Summary
Once hailed as the Medicine God — and scorned just as deeply — Yan Mo found himself exiled to a brutal, uncivilized world after angering the heavens. Awakening in a strange land, he barely had time to process his surroundings before being knocked out cold and dragged off like livestock… to be winter rations.
He had landed among a hyper-primitive, survival-obsessed tribe that lived by a singular creed: strength determines worth — in war and in bed.
When Yan Mo tried to introduce healing techniques and Chinese medicine, they accused him of sabotaging their warriors. The sentence? Execution.
He spoke of agriculture, animal husbandry, and building sustainable food supplies. They heard weakness and slavery. The response? Kill him.
He tried to teach hygiene, how to sew, and cook better meals. The tribe saw a threat to their women’s loyalty. The verdict? Eliminate him.
He claimed to be a messenger from the gods sent to lead them toward progress. The chieftain smirked. “Good. You have one day to conquer our enemies and bring them back as our slaves. Fail, and you die.”
Yan Mo: “…Why didn’t I just stay dead?”