The Armored Nightmare Appears
On the African Continent, humans were the most numerous and cheapest source of meat. An ordinary, healthy Black man wasn't even worth as much as a cow; only a pretty girl was worth one. It wasn't strange at all that monsters like the Armored Nightmare chose to feed on humans.
Humans were social animals who liked to live in groups; gathering together was instinctive. What's more, given their physical abilities, they couldn't fight or outrun a colossal beast like the Armored Nightmare. These monsters only had to find a village, and they could eat their fill with ease, regardless of age or sex. They had no dietary preferences: it was all meat. They didn't even spit out the bones, leaving behind only heaps of dung and urine, along with terrifying legends.
Now such an enormous crowd had gathered—more people than seventeen or eighteen villages combined. Black people had an extremely strong body odor, like some kind of mutated armpit stench: sharp and overpowering. Even if they bathed every day and used up a bar of soap, it still wouldn't wash away.
White people came next. At least they could use perfume to mask it a little. Asians had the mildest body odor, but in this stifling, humid heat, even sitting still and doing nothing left you drenched in sweat. Once you started moving, there was no way the smell could stay faint. It could carry for twenty-five or thirty miles. To wild animals with keen senses of smell, it was like a beacon in the dark. Oh, shit! They're coming right toward us. We're meat on the menu! Run far away— as far as possible!
So in densely populated places, wild animals rarely appeared. Even their keen sense of smell couldn't withstand such a stench. It