Time Reset: Let Him Marry the Cannibal Queen

Vincent was already nodding eagerly the moment Uncle George uttered those grim statements. "You're absolutely right, Dad! They should be the ones staying here instead!"

He then let out a shrill cry, his face filled with contempt. "I refuse to stay in this godforsaken place! It makes me sick!"

He seemed to have utterly forgotten who had once cried and begged to marry Rova and who had vowed she was the only one for him in this life.

Aunt Talia's eyes flashed with a calculating glint as she quickly added, "They should be the ones staying here! Their family's two-bedroom apartment can be used as Vincent's matrimonial home. Their place is located in a nice and peaceful area."

Uncle George stroked his chin with a calculating grin. "That sounds like a good idea. They won't be needing the place anymore anyway."

Their family of three was casually talking about how to split up our place as if nobody else were around, their tone as casual as if they were talking about the weather. They seemed entirely convinced that Mom, Dad, and I would become their scapegoats and remain in this primitive jungle forever.

I looked at the calculating expressions on their faces, feeling completely sickened on Mom's behalf by how cold-blooded they were.

Grandma passed away early, so from a young age, Mom treated Uncle George like her own child, doing everything she could to care for and support him. Dad also extended his affection to Uncle George's family because of Mom, accommodating them at every turn.

Mom and Dad had even provided the down payment for Uncle George's house when he got married, but despite spending so much on them, they succeeded only in nurturing a family of ingrates.

Vincent used the Divine Goblet, a sacred object in the eyes of the tribes, in the room, and then casually set it down in a corner. He couldn't help but scrunch his nose in disgust as the content in the Divine Goblet emitted an unpleasant smell.

Aunt Talia lowered her voice and urged, "It reeks, so don't put that there."

She glanced around and quickly came up with a sinister plan. "You should dump it near their dwelling. Otherwise, if those tribesmen discover it tomorrow morning, we'll be the ones in trouble, Vincent."

Uncle George nodded vigorously beside them, saying, "Your mother is right, Vincent, so hurry up and dump it to their side."

He then lowered his voice, an almost imperceptible excitement and cruelty underscoring his tone, and added, "They should bear the brunt of the consequences."

Vincent, without any hesitation, stood up and left with the goblet right away.

I hid in the darkness and watched him stealthily approach the thatched hut where we stayed. He glanced around to confirm no one was watching, then carefully placed the Divine Goblet in the bushes beside our hut. He then hurried back to his own place, as if ridding himself of a liability.

I finally realized what happened back then. It was no wonder that those tribesmen tied my parents and me up in my past life without permitting any defense, treating us in the most cruel way possible. It turned out that Vincent and the others were the real culprits.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I waited until the surroundings were perfectly quiet before I crept out.

I found the Divine Goblet that Vincent had discarded. I walked over to the side of the thatched hut where Uncle George and his family were staying and buried the Divine Goblet there.