Heaven cannot crush a strong Henry Carter and then return him to the body of an infant—this is not fair!

At this moment, Henry Carter wished so much that the tiger would come back, or at the very least, that the wolves would return.

Compared to being eaten by humans, Henry Carter would much rather be eaten by a tiger or a wolf.

For the first time, Henry Carter howled in anguish at the sky, but unfortunately, as soon as his howl left his throat, it turned into the meaningless wailing of a baby.

The man carrying him, who had a rather impressive-looking penis, was in no good mood. He shook Henry Carter a couple of times without care, then tied his feet with vines and hung him at his waist.

Dangling upside down, the world Henry Carter saw was also upside down—the sky became a rolling grassland, and the earth turned into a leaden gray sky.

Since he wasn’t roasted and eaten on the spot, Henry Carter stopped crying and even began to study the thigh closest to his body.

It was an extremely sturdy thigh, more robust than any thigh Henry Carter had ever seen before. Not only was it thick, but it also resembled a sculptor’s masterpiece, with beautifully defined and smooth muscle lines. With every stride, the muscles on the thigh shifted as fluidly as a finely crafted machine.

The hair on the thigh was a dark shade, suggesting that the rest of his body hair was likely the same color.

From the black leg hair, Henry Carter roughly concluded that he and this thigh probably belonged to the same race.

This might seem like a trivial matter, but for Henry Carter, it was a huge deal.

It was a matter of whether he could blend in and survive among these people.

“Doo doo—” A gigantic elephant, as large as a mountain, appeared on the horizon, flapping its huge ears at the crowd as if it was about to charge. After a burst of chattering discussion, the people clearly changed direction, and then the elephant disappeared over the horizon.

Henry Carter was a bit disappointed.

A few grayish-blue wild wolves appeared on the horizon, looking somewhat unwilling to leave. The people shouted “lo lo lo” and charged at the wolf pack, and then the wolves ran off as well.

Henry Carter was a bit disappointed.

As they passed through a hilly area, a huge, incredible, striped tiger leapt from above into the crowd. Henry Carter watched as the tiger’s massive paw crushed a person’s head, and the crowd quickly scattered, abandoning their companion and leaving behind a chunk of beef, which also broke Henry Carter’s line of sight.

Henry Carter was so disappointed!

A venomous snake with white stripes hid in the grass, eyeing Henry Carter maliciously. He could even see the snake’s tongue flicking out and feel its cold body temperature.

Just as he thought he was about to die, a large hand grabbed the snake by its seven-inch spot, gave it a couple of casual shakes, and the snake involuntarily opened its mouth. With a forceful squeeze, the snake went limp and was casually hung at the man’s waist.

The snake’s head kept bumping against Henry Carter’s cheek. To avoid being hurt by the snake’s fangs, he reached out his little hand to grab the swaying snake head.

He carefully avoided the fangs still glistening with venom and grabbed the snake’s head, not wanting the venomous teeth to pierce his tender skin.

What bad intentions could a child possibly have?

He just wanted to protect himself, but accidentally let the snake’s fangs touch that sturdy thigh.

The fangs hooked into the thigh. Although the snake was dead, it suddenly clamped its mouth shut, injecting a large amount of venom into the thigh.

Henry Carter froze, hurriedly letting go of the snake...

No matter how you looked at it, this snake was no good—whether it was the yellow stripes on its body, the white ring-shaped markings, or those two sharp fangs, all proved it was venomous.

The owner of the thigh noticed this. He yanked the snake off his thigh as if picking beans, leaving the venomous fangs with the venom gland still stuck in his leg.

He then pulled out the venom gland and tossed it aside, continuing on his way.

Henry Carter kept watching the changes in that thigh. After about ten minutes, the thigh began to swell, but its owner kept marching quickly, seemingly unaffected by the venom.

The leg kept moving tirelessly for a full four hours. As the sun was about to set, the once-swollen leg actually began to subside.

By Henry Carter’s estimation, the poison would be gone after just one night.

In the distance, a bonfire appeared, burning brightly and standing out on the mountainside.

Chapter Three: Henry Carter’s First Battle

When the last trace of dawn faded from the sky, Henry Carter arrived at the entrance of a huge cave.

In front of the cave was a wooden fence, with many crisscrossed wooden spikes on top, clearly meant for defense.

All of this seemed normal, except that a few of the highest wooden posts had several rotting, stinking human heads impaled on them.

After the owner of the thigh returned inside the fence, he tossed Henry Carter and the beef he was carrying onto the food pile, making Henry Carter feel utterly miserable in an instant.

Sure enough, beneath him was cold, hairy beef—most likely a cow’s leg, with bristly hair that painfully pricked his back.

He struggled to roll off the food pile, aiming for an empty corner, planning to crawl over there quietly.