Logan Clark was knocked dizzy inside, slamming heavily against the inner wall.

Struggling to look, he saw a ferocious boar-like creature lying on the ground in agony, steaming from its back, its eyes glowing with a murderous red light.

The creature quickly got up, the armor on its back bristling. It curled up, turning itself into a ball, and rolled toward the little figure.

The little figure hurriedly hid behind the metal block again. The ball-shaped creature glowed with overheated red light, suddenly accelerated, and chased after the little figure, snapping at him.

Like the First Emperor circling a pillar, several times it nearly crashed into the Logan Clark in the middle.

“No, if this keeps up, I won’t be able to hold out.”

The metal block was sturdy enough, but the Logan Clark inside was just flesh and blood.

Logan Clark made a snap decision, quickly teleporting in a few stones and throwing them onto the ball’s path.

But the ball flashed red, and when it hit the stones, it smashed them to pieces.

What kind of power is this?

Logan Clark teleported a trap onto the ground, but the ball could jump over it in time.

Within this limited field of vision, he couldn’t find anything harder than stone.

There was only one last option.

Logan Clark focused his senses on the rolling ball.

Teleport!

Inside the metal space, a bloody cube of flesh appeared.

The red glow on the ball vanished, and it collapsed to the ground.

Its curled-up body unfolded, and a part of its forelimb had disappeared, leaving only a cubic hole.

Along the extremely smooth cut surface, blood slowly seeped out.

It worked! Logan Clark immediately pressed the advantage.

More and more cubic holes appeared all over the rolling creature, riddling it with wounds.

Logan Clark kept throwing the teleported chunks of flesh out, making it rain meat in the rainforest.

Soon, all that was left of the original ball was a pile of irregular rotten flesh, with faintly visible smooth surfaces all over it.

And in the puddle, there were cubes of flesh of all sizes.

“Done.” Logan Clark let out a long sigh of relief.

In his field of vision, the once lush green of the rainforest was now stained red.

The black little figure lay on the ground, hugging its head and trembling. Only when everything was quiet did it slowly get up.

It looked around, and upon seeing the scene, was terrified, scrambling and crawling out of sight.

Gone was its initial arrogance.

As the adrenaline faded, looking at the bloody scene outside, Logan Clark began to feel nauseous.

Fortunately, the worms were all eaten, and Logan Clark was getting bolder.

“We’re all trapped here waiting to die, what’s there to be squeamish about?”

But now, the only one who seemed able to save him—the little figure—had been scared away.

It started to rain outside, the pouring rain washing away all the blood, raindrops pelting the metal block.

The pitter-patter of rain and the earthy scent of life filled Logan Clark’s senses.

“What a strange feeling.”

Finally calming down, the exhausted Logan Clark drifted into a deep sleep.

……

When he woke again, the scene had changed.

The scenery around him was retreating, and the metal block had been placed on a small cart.

Not only that, but a circle of berries had been arranged on the cart’s boards.

Two black little figures were struggling to pull the cart ahead, as if they were transporting the metal block somewhere.

Logan Clark quickly became alert.

Outside his field of vision, black figures kept flashing by—there seemed to be many little figures around.

Soon, one little figure hurried over.

“Hurry up and pull this to the front, the humans are about to break in!”

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 3: Camp Melee

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Chapter 3: Camp Melee

“Humans?”

Logan Clark perked up, carefully observing everything in his field of vision.

As the cart moved forward, Logan Clark caught glimpses of chilling scenes along the way.

He was being transported into the camp of the black little figures.

Totem poles covered in patterns were everywhere, draped with thorny vines and gleaming white bones.

Those were human bones!

Logan Clark couldn’t be mistaken.

Not just on the totem poles—white bones poked out from the gravel of the little figures’ camp, some even still wearing human clothes.

He looked down.

Beneath the camp was a pile of stacked skeletons—who knew how many humans had met their end here.

“No wonder they said the humans are about to attack,” Logan Clark thought.

He had to find a way to contact the humans here and get himself rescued.

The further the cart went, the more little figures there were, and the stronger the smell of blood.

The two little figures pulling the cart casually tossed the metal block by the wall, then grabbed weapons and climbed up the wooden wall.

The wall was crowded with little figures holding all kinds of ranged weapons.

One little figure, looking like a shaman, held a broom and kept smearing mud on the handle.

The mud seeped into the handle, and then the broom bristles stood up one by one, shooting out toward the outside of the wall, quickly disappearing from Logan Clark’s sight.

“What kind of weapon is that?”

Before he could look closely, a large shield rushed into Logan Clark’s field of vision outside the wall.

All the broom-needle attacks from the shaman were blocked by the big shield.

The burly man behind the shield advanced steadily, bent over, covering his companions behind him.

These people all wore thick combat suits, tool bags slung over their shoulders, and wide belts at their waists hung with all kinds of tactical gear.

The little figures on the wall tried everything to get their attacks around the shield, but all were blocked.

The burly man reached the wall, and with a mighty push, the big shield smashed the sturdy wooden gate to pieces.