Given the extraordinary nature of those two, even the status of 'himself' was likely far beyond his imagination.

Thinking again of that world within the game becoming reality, and that he himself was now within it, Henry Clark found it all the more unbelievable.

Just as he was feeling a headache, a sudden whistling sound came from outside the carriage. Henry Clark raised his eyebrows and turned to look out the window.

He saw a woman in a colorful dress leaping toward them. Though on foot, her speed surpassed even that of the sixteen horned horses. In her slender, elegant hands, she was carrying the massive corpse of a beast!

Seeing Henry Clark inside the carriage looking her way, the woman immediately lifted her head and gave a sweet smile. Her features were delicate, her brows and eyes like a painting, and on either side behind her ears were a pair of extremely adorable white cat ears. She was one of the two servants he had met since awakening in this world, Ethan.

Behind her followed a burly, imposing man. He was the driver of this carriage, named William Harris, standing a full nine feet tall, his body packed with knotted muscles as if cast from steel.

His presence was grand and imposing, his steps unhurried, yet each stride covered several yards. His square face was calm as water, with a hint of worry showing through.

Chapter 002: Dual Veins in Parallel

The rich aroma of roasting meat drifted across the plains. A beast leg, so large it was frightening, was skewered on a steel spear and roasting over the fire, fat dripping down with a sizzling sound.

Watching as the pig skin turned golden, Henry Clark carefully brushed on a layer of fragrant oil and sprinkled on spices, making the aroma even more mouthwatering.

The wild tusked pig, weighing over four tons, had been divided into several portions. At least half was fed to the horned cloud horses beside them, also known as the Cloud-Stepping Colts, who were happily munching on a mix of soybeans and fodder.

Only three pig legs remained. Aside from the one being roasted, William Harris and Ethan each took one, eating with oil running down their chins.

The former was at least a bit refined, while the latter paid no attention to her image at all. It was as if she wished she could swallow the bones too. As she gnawed and chewed, she looked at Henry Clark with eyes full of worship.

“So delicious! Gulp! So tasty! Young master's grilling skills are so much better than before—”

Her words were muffled and hard to understand unless one paid close attention. Henry Clark couldn't help but smile. Chuxue was his maid, born of the Tiger Cat clan, a branch of the demon race. Though beautiful, she was naturally gluttonous and energetic. She appeared quiet and elegant, like a noble lady, but could hardly sit still for a moment. Especially when eating, she was always astonishing. Though her name was Ethan, apart from her skin being fairer than snow, nothing else about her matched the name.

As for the so-called demon race, according to later records, they were ancient ancestors who, to resist the rampaging alien beasts, fused the blood of powerful beasts into themselves to increase their strength.

But when that brutal era ended, these people became feared by humans and formed their own race—the origin of the demon race.

After ten thousand years, this group was nearly extinct; Henry Clark had only seen them in the game.

With the knife in his hand, he casually cut off a piece of roast meat and ate slowly. Then, without thinking, Henry Clark's gaze once again fell on the carriage nearby.

“Uncle Yin, with powerful enemies still lurking nearby, is it really wise for us to stop here and make a fire?”

After staying in the carriage for seven days, Henry Clark had never seen William Harris or Ethan fight anyone. But the scars on both sides of the carriage were all fresh, and there were countless holes, almost piercing the iron walls. Some places were even stained with blood, a shocking sight. It was clear that before he arrived in this world, they had gone through great danger.

In the past two days, the two of them had often gone off, supposedly to hunt, but every time they returned, they reeked of blood—not beast blood, but the scent of human lives taken.

When he heard this, William Harris was clearly startled, but then he didn't care, still eating heartily, his voice cold: “Please rest assured, young lord. Within six hundred miles, the area has been cleared. Only a few hawks remain, following us day and night. Whether we make a fire or not makes no difference. Ethan and I also need some time to recover—”

Henry Clark looked up and indeed saw a few tiny black dots weaving through the clouds. His heart sank again. With these 'eyes' in the sky, their movements would be completely exposed to the enemy.

And with such a conspicuous carriage, there was no way to hide their tracks.

It really was as if powerful enemies were lurking nearby, and danger could strike at any moment.

But what concerned him even more at this moment was how William Harris addressed him. Ethan called him young master, but William Harris called him young lord.

In the demon race, the title of young lord could only belong to the heir of the demon king!

The demon race had a hundred branches, most of them proud and unruly. For the demon king's heir to be powerless, one could imagine what fate awaited him.

Sighing, Henry Clark continued eating the wild tusked pig. When he was about ninety percent full, he felt warm currents of energy surging through his body.

Henry Clark straightened up, walked to the side, and chose a more open spot. He began to stretch his body, sometimes bending at the waist, sometimes leaning forward, sometimes stretching his limbs, somewhat resembling the modern aerobic exercises popular in later times.