The beast on the screen was enormous and extremely ferocious.

The chieftain used a lot of ink on this beast, so much so that Henry Carter not only recognized it as a tiger, but also as a saber-toothed tiger, a species said to have gone extinct long ago in legend.

Mainly, the chieftain drew the tiger’s two teeth so large that they protruded from its mouth, and by proportion, each tooth was about a foot long.

Henry Carter had seen tigers before; their mouths were usually closed, and you could only see their inch-long fangs when they opened their mouths. Unlike this creature, whose teeth were so big they couldn’t be hidden at all.

Thinking that such a fierce beast was just outside the cave, Henry Carter sincerely hoped this painting was the chieftain’s exaggerated artistic creation, not a realistic depiction...

“Wolf!”

The chieftain glanced at what Henry Carter was holding and finally spoke.

Henry Carter held the wolf cub tightly and imitated the chieftain’s pronunciation: “Wolf!”

The chieftain snatched the wolf cub from Henry Carter and casually tossed it into a shallow puddle. Not only that, he also scrubbed the cub vigorously with plant ash.

After washing it three times, he threw it back to Henry Carter. By now, the wolf cub was shivering from the cold, its eyes rolling back as if it was about to die.

Henry Carter took the wolf cub to the fire to warm it up.

His mother and the others were still busy, not only working at the front entrance of the cave, but also sending a group to the back entrance. Although it was a cliff, for centipedes, snakes, and other crawling creatures, it was not much different from flat ground—just a bit more time-consuming.

Once the wolf cub’s fur dried, it looked much better. Its fur was bluish-gray, so it should have been a gray wolf pup.

The chieftain didn’t kill this wolf; instead, he handed it over to Henry Carter to raise. Now, whether it survived depended on whether it could eat those bugs.

Fortunately, this little guy was quite tough. Not only did it eat centipedes, but also scorpions, and it even dared to challenge snakes.

And compared to cooked food, it seemed to prefer eating things raw. This made Henry Carter constantly marvel that nothing surviving on this land was simple.

When faced with the question of survival, they all chose to live without hesitation. Although Henry Carter hadn’t yet found a reason to live from their way of life, he had to admit—they truly wanted to survive.

To be honest, their lives consisted of nothing more than eating, drinking, defecating, and mating, and even at this basic level, they were still at the most primitive stage.

Their way of life was nothing like what Henry Carter imagined; the quality of their lives might not even surpass that of pigs in a modern pigsty.

Since even they could struggle with all their might to survive, Henry Carter felt he should have even stronger and more sufficient reasons to live—and to live better than others.

As the spiders, centipedes, scorpions, and all sorts of bugs gradually decreased, it signaled that the torrential rain was about to end.

This rain lasted a full seven days and nights.

When the rain stopped, Henry Carter ran outside for a look, then came back.

Because he couldn’t see anything.

Outside the cave, the fog was so thick it was almost solid.

According to Henry Carter’s common sense, there shouldn’t be fog after heavy rain, but here, the fog appeared anyway, and it was so dense it couldn’t be dispersed.

Sometimes the wind would blow the thick fog aside, revealing a sliver of sky. At those times, you could see the deep blue sky and the blazing sun hanging overhead.

The dense fog, almost like clouds, pressed low overhead, and sometimes, when the wind blew, it would fall to the ground.

There was always thunder in the sky. Henry Carter saw with his own eyes a bright spot appear in the clouds and fog, then suddenly explode.

The sound—deafening—and then Henry Carter would witness a spectacle he had never seen before: short rain.

Why call it short rain? Because the distance from the clouds to the ground was no more than ten meters.

Every time the dry thunder struck, the thick fog would rain. After the fog rained, it would become thinner, and then the sun would continue to evaporate the water on the ground, forming thick fog again, in a never-ending cycle.

Those who didn’t die during the rain, died after the fog set in.

This year was bad; all the infants except Henry Carter died.

Even two children who barely survived infancy died, and the two men injured by the saber-toothed tiger also died.

Their wounds festered. One of them had a wound on his belly, and after it festered, his internal organs were exposed to the air. Henry Carter even saw his intestines writhing.

The chieftain was a very decisive person. He personally killed the two tribesmen who were still alive, smashing them to death with stones.

After killing them, he dragged the two corpses out of the cave by himself and didn’t return for a long time.

Chapter 7: Miracles Aren’t Really That Miraculous

These days, Henry Carter didn’t drink any water, especially not the water stored by the tribesmen.

There were already fine red threadworms wriggling in the puddles. Drinking that water meant a ninety percent chance you wouldn’t survive until the weather cleared.

If he got thirsty, he would rather crawl to the cave entrance and breathe in the thick fog. After a few breaths, his mouth would fill with saliva.

He also forbade his mother from drinking water, bringing her to the cave entrance to breathe the mist. After all, if she got sick, he wouldn’t have safe milk to drink.