Evan Clark's words were like a steel blade, pointed straight at Brian Cooper. At the same time, Evan Clark exuded a kind of murderous aura, one that made people instinctively feel a deep sense of fear.

Under this aura, Eric Turner felt as if he were facing a ferocious beast.

“No... no objections, I... I have no objections!” Clearly intimidated by Evan Clark's powerful presence, Brian Cooper spoke in a flustered, incoherent manner.

At this moment, Eric Turner also found the relevant memories from the original owner's mind.

With the revival of spiritual energy, bloodlines began to awaken. For thousands of years, although the human race had been forced to retreat under the oppression of various fierce beasts, the emergence of bloodline warriors had at least allowed humanity to barely hold its ground underground.

To cultivate bloodline warriors, the human race had put in tremendous effort.

And whether a person could become a bloodline warrior depended mainly on the purity of their bloodline—the higher the purity, the greater the chance of becoming a bloodline warrior.

At the same settlement, people with different bloodline purities received different treatment.

For example, in terms of food, those with bloodline purity above level five would receive a piece of beast meat and a cup of beast blood every day. As for someone like the original owner, Eric Turner, there was nothing at all.

Once the tribe fell into crisis and needed to conscript people, the first to be drafted were always the youths with the lowest bloodline concentration.

“These beast crystals are your subsidies. Remember, take them back and exchange them for some good equipment, or find a wife and leave behind some descendants.”

As Evan Clark spoke, he tossed three beast crystals each to Eric Turner and Brian Cooper.

In the human settlements, the most common currency was beast crystals. The value of a single beast crystal was enough for Eric Turner to eat meat for a month.

Evan Clark left. Jason Grant crawled over to his two students, patted them hard on the shoulders, and said, “You two, you have to do your best to survive!”

Do your best to survive!

These words were filled with too much helplessness, too much bitterness, too much...

Jason Grant gave the two of them a break—no, to be precise, Jason Grant announced that the two of them had graduated from the settlement school.

Crawling out of that classroom, barely over ten square meters in size and filled with foul air, Eric Turner and Brian Cooper entered a tunnel only three feet high, where the fastest way to move was still by crawling.

“Eric Turner, tomorrow we’ll finally see the sun. Old Harris said the sun is round—what do you think?” David Cooper, crawling ahead, spoke with a trembling voice.

Eric Turner wanted to remain silent, but recalling the original owner's memories, he nodded and said, “It should be round. Old Harris wouldn’t lie to us.”

“Eric Turner, actually, I had a feeling yesterday that you and I can’t escape our fate. Who told us to have the weakest bloodlines?” David Cooper began to choke up, “Now that we’ve got our settlement allowance, let’s not think about anything else—let’s go find a wife.”

“Haha, we’re warriors now. From now on, we’re not kids anymore.”

Finding a wife—it felt so far away!

Just as Eric Turner was at a loss for words, David Cooper seemed to think of something: “Eric Turner, you have to choose your wife carefully. We only have three beast crystals—once they’re gone, that’s it.”

“Now that the beast crystals are in our hands, the choice is ours. If they end up in your old man’s hands, you won’t have any say.”

“Eric Turner, enjoy life while you can. With our constitution, once we leave the settlement, we won’t survive a year! Do you remember that kid a year older than us? He didn’t make it back on his first day outside!”

Beast crystals. Eric Turner's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that the beast crystals he’d been holding tightly in his hand were gone!

The settlement allowance, the food for three months, was gone—how could this be?

But according to Eric Turner's memories, he had always gripped the beast crystals tightly in his hand; there was no way he could have lost them.

“You go ahead, I forgot something.”

David Cooper complained, “Don’t blame your big brother if I get first pick—once this chance is gone, it’s gone for good!”

As he spoke, David Cooper crawled forward without looking back, while Eric Turner prepared to turn back and look for the beast crystals.

But just as he turned his head, a dialog box suddenly appeared in his mind.

Energy: 215

Stamina: 2/8

Strength: 2/3

Spirit: 12/12

Skill: Thirteen Guardians Body Training, First Level

Compared to all the other stats, what caught Eric Turner's attention most in the dialog box was a card glowing with a crimson light.

This card took up two-thirds of the dialog box.

Primary Mimic Card has met the synthesis conditions. Synthesize now?

Just as Eric Turner noticed the crimson card, a line of text suddenly appeared in his mind.

Although he didn’t know what this Mimic Card was for, Eric Turner chose to synthesize it without hesitation!

With Eric Turner's choice, the energy value in the dialog box dropped to 115, and the crimson card now showed a 1.

Level 1 Mimic Card: Can copy one skill from an entity of similar strength, with a 50% success rate.

This was a Level 1 Mimic Card. Could there be higher-level Mimic Cards? Copying someone else’s skill sounded interesting, but how exactly did it work?