Chapter 13 (2/2)

“What an interesting world” Wang Yuan slowly absorbed the rest of Jacob’s white mist.

Under Comoros’ guidance, the gathered villagers began to follow Negary’s orders and formed a new hunting party. Their main mission was no longer to hunt for food, but rather to find crows or crow’s eggs and bring them back to the village.

While Comoros was observing the group of obedient people, he felt an unprecedented feeling of satisfaction, then noticed a middle-aged man with a complicated expression standing not too far away from him.

As the middle-aged man noticed Comoros looking at him, he turned to leave. As he had a limp in one of his legs, he couldn’t move very quickly.

Comoros’ lips twitched, losing over half of the satisfaction he was feeling before and hurriedly chased after the limp middle-aged man.

“Dad, why did you also come?” Comoros maintained his calm and asked.

“I am not your father. My son has already died with the old hunting party” the limp man angrily spoke while continuing to walk forward.

Comoros stopped as his expression turned sour: “I’m doing this for the village, why are you disowning me?”

“My son is a hero who hunts for the village, not a coward who came back to slander his companions” the limp man replied: “You’ve already forgotten, it was Jacob who helped you join the hunting party, it was Dax who taught and helped you from scratch. But you pushed Jacob to his death and you slandered Dax’s name. My son is not a person like that!”

“And that’s why you think that I was wrong!?” Comoros suppressed his anger and refuted: “Everything I did, I did for this village, for our family. Otherwise, why did you think I joined the hunting party!?”

“If not for my unborn little sibling, would I have joined the hunting party? If not to prevent the plague from befalling our village, would I push Jacob to his death?” Comoros viciously spoke.

The middle-aged man stopped, said nothing, then continued to limp back home, but his back seemed to hunch a lot more than it used to.

Comoros swallowed his anger and decided to not return home. But if he had, he would notice that the two messengers that he cared for were currently perched on top of his house, while Wang Yuan was already hovering inside his house, looking over the pregnant middle-aged woman, recalling some of the basic information that he absorbed from Dax’s and Jacob’s memories about Comoros.

Comoros’ father used to be a member of the village guard, but during a struggle with the Kent tribe, he took an arrow to the knee and couldn’t help but resign. Yet a few months ago, Comoros’ mother once again became pregnant.

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To not abandon this child meant that their not-to-wealthy family needed another source of income, so Comoros was entrusted by his father into the hunting party.

Using his interference force, Wang Yuan put a certain amount of bacteria from the crows into Comoros’ mother’s body through her breathing. After confirming that she had indeed been infected, Wang Yuan ordered the crows to fly away.

After he controlled the rate of growth of these bacteria, Wang Yuan continued to hover towards the next house, as there were quite a few more people that needed to be infected, and he would need to carefully culture them during the next period of time. Also, there was one more problem.

According to the absorbed memories, it would soon be winter. And so, for the sake of goods, the natural-born bandits of the Kent tribe would soon pay them an unwelcome visit.

The Kent tribe sounds like perfect specimens to experiment on as well.