Half a month later, eastern Hell Island, the lava fields.
A fiery red lizard crawled out from beneath a charred tree trunk, shaking its head as it tried to leave. But then, a large hand reached out from behind it and seized it with lightning speed. The owner of the hand extended a thumb and pressed it against the lizard's neck!
Crack!
Without bothering to prepare it, he tossed it straight into his mouth, crunching and swallowing the blood... In this lava region, every drop of moisture was precious!
"This is the lava region. Everyone, be careful... There may not be any particularly strong monsters, but volcanic disasters are even more terrifying than monsters!"
The man was Quinn Dorte. Compared to half a month ago, he now had a touch more wildness about him.
The clothes on his body had long since been gathered up for processing, used as bandages and woven materials. Cloth was an extremely important resource here. Although it was far more comfortable than the foul-smelling pelts he still wore, as the leader, he could not simply pursue comfort. His ultimate goal was to lead everyone to survival.
Dorte had never imagined that one day, he would accept a life without bathing for half a month, swallowing lizards whole, and eating raw meat and drinking blood. As the eldest son of the Quinn Family, he had been pampered since childhood and had never suffered hardship. Yet in just half a month, he had grown used to it.
Hell Island had taught him the rules of survival here.
If you did not want to die, then obey them...
At Dorte's command, his companions silently nodded and began carrying out their respective tasks, searching for a clean cave and preparing dinner.
It was not that they had no interest