Although over these past three years, Shen Changchuan had basically remained in a dazed, muddled state, he did not share much affection with this body's parents.
But no matter what, the debt of gratitude for raising him over these three years undeniably existed!
Shen Changchuan also had a duty to avenge them.
What was more, following the original course of events, with the many skills this body's parents had painstakingly instilled in him, growing up to become the village head or stockade lord would not have been a problem.
In that case, even if he could not grow up in a wealthy household, he would at least have enjoyed a stable childhood.
Once he came of age and possessed a certain degree of ability, he could begin making plans for the supernatural powers of this world and search for information on ascending beyond it.
But now, everything had been destroyed!
The entire village had been systematically massacred by the army, who had not forgotten to burn down every house afterward.
Their professionalism made it abundantly clear—they had come to wipe out the village and destroy the stockade!
Thus, the shelter that had originally hung over Shen Changchuan's head was utterly torn apart, and the "broad road" that should have led to a safe upbringing was directly severed!
Forcing Shen Changchuan, in the body of a three-year-old child, to face the hardships of surviving alone from now on!
Had he not prepared in advance before coming here, mastering fishing, hunting, and other survival skills to perfection, solitary survival would have been nothing but a dead end for a child who had not yet grown up.
What was more, during yesterday's massacre, if he had not awakened at the critical moment and once again used the soul secret technique of the Primal