Chapter 1 The End

It took Fang Senyan quite a while to hunt that crow. Fortunately, the cost in this outer area had dropped to 1,000 points per hour. Honestly, even that price wasn't cheap at all. However, after experiencing the 10,000 points per hour baptism inside, he felt that this price was quite merciful, even a bargain.

After completing this milestone, he received the title of Scavenger. When equipped, it gave a chance to deal an additional 10-20 points of true damage when attacking all mutated creatures (including demonized creatures, vampires, etc.). This title was obviously very useful for gunners with super fast attack speeds, but it was rather useless for Fang Senyan. And it seemed that advancing it was a long way off.

Hunting the mutated crow delayed Fang Senyan for nearly two more hours, but he had originally been deliberately waiting for dusk, so it didn't matter that he wasted some time.

Here in the primitive jungle, once the sun dipped below the horizon, night fell extremely quickly, without any hesitation. Therefore, Fang Senyan was not idle during the ensuing wait. He not only cleared an open space at least the size of a basketball court in the jungle, but also piled the felled trees in one place. If he wasn't a Contractor, there was no way he could have completed this physical labor in such a short time.

Seeing dusk approaching and fire clouds appearing in the sky, Fang Senyan gathered some dry branches and leaves and lit the huge pile of firewood. Before long, the raging flames soared dozens of meters high, churning and roaring, with scorching heat.

Because most of the wood used as firewood was fresh, the fire produced very thick black smoke, which billowed straight up into the sky between the red clouds. The wind was also weak, so the smoke column did not dissipate even after rising into the air. It was estimated that it could be seen clearly even hundreds of miles away.

Fang Senyan sat down beside the fire, closing his eyes and nose, seemingly waiting quietly for something, letting time pass.

“It's really exciting. The disguise of that period of history will soon be torn apart before my eyes…”

………,………,………

The sky gradually darkened. In the primitive jungle, thick darkness enveloped the surroundings. In places not illuminated by the fire, hungry beasts seemed to be quietly watching something.

The fire continued to rage. The high temperature had dried out the wood at the bottom. At this time, the flames emitted a “crackling” sound as the wood's texture turned yellow and charred, and finally burned. Large swarms of moths and insects were attracted to the fire and flew in one after another. The chirping of insects rose and fell all around, showing a vibrant life force.

From the grass in the distance, a clear sound suddenly came. It was the sound of a person parting the grass and approaching. Fang Senyan turned his head and looked into the darkness. After a few minutes, an old face with wrinkles like crisscrossing ravines appeared before Fang Senyan's eyes.

This person was the chief of Kumu Port, old Aram.

His face was still painted with oil paint, he wore a colorful headdress, and he still held the strange snake staff in his hand. Everything looked no different from the first time he saw him.

But old Aram's face, reflected in the dim glow of the embers, actually gave the illusion of mirroring the raging flames, adding a kind of majesty he had never possessed before.

Fang Senyan stood quietly in front of him, like a powerful stone statue, with an outline as clear as if carved with an axe.

“How did you know this method of contacting me?? Where's Mbenga?” Old Aram looked around suspiciously and said in a hoarse voice.

Fang Senyan looked at the old man and said lightly, “He's dead. That thorn in your side will never appear before you again.”

In an instant, Fang Senyan suddenly felt a strong wind hit his face! In this extremely hot tropical jungle, the air flowed so rapidly that it gave Fang Senyan the illusion of being unable to breathe! The leaves were clearly not moving, so where did the wind come from?

Fang Senyan quickly realized that it wasn't the air that was moving, but himself! And the feeling of suffocation was completely real… The hunched old man's eyes flashed with the flames of anger. He instantly pounced in front of him, grabbed his neck, lifted him up with one hand, and slammed him heavily against a hard, cold tree!

The force of the pressure between the two was so great that even the huge trunk behind them was sending back bursts of slight tremors, and Fang Senyan could clearly feel the suffocating sensation on his neck!!

Old Aram's hand was shaking violently. It was unclear whether it was because of Mbenga's death or Fang Senyan's words that he was so agitated. Even though his life was in his hands, Fang Senyan didn't care and said, “I know you're very strong. If you didn't have some tricks up your sleeve, how could you have escaped from that nightmarish place? Do you think I'm wrong? In your heart, Mbenga had already died and his bones had turned to dust years ago! In your heart, you have always regarded that person, the heir to the *tail snake tribe, as a nightmare! You don't want to see his face, because it will evoke the most painful memories buried deep in your heart!"

"So you snub him, you reject him, you marginalize him in the tribe, but only after he leaves the tribe, after he leaves your sight for a long time, will you know that the fates of you two have long been deeply connected!!" "Ahhhhh!!!" Old Aram's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he suddenly threw Fang Senyan out. Fang Senyan, who was over 1.8 meters tall and weighed 86 kilograms, flew out more than ten meters like a small stone, rolled several times in a row, and took a long time to get up, panting painfully. Fang Senyan, whose Strength reached 49 points, didn't even have the power to fight back under this old Aram!!

But Old Aram's gaffe fell into Fang Senyan's eyes, but it made him reveal a sneer: "I calculated that in this era, food is scarce, infectious diseases are rampant, and those ferocious beasts are watching covetously, so the average life expectancy of you Africans will not be too long, at most forty years old. Even if your father is the chief, he may have certain privileges to live longer, and only get an incurable disease at fifty years old, then your real age should be between twenty-five and thirty-five years old, but now you look older than your father before he died! Bearing such pain and burden in your heart, aging so quickly, it must not be easy." After listening to Fang Senyan's words, Old Aram suddenly calmed down. He looked at the huge bonfire, looked at the jumping flames, and then said hoarsely after a while, "Tell me, how did he die?"

Fang Senyan answered a different question: "He has something he wants me to bring to you, but before that, I have a question in my heart." Old Aram said in a hoarse voice, "Speak."

Fang Senyan looked at him very seriously and said, "Although your strength is very strong, you can't possibly be a match for the warriors of the inner layer Ouroboros tribe or the Sun tribe, so what reason did you have to be confident that you could get the Sun Stairway and retreat safely when you set off at that time? Don't tell me it was a gamble. If it was a gamble, then you should have gone alone, and definitely not bet on the lives of the entire tribe. The purpose of you bringing more than a hundred people was definitely not to rely on their martial power!"

Old Aram closed his eyes, and his voice seemed to be sighing, "I never thought that someone who wants to understand the truth of that year would be an outsider… Well, I'll tell you. It wasn't me who voluntarily entered the place where those damned traitors lived to find medicine, but my father… the old chief forced me to bring enough people in. If we didn't go, then we would have to die with him!" "In fact, we were also Dubaians a long, long time ago, but the physical and spiritual qualities of our ancestors were not good enough, so we were exiled from there. Therefore, in some tribes with more complete and ancient traditions, they know some secrets of the Dubaian Great Marsh. For example, the formulation and ratio of the ointment you smear on your body that can hide your tracks, and some unknown roads, and even something that even the high priests in the core area of the Dubaian Great Marsh have lost!"

"So that's how it is." Fang Senyan's heart was shocked. If that was the case, many things could be explained.

"Then what was the purpose of you bringing more than a hundred people in?" Old Aram suddenly said in a strange rhythm, half singing and half chanting: "Before reaching the sacred Flame Square, you must pass the test of the Sun God. Before accepting the test of the Sun God, you must also pass through the ancient and dangerous ruins! The use of the people I brought was to use them to explore the way and pass through that terrible maze of ruins."

"Then Mbenga?" Fang Senyan hesitated and said, "Was he also a cannon fodder to be sacrificed?" Aram slowly shook his head: "Although our ancestors did not expel those who were not able to bear God's grace, there are still occasionally phenomena of descendants who are particularly excellent, such as me, such as Mbenga, such as Kuliya…" Fang Senyan noticed that when Old Aram said the three words "Kuliya", his voice softened and became gentle, obviously there was probably something going on, so he couldn't help but fall into memories, so he didn't urge him, but interjected, "Your phenomenon is called intergenerational inheritance or reversion in our country. Although it is not common, it is not uncommon… In that case, could it be that you, Mbenga, and Kuliya are actually descendants of the previously exiled Ouroboros tribe?"!.