Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space-Chapter 34: REVENGE FOR WHAT EXACTLY? 5

I lay on the blanket, watching everyone, since I was useless at the moment. Aunt Fu was with Madame Fu, while Fu Fei was setting up the fire. Fu Sheng had gone to gather some firewood, and for now, I was left on my own.

As for the boys, they stayed close to Fu Fei, lingering around her side. They were still too scared to come near me or play with me.

My mind, however, was far from calm.

I still had to find a way to split the Fu family before time ran out.

It was almost as if the system could read my thoughts, because just then, a blue screen appeared before my eyes.

The blue screen flickered softly in front of my eyes, its light clear and impossible to ignore.

[Mission status: Incomplete.]

My heart sank.

I straightened slightly on the blanket, my fingers tightening against the fabric as I stared at the words.

[Time remaining: 1 hour.]

For a moment, my mind went blank.

One hour.

That was all I had left.

I swallowed hard and glanced around the camp without moving my head. Aunt Fu was still busy talking with Madame Fu, Fu Fei was focused on the fire, and the boys stayed close to her side. No one was paying attention to me. Fu Sheng was still gone, and the night air felt heavier than before.

"How is that possible..." I whispered under my breath.

The Fu family was already full of cracks but then i remembered that i was now in the historical times, where family bonds were very much important, they may resent or hate each other but never refused to split or separate.

My chest tightened.

[Mission requirement has not been fulfilled.]

[Failure to complete within the remaining time will result in penalty.]

"Penalty? what penalty are you talking about? Now I get punished too?"

I complained but the system didn’t even answer as I just sighed. ’ Stupid bot.’ I said under my breathe.

I took a slow breath, my gaze slowly sharpening as I looked toward the different members of the Fu family.

"Fine," I murmured quietly. "Then I’ll end it within an hour."

I took a slow breath and tried to steady my thoughts.

"System," I said quietly in my mind, "I want to check in for today and receive my rewards."

The familiar blue screen appeared before my eyes at once.

[Daily check-in confirmed.]

[Issuing check-in rewards...]

[Reward 1: Survival Pack – Includes dried meat, grain cakes, salt, and a small fire-starting kit suitable for exile conditions.]

[Reward 2: Healing Ointment (Medium) – Effective for sprains, muscle pain, swelling, and minor injuries. Quantity: 2.]

[Reward 3: Sturdy Water Flask – Keeps water clean and cool for an extended time. Capacity sufficient for one adult for a full day.]

I stared at the screen, my tension easing little by little.

These were not flashy rewards.

They were practical. Useful. Things that could actually keep people alive on the road.

"Transfer all items to storage," I said immediately.

[Transfer complete.]

The blue screen faded away.

I lay back on the blanket, my eyes half-lidded as I watched the camp move around me. On the surface, I looked calm and relaxed, like someone simply resting after a long day.

But inside, my mind was already working, unknown to me that some people were going to make my task much easier.

..

I stayed where I was, still lying on the blanket, when footsteps came from the dark.

Fu Sheng returned first, a bundle of firewood on his shoulder. His face looked tired, but his steps were steady. He dropped the wood near the fire, brushed his hands, and nodded at Master Fu.

Not long after, more voices followed.

"Mother! Sister! Look at this!"

Fu Tong and Fu Teng rushed into the camp, clothes dusty, eyes bright. Fu Tong was holding a rabbit by the legs. Its fur was singed in places, but it was real. Fresh. Big enough to feed everyone.

For a moment, even the fire seemed to burn brighter.

"You have no idea how hard that thing was to catch," Fu Teng said, breathing hard. "It almost got away."

"And we didn’t even have a knife," Fu Tong added proudly. "I had to tackle it with my bare hands."

Madame Fu covered her mouth, shaking her head. Fu Fei smiled, her eyes were warm as she looked at her brothers.

"Both of you look like you fought a tiger," she said.

Fu Sheng let out a quiet sigh, while Master Fu shook his head. "Reckless," he said, though his tone was not harsh.

The rabbit was placed near the fire. Soon, the smell of roasting meat filled the air. Fat dripped, fire crackled, and the scent spread through the camp.

It was the only thing I could smell.

My stomach tightened, slow and sharp.

I hadn’t eaten anything proper all day.

I watched the rabbit turn over the fire. Watched the brothers argue over who had caught it first. Watched Fu Fei sprinkle salt with careful hands.

A scream tore through the night.

Everyone froze.

Fu Fei’s hand slipped, the rabbit nearly falling into the fire. Fu Tong jumped to his feet. Fu Teng spun around, eyes wide.

"That sounded like—" Madame Fu started.

Another scream followed, closer this time.

It was loud and messy, like someone crying while in pain.

Madame Fu froze. Her face slowly drained of color.

"That voice..." she said quietly. "Why does it sound like Mother?"

Master Fu stiffened at once.

Fu Sheng had already grabbed a burning branch. "I’ll go see," he said, not waiting for permission.

Fu Tong and Fu Teng followed him right away.

I pushed myself up from the blanket. My leg hurt, but I ignored it.

"Fu Fei," I said softly. "Help me."

She hesitated for a second, then came over and helped me stand.

Master Fu tried to get up too, but his body gave out halfway. He let out a low breath and sat back down.

"I’m fine," he said. "You go."

Madame Fu looked worried. "I should stay with you."

"I said I’m fine," he insisted. "Go see what’s wrong."

She hesitated, then nodded and followed us.

We walked toward the sound together. No one spoke. The night felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath.

Then we saw her.

Grandma Fu was on the ground, holding her leg and crying loudly.

"Mother!" Madame Fu rushed forward.

"I stepped on something," Grandma Fu cried. "My leg hurts so badly. I think it’s broken."

Fu Sheng knelt beside her at once. "Where does it hurt?"

Just then, Uncle Fu rushed over from the side. He was Master Fu’s younger brother, the old woman’s son.

"What happened, Mother?" he asked.

Grandma Fu grabbed his arm. "My leg... I can’t move it."

Uncle Fu frowned, then quickly said, "She must have twisted it. Or stepped on a sharp stone."

I stepped closer. "Let me take a look."

Before I could crouch down, Grandma Fu shoved me away.

"Don’t touch me!" she snapped. "I don’t want you laying hands on me!"

I stumbled.

"You are dangerous, i don’t want you laying your evil hands on me."

Fu Sheng caught me at once and pulled me back and his expression didn’t seem pleasing at all.

"That’s enough," he said.

I straightened myself, saying nothing.

Fu Sheng looked at Grandma Fu, then at Uncle Fu.

"If you don’t even want my wife’s help," he said evenly, "then there’s no reason for us to stay here."

The air went still.

Uncle Fu’s face stiffened, "Fu Sheng are you really talking to your grandmother like this because of a woman?"

Uncle raised his brow, asking such a question like as though i was a complete stranger in this family, has he forgotten i was his wife or didn’t they include it in the script.

Uncle Fu’s words fell into the silence.

Fu Sheng didn’t answer right away.

He looked at Uncle Fu, then at Grandma Fu still holding her leg, crying softly. Only then did he speak.

"Uncle," he said, "no one is trying to be disrespectful. She only wanted to check Mother’s leg."

Uncle Fu frowned. "Then why insist? Mother already said she doesn’t want her touching her."

Fu Sheng nodded once. "That’s fine. But then don’t accuse her of having bad intentions. She didn’t force anything."

Grandma Fu sniffed. "I don’t trust her. That should be reason enough."

Fu Sheng’s voice stayed calm. "You don’t have to trust her. But she is my wife. At the very least, she deserves basic respect."

Uncle Fu looked at him. "So now we can’t even speak our minds in this family?"

"No," Fu Sheng said. "Speak. But don’t turn it into blame."

I stood behind him the whole time, quiet, my hands hanging by my sides. I didn’t feel angry. Just... oddly calm. Watching him handle it this way made me feel safe.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then a voice broke through the dark.

"Help! Someone come help!"

It wasn’t crying this time. It was urgent.

"A wagon is sliding!" the man shouted. "It’s going straight toward the river!"

The words hit me at once.

My heart dropped.

"My wagon."