Chapter 3 (2/2)

From a technical standpoint, he was no longer the same person as when he was still human, even part of his current soul was being supplied by the crows. He’s nothing but an incomplete remnant soul, even if he had inherited the majority of Wang Yuan’s memories and soul.

“I will need a stable supply of white mist. If possible, I will need even more crows to give me even more aura to replenish my soul” Wang Yuan had such a thought, even though the 13 crows were constantly supplying him with the cool aura, it was nowhere near enough.

“Perhaps if I fully replenish my soul, I will no longer need to worry about the white mist running out and exposing my soul”

“It will be winter soon as well, I do not need to worry about temperature, but the crows will”

“And the germs are still constantly mutating, it’s possible for these 13 crows to die from the mutation at any moment”

“Once the crows die, without them hunting for more creatures to replenish the white mist, the only thing waiting for me is death”

“Which means I need to quickly find intelligent lifeforms, only then can I develop my forces in an organized manner” stuck inside the cave without being able to leave, Wang Yuan had nothing to do but plan his path from now on.

He was feeling an extreme sense of urgency as he was constantly treading on the border of death, one wrong step and he would be eliminated, this time without anything to remain of him.

Once the sky darkened, Wang Yuan set out once more, the 13 crows flying ahead as his scouts, looking for signs of human life. While slowly moving forward, Wang Yuan had a certain feeling, that once he found humans, a lot of the problems that he was facing would be easily resolved.

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“Comoros, be careful” a bearded man carefully flicked a spider off the shoulder of a youth in front of him with a dagger and squashed it with his foot.

“Thank you, uncle Dax” the youth called Comoros appeared to only be around 14-15 years old. His young face still had a bit of fear as he hurriedly thanked the bearded man.

“Save your thanks for Maynus. I don’t know if it’s because she is watching over us, but we’ve only gotten this many prey after three days of hunting” the bearded man, Dax, put the dagger away, stroked his beard and sighed, Maynus was the Goddess of Misfortune that the Cauchy tribe people believed in.

There wasn’t enough food in the village, yet they still had to deal with the damned Kent tribe as well. Their hunting party was formed this time around in hope of being able to bring back a bit more food and help the village survive through this winter.

Caw caw caw…

With a strange cry, a black crow that was a bit bigger than normal landed on the branch of a tree near them, tilting its head to look at the group of people below.

“Damn it, a follower of Negary, so it was you who brought misfortune” one member of the hunting party saw the crow on the branch and scowled. In the Cauchy language, Negary carried the meaning of dirty, disease, gloomy and ominous; at the same time, it was the name of a God. Because of the crow’s jet black feathers, their strange cry and their scavenging characteristic, crows were called the ‘followers of Negary’.

In their folklore, every crow in the world was a follower of the God called Negary, helping him spread diseases and omens.

When the bearded man, Dax, nocked an arrow on his bow and was about to shoot it down, he found that the follower of Negary had already flown away.