't there yet. But she would be.

"What are you looking at?" Gavin asked, leaning over.

Karlie quickly minimized the screen. "Just planning," she said. "I have an idea for your leg. But I need a day or two to prepare."

Gavin's eyes widened. "Your leg... you can really do something?"

"I think so," she said. "But I need you to trust me. And I need you to stay off it as much as possible."

"I trust you," he said without hesitation. "Whatever you need."

He looked at her then, his gaze intense and full of a warmth that made her stomach flutter. "Thank you, Karlie. For everything."

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She turned back to her datapad, her mind racing. She was going to heal him. She was going to fix this.

And maybe, just maybe, she was going to find a place for herself in this crazy world.

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