XiShi was utterly exhausted from the relentless cycle of awakening in strange and unfamiliar places. Yet, for once, she at least had the faintest inkling of how she had ended up in her current predicament. As she lay there, bound by a rough cloth that dug into her skin, she couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and resignation. If only she were strong enough―or perhaps just a bit more determined―she might have been able to break free from her constraints. But, considering the painful injuries that adorned her hands and legs, it was quite evident that such an endeavor was a fanciful notion.

Through the tiny window like opening, the vast expanse of the night sky beckoned, speckled with an array of stars that twinkled like tiny diamonds. The view was captivating, and the lush greenery surrounding her seemed almost too vibrant, too alive to belong to the dreary Earth she once knew. It was as if she had stumbled into a picturesque painting, serene and breathtaking, yet the tranquility was shattered by the grim reality of her situation.

She could hear the voices of men just beyond the entrance of the cave―discussing matters that she had no desire to overhear.

After a moment of reflection, it dawned on her that she had somehow been thrust into a world reminiscent of the fantastical tales she had read in novels―beastmen, magic, adventure, and all that delightful nonsense. Perhaps she had unwittingly stepped into a story, but until she could piece together the puzzle of her existence, she would remain firmly anchored in her skepticism. Apparently, she's a red fox ......

The entrance, previously obscured by some ominous veil, swung open to unveil a man―yes, a man, no less―followed by the very henchmen who had unceremoniously dragged her into this nightmare. His gaze lingering as if she were some curious specimen under a microscope.

"Ah, quite petite and small," he mused, as if commenting on a particularly fine piece of fruit. "I assume you've just had your little coming-of-age ceremony?"

Then came the sniffing. Yes, the sniffing! If she'd had her hands free, she would have slapped that creep right off his pedestal. But alas, she was bound, both literally and metaphorically.

"She doesn't smell of any male," one of the lackeys chimed in.

" Her tribe was utterly decimated by our hands during the massacre. She appears to be harmless and vulnerable, let's consider sparing her life utilize her skills for our benefit. Perhaps we should send a few of our males to mate with her; she could prove to be quite valuable in helping to expand our bear tribe, regardless of her personal feelings on the matter. "

Great , life sucks .... she hopes another truck hits her before this tragedy happens ........ she's escaping any how now......