The unconscious body drifted for no one knew how long.
Over countless stretches of time, no one knew how many raindrops struck his body.
The essence of the sun and moon and the energy of heaven and earth continuously healed the broken body. No one knew how much time passed before new flesh and blood appeared on that ruined form.
At last, he had truly gone from 0 to 1.
Along the way, it was not as though no blind Soul Beasts came to harass him. They all simply died. Some were beaten to ash, while others were left with incomplete corpses.
Some had even left flesh and blood scattered everywhere.
Under such circumstances, even low-level Soul Beasts did not dare come bite him.
Otherwise, they died.
Unless they were truly mindless lunatics.
For example...
"Awooo~!"
With a miserable howl that sounded like both lion and hound, The unconscious body followed instinct, casually grabbed up a huge canine Soul Beast, and crushed its skull with one hand.
All that remained was a headless body with a mangled, bloody neck, casually flung to the ground.
The grass was a bloody mess, even littered with skull fragments and brain matter of various colors.
Within this area, hundred-meter-tall ancient trees had been cut cleanly in two.
The stench of blood spread outward. In a primeval forest, it should have acted like bait, drawing countless Soul Beasts over, yet at this moment, not a single Soul Beast dared come.
Because that commotion could be heard throughout the entire primeval forest.
They understood even more clearly what that heaven-shaking boom meant: another lunatic had fallen.
Only someone whose head was unclear would go attack that person.
In this ancient era, language had yet to appear. Most Soul Beasts communicated through their own mental fluctuations,