On the morning of the third day, the remaining two orbs were finally refined.

As he studied the changes in himself, he discovered a new world.

Evolver: James Carter.

Primal Genes: 5!

Combat Power: 5!

Lifespan: 72!

Combat Skills: None.

Evolution Technique: Grade E!

This game-like attribute panel in his mind truly startled James Carter.

His lifespan was actually quantified, which was simply unbelievable.

“Lifespan 72—does that mean my natural lifespan limit is seventy-two years?”

“Combat power 5—so after all this, I’m just the legendary ‘combat power five’ weakling?”

“5 points of primal genes correspond to 5 points of combat power. Does that mean 1 point of primal genes increases combat power by 1?”

“Combat skills: none… What the heck are combat skills? Fighting techniques? Martial arts, hand-to-hand combat, that sort of thing?”

James Carter fell into deep thought, a string of question marks flashing through his mind.

The absence of combat skills sounded an invisible alarm.

He was naturally athletic—great at basketball, and not bad in a fight. Based on his past experience in a few brawls, he could take down two or three peers. As for martial arts or self-defense, he’d never trained in those; in that respect, he was no different from an average student.

“Could it be that to survive in the evolution world, I need to master some peerless martial arts?”

“I heard those military commandos came in with guns, even rocket launchers. There are posts online saying that foreign special forces drove in with armored vehicles, some even flew in with attack helicopters, and an African warlord sent people charging in with tanks through the rainbow pillar… No matter how good your martial arts are, you’re still afraid of guns and cannons. What’s the use of combat skills then?”

“No, wait. The magnetic field in this world is strange; many devices don’t work. If a fighter jet flew in, it’d probably crash immediately. Whether firearms work is still a question mark. Maybe those mysterious combat skills are actually useful.”

In this unknown evolution world, a lone human faces endless loneliness.

This kind of loneliness is terrifying. It’s said there’s a torture method where a person is locked in a silent, dark room, and within a few days, they go insane.

James Carter was relatively lucky—at least he had Big Jack for company.

Unable to find anyone to talk to, he unconsciously developed the habit of talking to himself.

“Big Jack, let’s go!”

James Carter set out with Big Jack, searching for a way out while hunting evolutionary plants.

A few days later, his primal genes reached 20 points, and his physical abilities improved significantly.

The bigger change was in the black dog. After eating the essence of many plants, Big Jack could now understand some simple commands.

From Big Jack’s eyes, James Carter could vaguely sense a spark of intelligence.

This intelligence clearly surpassed that of a well-trained police dog.

“Strange, didn’t David Bennett’s diary mention encountering poisonous birds and a giant wolf? Logically, in a primeval forest, it should be easy to run into wild animals. Why haven’t I seen a single beast?”

James Carter sat on the ground, completely puzzled.

Next, he faced an even more pressing problem.

Even though he’d been frugal, the six bottles of mineral water in his backpack were all gone.

He still hadn’t found a water source, hadn’t bathed in days, and smelled so bad even he couldn’t stand himself.

“Big Jack, water… this, can you find it?”

James Carter held up an empty water bottle, miming the action of drinking.

Heaven had mercy—this time, Big Jack actually understood and responded with a “follow me” gesture.

James Carter was overjoyed and dashed after Big Jack.

Half a day later, he heard the sound of spring water flowing.

That tinkling sound was like music to James Carter’s ears.

Ahead appeared a small mountain spring, winding along, its destination unknown.

James Carter was ecstatic as he rushed to the spring. The survival instincts he’d developed over the past few dangerous days kept him rational even in the face of such temptation. He resisted the urge to gulp down the water and asked, “Big Jack, is this water safe to drink?”

Big Jack crouched by the water, sniffed with its nose, then licked the surface.

Immediately after, it began to drink in big gulps.

James Carter breathed a sigh of relief, filled a bottle with water, and drank to his heart’s content.

After downing two bottles of spring water, he was finally satisfied and filled all six plastic bottles he’d saved.

“Come on, let’s have some fun, let’s splash around!”

He really did start splashing around—stripped off his clothes and washed himself in the spring.

The shampoo and soap left behind by David Bennett finally came in handy.

He washed for a full half hour, and James Carter felt completely refreshed, ready to believe in love again.

He beamed, as if spring had come to his life.

Then he changed into a new pair of boxers, squatted by the spring to wash his smelly old clothes, and even scrubbed his basketball shoes. Who knows how much time passed—on a nearby old tree, a thermal undershirt, a set of athletic winter wear, and a pair of bright red boxers were fluttering in the breeze.

The athletic wear left by David Bennett fit perfectly, and James Carter felt like a new man.