The little bison saw the body of the bison king. Its eyes were no longer deep and sharp, but instead covered with a thin film that had lost its luster. So, the little bison hid its head under the side of the mother cow’s body, not wanting to know anything.

No one knows how much time passed. Only when the vultures in the sky began to peck at the bison corpses on the ground did the little bison finally pull its head out from under the mother cow’s body.

This time, as it lifted its head, it saw the tiny, soft, and pale Little Henry.

Henry Carter sat dazedly on the ground. When the little bison looked at him, he was also looking at the little bison.

Whether it was Henry Carter or the little bison, their eyes were filled with confusion and ignorance.

Henry Carter's hands were too small and still lacked strength. His legs were also very short and chubby, just like a Michelin man.

He had only three teeth in his mouth.

Such a Henry Carter was harmless to both people and animals.

However, the little bison, so frightened it was almost convulsing, rubbed its body closer to Henry Carter, pressed its head to the ground, and acknowledged Henry Carter as its new king... When other bison fought for the throne, they would only kill the bison king, or maybe one or two strong bulls, at most trample a few calves to death. But this strange, tiny, naked creature had killed all the bison except itself.

Henry Carter curled up on the grass. A dung beetle was struggling to roll a dung ball the size of a ping-pong ball past his feet, and a huge pastel butterfly he had never seen before left its shelter from the rain and danced gracefully before his eyes.

In the sky shrouded by dark clouds, there was a huge hole. Through this hole, Henry Carter could see the azure sky.

The wind high above must have been strong. Henry Carter watched for less than a minute before the cloud hole was torn from a regular circle into an irregular shape by the wind.

After a while, the thick clouds completely covered the blue sky, and the fine drizzle became even more persistent.

The grass nearby was very tall—at least, it was very tall for Henry Carter. He stretched out his left hand but couldn’t reach it, feeling quite disappointed.

A hideous, bloodstained bison head, dragging a half-grown bison body, lay trembling on the grass.

Henry Carter turned and fled. He didn’t know how long he ran, but when he looked back at that filthy bison head, he realized he had only escaped less than ten meters.

Looking at his own chubby arms, then at that stupid bison head, Henry Carter decided to stop and think carefully about how he had ended up in such a predicament.

As soon as Henry Carter began to think, the world fell silent.

And the silence was suffocating.

The quiet lasted only a moment. Immediately after, a wolf the size of a bison calf suddenly appeared before Henry Carter.

Its facial fur wrinkled, baring a mouthful of fangs as it stepped toward Henry Carter one step at a time. Henry Carter could even see the drool at the corner of its mouth.

Henry Carter looked down at his own plump, tender legs. Not to mention whether the wolf liked him—he himself thought his meat must be delicious...

The little bison lying on the ground had no intention of resigning itself to fate like Henry Carter. It rolled over, kicked up its hooves, and ran.

The fierce gaze of the wolf swept over both Henry Carter and the little bison, then it leapt to chase after the little bison.

Before Henry Carter could burrow into the grass, he heard a shrill wolf howl. The wolf that had just leapt out tumbled and fell right in front of him, its head limp against the ground, blood streaming from the corners of its mouth.

Then, Henry Carter saw a tiger with a magnificent, multicolored coat.

He swore this was the first time he had ever seen the king of beasts up close in the wild.

Its fur shimmered like brocade in the sunlight, rippling with every step the tiger took.

This creature walked very slowly, each step steady and sure. Even with many wolf heads exposed around it, it still strolled leisurely as if in a garden.

When it moved, all the blood in Henry Carter's body rushed to his head. Only then did he realize, as the tiger leapt into the air, limbs spread wide to pounce on the wolf pack, just how enormous its body was.

Its four paws extended more than a dozen two-inch-long steel-hook-like claws. Seemingly just brushing lightly over a wolf’s head, that wolf would crash heavily to the ground beside Henry Carter, its skull smashed to pieces.

The little bison kept running in circles within the battle between the wolf pack and the tiger, desperately trying to survive. Unfortunately, every time it was about to escape the melee, a wolf would drive it back into the circle.

With no way out, the little bison saw Henry Carter sitting motionless in the center of the circle.

So, it quickly jumped to Henry Carter's side, hiding its huge body behind Henry Carter.

The battle between the tiger and the wolf pack was unimaginably bloody. By now, Henry Carter had completely given up on survival, simply widening his eyes and watching this rare and spectacular fight with great interest.

Chapter Two: Man Dies for Wealth, Birds Die for Food

When you put yourself on the same level as food or property, your mindset becomes very calm.

After all, you’re already food—just a matter of who eats you.

Compared to the wolf pack, Henry Carter thought being eaten by the tiger was actually a pretty good option.

At least, the tiger’s mouth was big enough that it might swallow him in one bite.

Unfortunately, though the tiger was powerful, it still seemed a bit overwhelmed when facing such a large wolf pack.