Chapter: 671

There could be more dangers, filled with stronger enemies ahead.

At the same time, there was no food in the blood-vine bear’s territory, as it had used its blood scent skill to pick its land clean of any flesh or blood.

“Well, I’ll just make a decision when I get to the edge of the vine-bears territory. I can just send the skeletons out of the territory to hunt anyway, and if they die I’ll know it’s not safe.” he nodded.

It was a simple solution, though based in inexperience. Apart from the time he travelled to slay leech queen Rosa, he had never done much survival in the wild.

Back then, he had packed enough food to travel and never did any hunting himself.

Thankfully, his skeletons were proficient and murderous machines. All along the way he had left a trail of death, the local wildlife decimated by the merciless undead.

Typically, survival in the elements was hard, and could be just as dangerous as the monsters he fought, however, Jay had his skeletons to do every single thing for him – hunting, gathering, and with minds, he believed he could even teach them to butcher.

So Jay both underestimated how hard it would be to survive in the wild, and seemingly, would never come to realize this fact thanks to his tireless helpers.

With his mind made up, he sunk back into his chair again, trying to relax, if only for a moment.

“Ah, this damn itch…” he grimaced as he went to scratch it more.


Jay just wanted to relax his eyes, if only for a moment. After spending a few hours at the stream his energy had recovered, but mentally he felt quite drained. The stress had built up, and not knowing what lied ahead only added to it.

He had only fled from Losla for a little under two days, but to him, it felt like it was never going to end.

Now there was an itch on his arm, a nagging feeling holding him back from truly relaxing, stopping himself from feeling at ease. It would have been akin to sleeping in a bed filled with sand – an impossible task.

“Dammit. Fuck. This fucking itch!” He thought, scratching his arm.

Finally, he took off his molodus coat, ready to give his arm the scratch of its life, however…

“What the fuck?” His eyes widened, staring at his arm.

On his arm was a large sore, a bubble of flesh which had some green lifeforms in it, each of them looked like pieces of grass, about as long as his fingers.

Gazing at it closely, he prodded it.

This only made him panic further as the little green slithers inside began swimming around, responding to the light poking.

“Oh fuck, oh shit oh fuck,” he quickly pulled out his sword and was about to pierce the bubble of fluid filled flesh, but at this very moment he was forced to stop.

As if responding to the threat, the little green things turned towards his flesh and attempted to burrow into it, causing great pain and trembling in the rest of Jays arm which quickly spread to his body.

Gritting his teeth, he lowered his sword.

“They sensed me? Maybe I could just cut my arm off?” he thought, “besides, I’ve healed from more threatening injuries.”

Somehow though, the thought of carrying out the task brought even more pain with it, another wave of pain travelling across his body.