The dense jungle was hot and humid.
Ron lay prone on the ground, letting mosquitoes crawl and buzz all over him. Using the ferns as cover, he inched forward bit by bit. Not far ahead, beside a stream valley, a gorilla that had eaten and drunk its fill was basking in the sun, occasionally rolling over and crushing any beasts that tried to sneak up on it.
This was a truly "big" gorilla!
One finger alone was longer than Ron was tall!
If it squatted motionlessly on the ground, it looked no different from a furry hillside!
As he ventured deeper into the heart of the jungle, Ron knew he was getting closer and closer to the island's core region. The tiger he had killed for meat ambushing him had not been an accident. It was because the tiger was only strong enough to live on the jungle's outskirts, while Ron had trespassed into its territory.
In this jungle, every stretch of distance brought a leap in the animals' strength!
At first, he could easily kill tigers. Later, even hunting a wild boar took considerable effort. Ron could clearly feel the difference. So, he decided to stop here for the time being and hunt the powerful beasts in this area one by one, using them to temper himself.
After all, he was still a long way from the mountain he had seen when he first landed!
The thousand-meter white serpent that ruled that place was unquestionably terrifyingly powerful!
The huge creature before him was the strongest beast king in this region. It monopolized this stream valley and shared it with no other creature. As long as there was fresh water here, beasts seeking survival would come from every direction in an endless stream, only to be killed and eaten by