Chapter 2: My name is Zane (2)

"Haha, Doli, your charm is so good that he passed out from your sheer bliss. Either that or your breath got worse than I remember, Gahahah." Another barbarian mocked gleefully.

His words were immediately followed by a collective peal of laughter. The scantily-clad woman glared at them her pouting evoked more disgust than pity and they laughed even harder.

"Stop being Jerks! The kid is losing blood! What will you tell Alice if he dies before the sacrifice? Will you take his place?"

The group of men, even though they displayed their manly attitude shivered in terror as they were called to order. They did not want to take his place.

"Doli is right. Let's get back to work guys, If the other teams don't meet their quotas we might get rewarded." The one who had just spoken was an older barbarian than the others and carrying the only bronze sword in the group. He was as emaciated and weathered as the others, but the respect the other natives had for him was genuine.

Unaware of what was going on around him, the young adult's wounds were hastily dressed and stitched up and then quickly dressed with a poultice made from local plants. Then, the warrior Tauri placed him on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before setting off towards his village.

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SPLASH

The Boy woke up with a start, the bucket was ice frozen momentarily making him forget the pain of his injuries. As he pulled sharply on the threads of his barley stitched wound, he grasped in pain, drawing attention to himself.

Becoming the target of all eyes, he finally realized where he was. Or at least where he was no longer.

It was a backwater village aka decrepit, And even then it was perhaps too flattering an assessment.

At first glance, it was just a muddy patch of land reeking of pee and dung on which had erected a few dozen tents woven from animal skins. In the center of the village, there were two Tents spacious enough to compete with his bedroom on "Earth".

Anomaly in the middle of this ode to prehistory, a humbled thatch cottage made of stones and stacked pieces of wood overlooked the village from the top of a small hill barely six or seven meters high. Just outside the entrance, which was devoid of doors, stood a pitiful altar of some kind.

It was accurate enough to call it a "Shady place". Four wooden stakes about two meters high were planted in the ground in a square on top of which was arranged a damaged fur laid.

Underneath was a heap of stone that could be thought of as a rudimentary grave, with a small wooden ring laid on top of a podium, it might as well have been a scrap of bark, for there was nothing carved on it.

Right now, he was kneeling and bound like the other people with a dozen or so others who looked way healthier than him. Like him, they were all naked, but he was surprised to hear one of them slurring English.

HAHAHA Thank God he wasn't crazy! In any case, he wasn't the only one in this mess. The anguish of not knowing whether or not he was trapped in a nightmare or fully awake gnawed at his soul and threatened to drive him nuts.

All of a sudden, The crowd went silent and the teenager noticed two people come out of the only thatched cottage in the camp.

The first one was a man tall and strong, and so wrinkled and bony that he could have been living evidence that dinosaurs existed. Determined to traumatize them before their time, he was dressed as skimpily as the other villagers, his sagging nipples hanging freely in the sun. His bald head made the sunshine even more as his barely hanging on teeth smiled traumatizing them.

The boy and the other kneeling people swallowed their vomit with difficulty, telling themselves that losing their eyes would not be such a bad closure to this awful day.

The second one was a woman who was the exact opposite of the first man, young and beautiful. Helping the old man to walk, she was very athletic and curvaceous, her black skin but well moisturized, slender but not too skinny. Her doll-like face was not anemic like that of the other natives while her lips and rosy cheeks displayed a healthy, radiant glow. She had roundish almond-shaped red-orange eyes, long auburn lashes, and a cascade of silky red hair falling she was also not tall but not short even shorter than the boy.

The man's eyes lit up when they saw her, but while she was the only native they wanted to see naked, she was alas, to their regret, the only properly clothed woman.

Her sunflower orange ensemble consisted of a skirt a short-sleeved blue button soft arms and long little legs. She was barefoot like the other barbarians, but this only increased her beauty in the eyes of the prisoners.

The duo walked slowly to the altar, then the young woman whispered something to the older man after casting a listless glance at the prisoners then the old man nodded, then raised his palms at them, and began to chant in some unknown language.

"Gomu Kori Gomu Luffy, Imu Gomu Garp Gomu Nami is so hot Gomu"

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The young man and the other prisoners were speechless.

'Huh, what are you babbling old man?'

Then a miracle happened.

The fossil stopped blabbing and the young man felt a surge of foreign knowledge flood his brain. His eyes widened in shock a second later as the old man announced in a nasal voice.

"It's done."

'WHAT!? I can understand him."

Disbelief was on every prisoner's face. The boy, who was as agnostic as he could be, hardly dared to consider the possibilities that streamed from this realization.

This was magic.

As his heart accepted the current reality he was in, his mind was thoroughly shaken and he slowly came to accept what was happening to him. If he had been transported to a world where magic was a reality, then it shouldn't be too bad.

Meanwhile, the young woman had gone up to each one of them and stopped in front of the man furthest to the left, the stoutest of them, she just asked gently.

"What's your name?" Even her voice sounded sweet and angelic heavenly honey to the ears.

"Forizon"

"Hm..." She nodded and moved to the next person.

"And you?"

"Hmm."

This process continued until she reached the young man, seeing his pale face, his wounds, and his sickly appearance, a contemptuous almost disgusted frown flashed across her face.

"What is your name?"

"Zane, My name is Zane."

"Hmm..."