After a while, the group arrived at a small village deep in the forest. The village was modest, with only a handful of inhabitants. He noticed the children playing nearby—innocent but visibly malnourished, their thin frames a stark reminder of their harsh living conditions.
"Seeing them like this... it's heartbreaking," He thought, feeling a pang of sympathy. "But please, I still have some dignity left. If they see me naked like this, I'll be the one people feel sorry for!"
When they reached the center of the village, one of the warriors entered a shabby-looking house. Moments later, she emerged with an elderly man who appeared to be the village chief. The old man looked at Myrul with a stern expression, his eyes squinting as if he was struggling to see clearly.
The chief began speaking in a language he couldn't understand, gesturing with his hands as if trying to communicate. But what caught Myrul's attention was the fact that the chief wasn't even looking directly at him—his gaze was slightly off to the side.
"F—ck, even the village chief is practically blind! How the hell do they survive in this jungle?!" He thought, his frustration growing.
Myrul's hopes were dwindling. Despite not understanding a word of what the villagers were saying, he could sense that the chief had good intentions. The old man's gestures and tone seemed to hint at the possibility of releasing him.
One of the girls finally removed the underwear that had been gagging Myrul's mouth. "Finally, my mouth is free!" the lingering salty taste made him grimace. "Please tell me this isn't... you know, pee residue. Ugh."
Desperate for water, he decided to use hand signals to communicate. He pointed to his mouth with his thumb, mimicking the act of drinking. The villagers nodded, seemingly understanding his request.
But then, one of the girls suddenly pulled down her top, exposing her chest, and shyly gestured for him to... well, *help himself*.
"What the—?! I don't want *that* kind of drink! I'm thirsty, not horny! This is not the time for jokes!" He thought, shaking his head vigorously to decline the offer.
The villagers looked confused, clearly misunderstanding his signal.
Luckily, He spotted some unopened coconuts near one of the houses. He walked over to one of the warriors, gesturing to borrow their knife. The warriors immediately tensed up, ready to fight, thinking Myrul was about to attack.
"No, no, no! Calm down!" waving his hands frantically to show he meant no harm. He pointed to the coconuts, slowly picked one up, and used the knife to chop off the top.
With a sigh of relief, he gulped down the fresh coconut water, quenching his thirst at last.
"Ahhh!! I feel alive right now!"
The villagers, who had been watching intently, suddenly burst into applause, as if they had just witnessed something extraordinary.
One of the kids, curious and excited, ran up to he gesturing that she wanted to try the coconut water too. Myrul smiled, picked up another coconut, cut off the top, and handed it to her.
"Here, try this. Drink it slowly,"he said, though he knew she couldn't understand his words.
The kid eagerly took the coconut and started drinking. At first, she sipped slowly, but as the sweet, refreshing liquid hit her tongue, she began gulping it down faster and faster, as if she hadn't had a proper drink in days.
Her face lit up with joy, but some of the coconut water spilled down her chin and onto her clothes. Myrul chuckled and helped her hold the coconut steady, guiding her to drink more slowly.
"Ahhh!" the kid sighed happily, her thirst finally quenched.
Unbeknownst to him , the entire village had gathered around, watching with wide eyes. One by one, they began gesturing that they wanted to try the coconut water too. Before he knew it, he had become the village's unofficial coconut water vendor, cutting open coconuts and handing them out to everyone.
Amid the chaos, one of the female village approached him, holding a bundle of furry clothing. She handed it to him shyly, avoiding eye contact.
"Oh, sh—t... did I just do all of that while *naked*?!"he realized, his face turning red with embarrassment.
After the exhausting task of preparing coconut water for everyone, He sat down, watching the smiles on the villagers' faces. "Sometimes, it's the small things that bring happiness to people. It's worth it,"he thought, feeling a sense of fulfillment.
But as he observed the village more closely, he couldn't help but notice how shabby and rundown it was. The men in the village seemed weak and frail, as if the world had turned upside down. The women, on the other hand, were strong and muscular, clearly the dominant force in this society.
"This is weird... it's like the roles are completely reversed here. Women are the strong ones, and the men are... well, not,"Myrul mused, his mind racing with questions about this strange world.
His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed one of the female warriors flexing her muscles nearby. Myrul's imagination suddenly ran wild, and he began picturing a scenario where *he* was the one being overpowered in a... compromising situation.
"That's damn scary! I hope the women in this village aren't as... *sex driven* as men usually are in my world,"he thought, shuddering at the mental image.
The chief suddenly approached him , gesturing toward an empty hut nearby. The hut was simple, with a roof made of dried leaves and walls constructed from wooden planks. There was no door, just an open entrance.
The chief walked inside, lay down on the floor, and closed his eyes as if demonstrating something. After a moment, he got up and left the hut without saying a word.
Myrul stood there, confused. "What is he trying to tell me? Is this... my place to sleep? Why couldn't he just point with his hand or something? Ugh, whatever. At least I have a place to rest now," he thought, too tired to argue.
Exhausted from the day's events, He entered the hut. The floor was covered with dry leaves, making a makeshift bed. Without hesitation, he lay down and closed his eyes.
"This isn't exactly a five-star hotel, but it'll do," he muttered, his body finally relaxing.
Within moments, he was fast asleep, the rustling of the leaves and the distant sounds of the village lulling him into a deep slumber.