The village was peaceful.
The only time its residents ever frowned was when food became scarce during a drought.
But there was a reason Lanling had once claimed that even commoners could defeat transmigrators.
Survival of the fittest began the moment one stepped outside their home.
On one of the hottest days of summer, nearly a year into their life among the villagers, a rabid barbarian tribe attacked.
Their numbers were small, but each one was strong enough to take down a lion alone.
The villagers had nowhere else to go—this was their home. And they defended it with everything they had.
By the time Lanling and Haruki arrived, alerted by the wind carrying the scent of burning flesh, the battle had already claimed more than a dozen lives. But the villagers had fought fiercely, taking down half of the enemy with sheer grit.
Without hesitation, Lanling and Haruki split up, moving to defend opposite ends of the village.
