Banished to Another World

Summary of the Banished to Another World

So, imagine this: Yan Mo, who used to be known as the Medicine God – yeah, that powerful title, but apparently also earned some pretty intense dislike from the heavens. One day, he really pissed them off and got banished. *Not* exactly how you'd want to spend your vacation.

He pops up in this weird place, a complete shock to his system. New sky, new smells... definitely not China town. Before he even gets a chance to fully take it in, BAM! He's knocked out cold by some cosmic curveball and dragged off like some kind of sack animal – straight into the tribe’s winter rations program.

This isn't no peaceful hippie commune we're talking about here. This is survival mode 101. A hyper-primitive tribe living by one simple, brutal rule: strength equals everything. Whether you're out fighting or... well, maybe they see it as fighting *in* a different way off the battlefield.

Yan Mo tries his best to share stuff he knows – like healing arts and Chinese medicine secrets. Guess what? In their world view, that looks suspiciously like witchcraft designed to weaken warriors or sabotage fights. Talk about bad timing! The sentence for that kind of offense back home was usually quick and final... maybe execution was too good a word?

He tries again, suggesting agriculture and animal husbandry – practical stuff, right? Wrong place, wrong time; they heard "efficiency" the way someone might hear an axe coming down. They thought it sounded like weakness talk, even slave labor potential! So he's sentenced to... yeah, you guessed it, execution.

Then there’s teaching hygiene or just plain sewing, maybe cookin' up some gourmet meals? Little things a guy does in his downtime back home. But this tribe sees them as threats – specifically, *threats* to their women's dedication. Talk about reading way too much into it! The verdict again? Eliminate.

He finally tries the big boss approach, claimin’ to be a god-sent guide for progress. That gets 'em thinking maybe he's useful... or at least not immediately lethal. So the chief throws down the gauntlet: "Alright, your shiny new self-proclaimed wisdom guy. Prove us wrong! One day. Conquer our enemies and bring 'em back as slaves." Fail? Yep, he says he'll make sure that happens if it's the last thing he does.

Yan Mo, lying there half-conscious in a cage somewhere, just sighs... nope, more like groans internally. "Heh... I am *so* staying dead this time."

*(Word count: Approx. 170)*