Shock

The jungle was fraught with danger everywhere. A thorn, a poisonous blade of grass, an inconspicuous insect, a pit beneath rotting leaves, or a sudden savage beast—any one of them could steal a fresh, living life when least expected.

As he made his way through the jungle, Bai Yang had been as cautious as he could possibly be, yet mishaps still came one after another. Giant spiders suddenly appeared on his shoulders, pits opened beneath his feet, savage beasts sprang out without warning—in just two short hours, he had encountered dozens of such incidents!

Every step was a heart-stopping ordeal.

"Lord Bei is nothing but shit. If he came here, he'd get flattened in minutes..."

He complained as he walked. Whenever danger arose, Bai Yang would immediately flee back to the "other side." Animals were manageable; if he waited a while, they would leave. What depressed him most were underground pits. Every time he traveled between the two worlds and returned, he would reappear where he had left before. He had suffered enough from pits suddenly appearing beneath his feet—several times, he had nearly been unable to crawl back up.

Following the faint tracks through the jungle, Bai Yang walked for more than four hours without seeing the forest's edge. It was already dark on Earth, forcing him to stop, while it was only noon on this side!

He returned to reality, packed away his things, ate and slept. Just like that, another day passed, leaving him utterly exhausted...

The next day, after his parents had gone to work, Bai Yang ate the breakfast Mom had made with "all-natural wild boar meat." Full of vigor, he changed into his wilderness survival gear and once again set out to seek civilization in the other world.

What frustrated him was that when he went over, it was nighttime there. Though the moon shone bright and the stars were sparse, the jungle in the darkness was more than ten times as dangerous, and he had no choice but to give up.

Besides confirming once more that the length of a "day" differed between the two worlds, he also witnessed the wondrous night of that world.

There were three moons in the sky—one large and two small. The large one was as big as a cartwheel, while the two smaller ones were about the size of bowls. The two smaller moons revolved around the larger one. They were not fast, but they truly were revolving around it.

Bai Yang spent an entire day in the real world repeatedly observing the changes in the moons over there. In roughly ten hours, the two smaller moons would complete one orbit around the larger moon.

Tch, wasn't it just a planet with two satellites? No big deal. Though the larger one was icy white, while one of the smaller ones was dark red and the other ice blue...

After two days of comparative observation, Bai Yang came to a rough and rather unreliable conclusion: a day in the other world lasted at least forty hours. As for exactly how long, he had no idea.

When another day dawned over there, it had just turned dark in reality. After dinner, he wrestled with himself for a while before finally unable to resist. He shut his bedroom door, changed into his gear, and went over to continue exploring.

Bai Yang was immersed in the joy of his exploration. The buddies and friends he knew would occasionally mention him when they could not reach him, but nothing ever came of it. This world would not stop turning just because someone was gone.

He continued stumbling through the jungle for several hours, yet getting out of it remained a distant prospect. If not for his conviction to explore a brand-new world, he would have given up long ago.

Ever seen a spider with twelve legs? Bai Yang had. Ever seen a butterfly with feathers? Bai Yang had. Ever seen flowers that looked like ghost faces? Bai Yang had...

He even had photos and short videos of those things on his phone, but he had deleted them all. If they leaked out, he probably would never know peace on Earth again.

He had also seen all sorts of strange fruits in the jungle, but he had not dared pick any to taste. What if they poisoned him to death? Who would be accountable then? With safety first as his principle, he absolutely would not take risks before figuring things out.

If Bai Yang had been a botanist or biologist, even a small patch of the jungle would have been enough to keep him studying for years. But what he wanted was to find humans in this world first and understand the situation. Those things were not going anywhere; there would be time to study them later. For now, a passing glance was enough.

"Twenty-eight degrees. Who knows what season it is over here? It's so damp and muggy this isn't a place for humans," Bai Yang muttered as he carefully rested with his back against a huge tree.

He was just a country bumpkin. The tree behind him, which would take at least two people with outstretched arms to encircle, was the so-called red sandalwood, and the inconspicuous plant by his feet was the legendary wild ginseng...!

Unfortunately, he did not recognize them. Could anyone blame him? Of all the things people had heard about countless times, how many truly understood them? Plenty of city dwellers did not even know where the rice they ate every day came from. Some even thought rice grew on trees.

"Roar..."

"Bang..."

A roar and a dull thud came from several dozen meters to Bai Yang's left, startling him so badly that his whole body jolted. He instantly fled back to his bedroom.

"Why the hell did I run? It sounded pretty far away. I could've seen what it was before running. Why am I becoming more useless the longer I live?!"

After scolding himself, Bai Yang grabbed an Electric Rod in one hand and a sharp entrenching shovel in the other. He returned to the jungle, leaned against the tree, and carefully listened to the commotion in the distance.

Aside from the continuous roars, strange chattering sounds also drifted over from that direction.

"Something's going on!"

When he saw the leaves in the direction of the sounds shaking constantly, Bai Yang snapped to attention. Especially those chattering voices—he could not understand what they were saying, but he was certain they were human speech.

He had not found anyone by leaving the jungle, yet they had come to him instead. Bai Yang did not know whether that counted as good luck.

He cautiously approached. After walking more than ten meters, he pushed aside a branch, widened his eyes, and looked toward the source of the unceasing noise.

With just one glance, Bai Yang's eyes went wide. His mouth fell open as he nearly cried out, but he clamped it shut with a hand.

Thirty to forty meters ahead, there was an open space several dozen square meters wide between a few large trees. A gigantic wild boar, two meters tall and built like a mountain of flesh, was charging wildly about. Its tusks were nearly as large as the elephant tusks he had seen on TV. When it ran, it was like a tank. It rammed a tree that even two people could not encircle until it shook violently, and its tusks tore open the old bark.

Yet that was not what shocked Bai Yang most. What shocked him was that someone was actually riding on the wild boar's back, clamping the boar's body with his legs while using both hands to tear up a chunk of hide from its back and grip it tightly!

How terrifyingly strong did one have to be to do that? Bai Yang did not dare imagine it.

There were two more people nearby. One crouched on the trunk of a tree ten meters above the ground, a great bow drawn in his hands and an arrow ready to fly. He was as motionless as a stone sculpture; only the arm holding the drawn bow and his gaze moved continuously with the boar. The other stood on the ground, gripping a black staff as thick as Bai Yang's arm. His body was slightly lowered like a cheetah's, his eyes fixed on the rampaging boar like those of a beast.

Were those even humans? Bai Yang's eyes nearly popped out at the sight of the three men. Even the one with the thinnest arms had arms thicker than Bai Yang's thighs. None of them looked shorter than one-eighty, and their necks were packed with dark muscles like steel plates. They were practically monsters—if they were any bigger, they could rival the Hulk!

"Someone like me would be no different from a little chick in front of them, right?"

He muttered in terror. Out of the instinct drilled into him by urban life, he tremblingly pulled out his phone and began recording...

Three men dared to engage in close combat with a wild boar no different from a tank. Bai Yang's entire worldview collapsed. Any one of those three men, if sent to Earth, could probably kill one of those so-called Zhongnanhai bodyguards in seconds in hand-to-hand combat!

"They're dressed in crude animal hides, and their only ranged weapons are bows and arrows. Could this world still be in a barbaric age?"

While watching and filming the thrilling hunt, Bai Yang still had enough attention to wildly speculate.

A minute later, something happened that left Bai Yang stunned.

The burly man riding the boar's back exerted force with both hands, his muscles seeming ready to explode. He roared in strange syllables and forcibly wrenched the wildly charging boar off course, sending it barreling toward the burly man holding the black staff.

Bai Yang swore that he truly saw a blade-like chill flash in the eyes of the man with the staff. Though it was not aimed at him, it still nearly stopped his heart.

Facing the charging boar, the man who had been waiting in readiness tensed every muscle. He swung the staff in a full arc and slashed it horizontally, making the air hum with a tremendous roar.

Bang!

The club struck the wild boar squarely on the forehead, and he took a step, flashing to the side.

The wild boar kept charging forward and rammed headfirst into a tree, its body visibly swaying.

Just then, a shrill whistle cut through the air. With a wet pfft, a pitch-black arrow buried itself in the wild boar's eye socket!

Boom...!

The wild boar crashed to the ground, making the earth tremble.

"Are those humanoid creatures really human? Aren't they monsters in disguise?"

Bai Yang was nearly scared stiff. Those guys were too terrifying. If that wild boar had been on Earth, even with guns, it would have taken a while to kill once it went berserk—yet those three burly men, monstrous as beasts, had taken it down with one club strike and one arrow!

"!@#￥%...&*(...&"

A strange voice sounded behind Bai Yang, only a few meters away.

"Mom..."

Bai Yang nearly had his soul scared out of him. He stiffly turned his head and saw that, at some unknown point, the burly man holding the bow had appeared behind him. That terrifying bow that had shot the wild boar was aimed straight at him, a cold black arrow seeming to glint with icy light...

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