Julie sat on the bed inside a shabby hut, covered with a dirty, smelly, hard quilt full of black spots. She had been sitting there, dazed, for a whole hour.
Now she finally realized she had traveled into another world.
She had survived in the apocalypse for fifteen years. At first, killing made her have nightmares, but later, she killed without even blinking. Her only thought every time she opened her eyes was to live. Every day was about training, killing zombies, and gathering supplies.
In her previous life, she was an orphan, growing up in an orphanage. When the apocalypse came, she found a strange ring that looked pretty, so she wore it. One day, she accidentally cut her hand on a stone, and a few drops of blood fell on the ring. After that, she entered a huge, endless space through her mind. From then on, the ring disappeared and became part of her body. She could use her mind to access the space, where she stored everything she found—only living things couldn't go in.
Her last memory was fighting fiercely with a zombie king. They both ended up dying together.
She never expected that after death, she would wake up in a made-up historical era, a female-dominated society where women ruled and men stayed at home, doing housework and raising daughters. Even giving birth was a man's job.
Not bad at all.
Julie slowly absorbed the memories left by the original body's owner.
The original owner was also named Julie, seventeen years old. She was lazy, bullied the weak, feared the strong, and loved handsome men. Her parents died from an illness last year, leaving her a house and good farmland. But she wasted it all. Now, only a broken hut and two acres of wasteland remained.
Julie sighed. The original owner had good cards but played them terribly. If she had worked properly, she could have lived comfortably.
Six months ago, the original owner saw three brothers from the Gu family selling themselves to bury their father. She immediately took a liking to their looks and spent her last ten silver taels to marry them.
The three brothers each had their charm. The eldest, Bailee, was nineteen, handsome with clear eyes that could drown someone at a glance. The second brother, Haven, was eighteen, tall and slender, with brows like feathers, skin like snow, a slim waist, and white teeth like pearls. His black eyes were warm, and his pink lips curved into a gentle smile. If it weren't for his Adam's apple, he could be mistaken for a woman.
The youngest, Lorrie, was fifteen, with delicate skin like an eggshell, soft and tender. He still had baby fat, but his features were already very attractive.
The original owner had good taste. These three brothers were stunning.
As for why the original owner died, it was her own doing.
After buying the brothers, she never treated them well—only beating or scolding them, or trying to force herself on them. In this world, women were naturally strong. Men had to endure silently to survive. The rules all favored women. If a man dared to resist or kill his wife, he would either be exiled or his whole family would be executed.
At first, the original owner was obsessed with Bailee. But he was always cold to her. Feeling humiliated, she started beating and scolding him. Then she turned her attention to Haven. Although Haven wasn't cold to her, she quickly grew bored, thinking they all despised her deep down. Twisted by jealousy and bad influences from other women, she abused them even more.
Last night, she came home drunk. Lorrie was outside collecting clothes. Drunk and dizzy, the original owner tried to force herself on him. Lorrie, who had always been protected by his older brothers, had a stubborn side. He hated her deeply.
He had thought being sold would bring a new life, but it became another nightmare. As she tried to tear off his clothes, he grabbed a stone from the ground and smashed it against her head.
Blood poured out. With a "thump," she collapsed.
Lorrie was terrified, curling into a ball, muttering, "It's not me. Not my fault. You asked for it. I didn't kill you."
Haven and Bailee rushed over. Seeing their wife lying there covered in blood, they were shocked. Bailee, as the eldest, quickly calmed down and told them to carry her inside.
Haven checked her breathing—it was weak, almost gone. They had no money to call a doctor, and her reputation in the village was terrible.
For a brief moment, Haven even thought, let her die. If she died, no one would hurt them anymore.
But soon, despair filled his heart again. In this world, it was hard for men to survive. If their wife died, they would suffer too.
Haven slid to the floor, full of hopelessness, even wishing to die together.
No wonder when Julie woke up, the three brothers looked at her like they had seen a ghost—scared, relieved, complicated, and full of hate.
So she woke up and gained three husbands?
Fine by her. They could help with chores and daily work.
Julie was just happy to be alive, no longer needing to fight for every breath like before. This life seemed so much better.
She believed that life was about walking her own path and living her own days.
Julie wasn't upset at all. She was excited to be alive and free.
She knew her personality was different from the original owner's, but she didn't plan to act like her either. No need.
If someone questioned her, she could easily say, "I just escaped death, of course I've changed."
Her way of thinking was simple: stay if it's comfortable, leave if it's trouble. She wasn't going to clean up endless messes.
If it got too annoying, she would just pack up and go.