“Whoosh...” In an instant, a figure pounced, sending the little beasts clinging to the branches swinging wildly. Only the two that hadn’t grabbed on were caught directly, and the stone-clawed beast used its stone-shaped claws to slap them dead, tore off their heads, and tossed the bodies straight into its mouth—it seemed it couldn’t digest the heads of these little creatures.

Just as the stone-clawed beast was still unsatisfied and looking for more prey, suddenly a figure shot out from the pool. The dragonfish beast pounced and bit the stone-clawed beast to death. The stone-clawed beast struggled and slapped desperately, but it was all in vain.

The dragonfish beast was the overlord of this area. After killing the stone-clawed beast, it didn’t rush to eat. It looked around a few times, then leisurely bit into the stone-clawed beast’s body and walked toward the puddle.

“Pfft...”

At that moment, silently, a figure leapt down from the top of a tree. Just as the dragonfish beast was about to enter the puddle, a dagger slashed at its tail.

The timing, force, and precision were just right—one cut took off the last half-meter of its tail. Any further forward, the dagger wasn’t big enough to cut through; any further back, it would be too little.

With a miserable scream, the dragonfish beast thrashed in pain in the puddle, twisting in the air in rage, trying to bite back. It charged out of the puddle, searching desperately, but couldn’t find a trace of anything.

“Eating meat every day is enough to make anyone sick. This dragonfish beast doesn’t really count as seafood, but maybe river food? Honestly, I’ve been watching it for three days, and it really does taste better than regular meat...”

At this moment, a figure was leaping between the trees, the half-meter-long dragonfish beast tail already quickly processed in his hands. He was holding a piece, slicing it with a dagger and eating it as he went.

The one talking to himself was Kevin Walker. The compressed food Kevin Walker brought from the base was only enough for three days. Originally, by Kevin Walker’s calculations, that food should have lasted him at least half a month, and if he rationed it, even a month wouldn’t have been a problem.

But in reality, Kevin Walker had calculated based on his pre-cultivation appetite. As his body grew stronger and the intensity of battles increased, Kevin Walker’s consumption skyrocketed.

When hunger became unbearable, he had no choice but to hunt prehistoric beasts for food. At first, Kevin Walker even tried to imitate what he’d seen in movies and TV, making some roast meat. But reality gave him a harsh slap in the face—he almost got himself killed that time.

This was not a pre-prehistoric forest, and he wasn’t facing ordinary beasts afraid of fire. Playing with fire had truly disastrous results—so tragic it was unbearable to recall, a lifelong lesson.

Chapter 7 Finally Back

Kevin Walker would never forget the first time he tried to make a fire to roast meat, only to be hunted madly by countless prehistoric beasts when he was starving.

In the end, barely surviving, he held a piece of meat with only the outer layer roasted and blood still dripping, hiding in a cave, not daring to go out, tearing off bits of raw meat and eating them bite by bite, holding on until his wounds improved over the next few days.

The hardest thing for anyone is breaking through their own limits for the first time. After that, for Kevin Walker, eating raw meat was nothing. Over time, he even started to study the texture of different meats. Just like today, he’d gone out of his way to get dragonfish beast meat, and the sense of happiness was overwhelming.

As for names like dragonfish beast and stone-clawed beast, Kevin Walker just made them up on the spot based on what they looked like. For those that resembled some ancient Earth creatures, it was easier. For the more unusual ones, Kevin Walker simply classified them as level one, two, three, four, or five, according to their danger level.

Eating dragonfish beast meat, he saw a tall tree atop a small mountain ahead. With a few leaps, Kevin Walker reached the treetop, casually drew a homemade spear from his back, and skewered a level-two six-clawed bird that tried to ambush him in midair. He looked into the distance.

Seeing the location of Construction Base 0078 again, Kevin Walker couldn’t help but shout, “Damn, finally back...”

When he saw some landmark ruins near Construction Base 0078, Kevin Walker couldn’t help but shout out, startling countless bugs, little beasts, and birds into chaos in the surrounding forest.

Kevin Walker couldn’t help but be overjoyed. In these three-plus months of fighting and fleeing, he’d traveled thousands of miles back and forth.

Fortunately, as a top student, he’d learned the basics of prehistoric navigation and pathfinding well, and through practice and constant adjustment, after more than three months, he finally found his way back.

This cheer was also a release of the loneliness and pain he’d endured these past three months. Struggling to survive alone on Mars, in the midst of prehistoric beast tides, he had no time to think during life-and-death battles, but whenever things calmed down, that endless loneliness would come crashing in.

Looking up at the sky, watching the flickering patterns, Kevin Walker had already guessed a few things. But he believed Earth wouldn’t give up on Mars—it was only a matter of time. All he had to do was survive here.

Thinking of the compressed food in the base, Kevin Walker’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t searched carefully before, so he didn’t know if he could find any that could be heated. If he could eat some cooked food, that would be perfect...

With that in mind, Kevin Walker headed straight for the base. After three months of fighting and training, Kevin Walker was several times stronger than he’d been three months ago.

If it weren’t for Little Tyler occasionally entering closed-door cultivation, Kevin Walker would have tried to break through long ago. Now, his figure accelerated, and with just two leaps he covered dozens of meters, changing direction as he bounced and ran.