This Ghost writer Is Too Attractive (End)

4.3 Back Again (End)

The agent looks around. He is back in prehistoric world again. According to his login records, he had been here. No such memories.

He checks his body. He isn't a ginseng spirit anymore.

His new one is a disabled Guide. One with bunny ears and fluffy round tail.

A Guide could transform into an animal form. Someone like him is considered disabled. Because he couldn't hide his animal tail and ears.

Unfertile one. That's what they called him behind his back.

He looks toward three kids next to him. They are exhausted after long distance march.

In short, they are the exiled ones.

The tribe has banished them for being useless. The Chief is no longer willing to waste foods on them.

One of the little boys lost his right leg in a beast raid. The other boy lost his left hand.

The little girl is mute. She saw her mother got eaten by a beast. She lost her voice since that tragic day.

They are hungry and cold. They are hiding in this hollow tree for a shelter from the wind.

The agent shakes his head.

This place can't protect us from beasts. We need a proper shelter.

A boy rubs his eyes.

He asks sleepily, "Wei, aren't you sleeping?"

The agent responds, "Later. Sleep more. I will wake you up."

"Okay."

This boy is Roan. He is eight years old. He dreamed to be a great hunter like his late father.

Alas! He lost his leg and his dream got crushed.

The exiles are supposed to die in banishment.

It's already mid dry season. They won't survive the harsh rainy season. Rain could go downpour for days. Hard to find foods in such weather.

Wei munches some edible leaves they found. He already missed the delicious foods from cultivation world. 

I'm not a real bunny! Give me meats! No more grass and leaves...

If only Li Ming and uncle hadn't abducted him, he would still live a leisure life.

"Husband..."

Wei shakes his head. It still hard to believe. He has a husband. And it's another agent.

"I'm a man. It should have been a wife. Not another man."

He closes his eyes and falls asleep. His spirit goes back to his space. He looks around.

It's a small shabby one belongs to a newbie like him.

Two meters width. Three meters long. It's totally empty. Not even a futon available for him.

An agent would fill his nest with items acquired in book worlds.

"Too bad there ain't any soil here. I could have planted some fruit trees. Then we won't starve again."

He scratches his head. He felt he has fed his friends with fruits planted in his yard before.

He shakes his head. It's impossible. He probably imagined the whole thing.

The agent leaves his space. He never spent much time here. It's too empty. Hard to call it as a home.

The kids are gathering together to sleep. They are covered with an old blanket made from animal skin.