To be a successful hunter, the first thing you must learn is how to hide yourself. Covered in wild grass, Ethan Brooks concealed his body within the jungle, his large hand gripping a stone spear, veins bulging.

Still as stone, locking onto the target, gathering strength, swift as the wind!

Ah~ crack.

Puff!

Alright, the previously high-spirited Patriarch Brooks in front of the tribe was now nervous.

What a relief.

At least, in this embarrassing moment, no one in the tribe saw him.

Life is always full of too much helplessness and uncertainty.

Clutching the stone spear, Ethan Brooks picked out a not-yet-adult tusked armored beast, fixing his gaze on its rump.

There was no other way—the smell of grease outside the valley was just too strong, so these creatures still retained a sense of danger and might turn and run at any moment.

Beasts that can survive in the mountains and forests, Ethan Brooks felt, deserved to be respected. After all, he was living worse than a beast right now; at least those animals dared to charge ahead, while he could only develop in secret.

Following the grass, tracking his chosen target, Ethan Brooks gripped his stone spear tightly. He could now easily see the large patches of scales on the armored beast. His choice to attack the rump was not without reason; it was one of the creature’s vital points.

Gripping the spear, he sprinted quickly, leaping over rocks and grass. Coming up beside the young armored beast, he jumped up, thrusting the stone spear down at it.

Puff!

Awooo!

He missed.

The spear, originally aimed at the rump, skewed off course. Fortunately, it still did the job. The strength of a totem warrior at the Stone-Splitting Realm, added to the spear, was more than enough to deal with a not-yet-adult armored beast.

If he weren’t still a rookie at hunting, a single thrust would have easily pierced through the beast.

At this moment, Ethan Brooks couldn’t care about anything else. The wounded beast turned its head in pain, its tusks sweeping toward him. He quickly pulled out the spear and retreated backward.

The spear, yanked out, dragged the beast’s innards with it, blood splattering everywhere. The creature let out a roar and staggered to the ground.

Run!

Earlier, just hitting one with a stone had made the whole group chase him relentlessly. Now, the dying cry of the young armored beast completely enraged the leader of the herd.

Awooo!

The armored beast leader roared and charged at Ethan Brooks. He stumbled toward the valley, cursing himself for not having two more legs.

A cloud of dust billowed behind him as the leader’s tusks mowed down obstacles in its path, chasing Ethan Brooks as he fled in panic.

Bursting out of the dense jungle, he ran toward the valley, his body instantly covered in grease. Following the pre-cleared path, he dove under the wolf-hide tree.

Rumble!

In a fit of rage, the armored beast leader crashed into the wolf-hide tree after Ethan Brooks, sending branches flying everywhere. The other armored beasts followed close behind.

“Light the fire.”

He ran all the way to the front of the valley, then up the small hill beside the path. The piled-up wolf-hide branches had already been shredded by the armored beasts, broken branches flying everywhere, splattering grease all over their bodies.

“Light the fire.”

Escaping the pile of grease, Ethan Brooks used all his strength to shout up the hill.

At the top of the hill, Wade held a torch and threw it toward the valley. The flame traced an arc through the air and fell below. In an instant, a dragon of fire shot up to the sky.

Rumble!

The scene exploded. The grease from the wolf-hide trees ignited at once, sparks spreading like wildfire. In just a few breaths, the valley below was completely engulfed in a sea of fire. The armored beasts, covered in grease, were instantly consumed by flames, roaring and charging madly through the inferno.

Running up the hill, Ethan Brooks’s entire figure was illuminated bright red by the fire. Waves of heat rolled in, and the towering flames shot dozens, even hundreds, of meters into the sky.

He looked at the scene before him, grinning foolishly.

It worked.

But suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Crap.

The fire was too big.

Was he supposed to wait for the fire to die down, pick up some ashes, and go home to make a cup of calcium milk?

Where am I?

Who am I?

What was I trying to do?

How did it end up like this?

He was supposed to be hunting armored beasts, but now, in the raging sea of fire, more than a dozen armored beasts were burning fiercely, charging and roaring wildly.

What should he do?

Compared to Ethan Brooks’s furrowed brow, the totem warriors behind him looked on in terror. They had seen forest fires before, but never imagined using fire to wipe out fierce beasts.

They were born with a fear and awe of fire.

Below, the fire raged, lighting up the sky, scorching air currents swirling through the valley.

“Chief.”

Reed murmured, seeing Ethan Brooks sit down cross-legged, his body glowing with a blue light. A beam of blue light shot straight up from his crown, manifesting a hazy, illusory figure.

Totem!

At the same time, deep within the tribe, the totem god pillar’s fine cracks glimmered with blue light, connecting to the curled-up shadow deep inside the pillar.

The silent Grant walked out of the cave, gazing at the sky outside the valley, now glowing red. A hint of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.

“Totem ritual.”