Leaving the Mountain Forest

The whole world had fallen into Dead Silence because of him. Vegetation withered, all living things perished. Only when every living creature in that world had died and become his servants did he leave that world.

Before leaving, he sowed the seeds of life anew. Once the fruit ripened, he would return to harvest again. But the one coming to reap the harvest then would not be him, but his Undead Servants.

Of course, that world was not his original world. It was merely somewhat similar.

After skinning the two pelts, stretching them over wooden frames, and tanning them, he began setting more traps around his dwelling, all of them highly lethal.

He still needed to remain here for some time to finish processing the two pelts. Although one of them had several tears that greatly reduced its value, these were pelts from Monsters—exceptionally tough. Even though their owners had been dead for quite a while, the pelts still looked bright and smooth.

These things were definitely worth a fortune. Although his father had left him some savings, it was only barely enough to register his household. The little money left over was not even enough to pay the fee to enter a martial arts school.

Not to mention that learning martial arts required large amounts of meat and even nourishing medicinal ingredients for support. The money required was by no means a small sum.

These two pelts were his capital for learning martial arts.

As for Chubby Girl, by the time he returned, the little fellow was already hugging another thick bamboo shoot and gnawing on it. Its eyes were fixed on the smoked meat hanging from the rafters, as if it imagined the bamboo shoot in its paws was smoked meat. Drool streamed endlessly from the corners of