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Xia Hong gave Xia Chuan a look and quietly slipped him a Hand Axe.

Then he stepped to the front and spoke to the two Xia Dings.

"Father, we brothers can't tell which is real and which is fake. Could the two of us stand on either side and get a closer look before making our choice?"

"Fine, come on!"

The two Xia Dings answered in unison, both clearly brimming with confidence.

Xia Hong took a deep breath and patted his younger brother Xia Chuan, signaling him to go left, while he himself approached the Xia Ding on the right.

The two brothers moved at nearly the same pace, arriving before the two Xia Dings almost simultaneously.

Xia Hong widened his eyes and scrutinized the Xia Ding on the right, the one who had returned later, from head to toe. As if he had not gotten a good enough look, he even circled behind him to inspect him.

Xia Ding's face was full of sincerity, his expression utterly confident. He let Xia Hong walk behind him without resistance and even straightened himself slightly, allowing him to see more clearly.

Yet the instant Xia Hong stood behind him, his eyes were suddenly dyed blood-red, and his expression twisted into something savage.

"Attack!"

The thunderous shout startled everyone into a daze.

Xia Hong and Xia Chuan both raised their Hand Axes at once and brought them down viciously upon the "Xia Dings" before them.

Bang...

The Hand Axes struck their heads. By all rights, brains should have burst forth, making for a horrifyingly bloody sight.

But in reality, Xia Chuan's Hand Axe had not even reached Xia Ding's head before it was caught barehanded.

Xia Hong was stronger than him, after all, and his Hand Axe landed squarely on Xia Ding's head.

It split the head cleanly in two.

Yet the terrifying part was that no yellow-white matter spilled from Xia Ding's skull. Instead, it looked like a piece of wood cleaved down the middle, the two halves split apart yet still connected to the neck.

Even more horrifying, despite having his head split open, "Xia Ding's" eyes still moved. He studied Xia Hong before him with great interest, and a smile even spread across his face.

But no matter how one looked at it, that smile was chilling.

"Chuan, fall back!"

Xia Hong did not even have time to pull out his Stone Axe. He shouted at Xia Chuan and retreated sharply toward the camp crowd.

Hearing him, Xia Chuan hurriedly withdrew as well. He abandoned the Stone Axe outright and fell back.

Everyone in the camp had already been frightened senseless by the brothers' actions. Now, seeing "Xia Ding" like this, how could they fail to understand?

The Xia Ding on the right, the one who had returned later, was definitely fake.

What about the one on the left?

Why had Xia Chuan ambushed him? Was he fake too?

As everyone stood in shocked uncertainty, the Xia Ding on the left moved.

He walked up to the Xia Ding on the right, reached his hand into the split between the cleaved head, and gently stroked it twice. Then he pressed both sides with his hands and pushed them together.

The split head miraculously fused back together.

Not only that, but that "Xia Ding" even twisted his neck, then turned to stare at Xia Hong standing at the front of the camp crowd and gave a sinister smile.

This bizarre scene made every person in the camp feel their skin crawl.

The Xia Ding on the left stepped forward and spoke to Xia Hong.

"Interesting, interesting. My two creations look exactly like your father. I don't believe I revealed any flaws, either. How did you two figure it out?"

His voice sounded like wood shavings rubbing together—hoarse, grating, and strange.

"Assuming one of you was real and the other fake, the fake one definitely wouldn't know so much about us or Father. But both of you knew everything, so..."

Xia Hong stopped there, his expression darkening.

Xia Ding could not possibly have told others everything.

For this monster to know so much about the camp and Xia Ding, there was only one possibility.

"Hehehe, pretty clever. Before that Xia Ding died, he was still running in the direction opposite your camp, trying to lure me away. Looks like he cared a great deal about you people!"

"I'll kill you!"

Upon hearing from the monster that his father Xia Ding was dead, Xia Chuan instantly lost control and charged at it barehanded.

Xia Hong reacted quickly and immediately stopped him.

"Calm down!"

If Xia Hong said he was not hurting inside at all, that would be a lie.

But there was simply no time to grieve now.

The two "Xia Dings" had already closed in. The twenty-four Lumber Team members followed behind them with expressionless faces, clearly intending to attack.

"Everyone, fight with everything you've got if you want a way to live!"

Xia Hong did not hesitate. With an angry roar, he charged forward.

Though he said that, Xia Hong had no confidence in his heart.

Twenty-six opponents with Lumberjack Level combat strength—against the camp's two hundred-odd people, even fighting to the death offered little hope.

Not to mention the monster that could transform into Xia Ding. He knew nothing about it.

It certainly had more abilities than mere transformation.

Could it be that after only a month in this world, he was about to die?

The answer had already appeared.

The camp's people truly did charge after him like mountains roaring and seas crashing.

But the two "Xia Dings" were nearly one punch, one person.

In only a short while, they had killed at least twenty people.

Blood splattered, and screams rose everywhere.

Before long, the entire cave reeked of thick blood.

Bang...

Xia Hong was kicked flying and slammed hard into the cave wall, blood gushing from his mouth.

Watching the bloody slaughter within the cave, a deep despair rose in his heart.

In the month since crossing over, he had considered himself tireless in study and training, always thinking of how to improve his strength.

Because whether it was his father Xia Ding or the Lumber Team members before this, they had constantly reminded him that the world outside was dangerous.

But as his strength steadily grew and he lived peacefully in the cave, he had gradually begun to feel that this was merely a somewhat colder otherworld.

Only at this moment did he truly realize:

The danger of this world far exceeded anything he had imagined.

The effort he had thought so much of was not worth mentioning before a monster.

"Brother... save... me..."

Xia Chuan's hoarse, low sob reached his ears.

Xia Hong turned his head, and his eyes split with fury as towering rage surged through his heart.

That "Xia Ding," his face twisted in a cruel grin, was gripping Xia Chuan's neck tightly and pinning him against the wall.

Perhaps seized by a playful whim, it had deliberately held back some strength. It did not snap Xia Chuan's neck at once, but only slowly increased its grip, making Xia Chuan grow ever more suffocated and anguished.

In the month since arriving in this world, Xia Ding was often away and returned only at night. Even when he did return, he rarely spoke much with Xia Hong.

So Xia Hong's feelings for Xia Ding were not especially deep.

Instead, he cared far more about his younger brother Xia Chuan, with whom he spent every day.

The monster's hand tightened further. Xia Chuan's throat was continually crushed, blood gradually seeping from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose as his expression became increasingly contorted.

At this moment, Xia Hong no longer feared death. There was only hatred for his own helplessness and an intense yearning for power.

If only I were stronger. If only I were just a little stronger...

The slaughter in the cave continued, and fifty or sixty corpses already lay strewn across the ground.

Many people had gone madly fleeing toward the cave entrance, but whether in speed or strength, they were vastly inferior to their enemies. More often than not, they were killed before they even reached the exit.

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Just then, a voice sounded in his mind.

Xia Hong felt that across both his lives, he had never heard a more beautiful sound.