Windsor's father, Wilson

Just as Windsor was about to ask something else, Benny and Eric emerged, each dragging a corpse. Eric said to Lucas, "We don't know what you want these bodies for, but these were the only two reasonably fresh ones we could find."

Lucas explained to them, "I want to study the structure of the human body so we can understand our bodies better. That will make it easier to break through and become a High-Level Warrior!"

After hearing this, Eric looked at Lucas. Then he said seriously, "Lucas, I know you're more talented than I am. You're stronger than me now, too. But if I ever find out you've harmed anyone in the tribe, I'll risk my life to kill you."

Lucas stood up and assured Eric, "Don't worry. I swear I'll never do anything to harm the Stans Tribe."

Seeing the atmosphere between them turn chilly, Windsor tried to smooth things over. "All right, it still isn't safe here. Let's leave first!"

Lucas and Windsor both nodded as well. Windsor supported Lucas, whose injuries were clearly severe, while the other two carried the corpses Lucas needed on their backs. They were about to set off when they saw a figure rushing toward them from far away.

Before long, the figure leaped down in front of the four of them. Lucas recognized him as the quiet Sixth-Rank Warrior from their tribe. Seeing the anger on his face, Lucas was about to ask Windsor to help him forward so he could explain.

The Sixth-Rank Warrior gave a cold snort and demanded, "Why did you run off out here?"

Lucas had barely gotten the word "We" out when Windsor, hiding behind him, said timidly, "Father, I was the one who wanted to come out here."

Lucas turned to stare at Windsor in disbelief. He had bad-mouthed her father right in front of her, calling him a scoundrel hiding behind a refined exterior. Damn, it never even occurred to me that Windsor was his daughter.

Windsor's father, Wilson, saw his own sweet, gentle eleven-year-old daughter supporting this boy he disliked, her face still full of tenderness and concern even in front of her own father. He immediately found Lucas even more irritating!

Lucas could clearly sense the Sixth-Rank Warrior's hostility toward him, and now it was even more obvious.

Just then, his own father Abuda's rough voice rang out from far away, shouting, "Wilson, what's going on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he too leaped down in front of them. At that moment, Lucas chose to play it safe.

Windsor's father, Wilson, asked, "Why did you come here?"

Seeing his companions huddling timidly like quails, Lucas could only steel himself and explain, "I need some bodies to dissect so I can understand human anatomy. That will help me break through to a higher warrior rank!"

Wilson snapped, "Utter nonsense! You actually want to dissect human corpses!"

Abuda walked over and stood in front of his son. Then he said, "Enough. I'll discipline my own son. As long as he doesn't harm the tribe, he can do whatever he wants."

Wilson looked at Abuda, who was a Sixth-Rank Warrior just like him, and said nothing more. He turned to his daughter instead. "Come here. Don't play with him anymore."

In a rare act of defiance toward her father, Windsor said, "No."

"Come here," Wilson said, a trace of anger in his voice.

Windsor looked at Lucas, who gave her a reassuring look. Then he told her, "Go on. Don't worry about me."

Seeing his normally obedient daughter actually wanting to defy him over this irritating boy, Wilson thought the boy was every bit as annoying as his all-brawn-and-no-brains father.

After hearing Lucas say that, Windsor reluctantly walked over, and Wilson took her away.

At that moment, Lucas's father Abuda walked over to the magical beast Lucas had killed.

He said to Lucas, "Not bad. You actually managed to kill a Fourth-Rank Magical Beast." Lucas replied, "It took all four of us working together to kill it. If I'd been alone, I'd probably be lying dead in that python's belly by now."

After hearing that, Abuda patted Lucas on the shoulder. Then he said, "Don't do this again."

Lucas bared his teeth in pain and said to his father, "Damn it, old man. Your son's still injured! What kind of father does that? You're practically murdering your own son!"

"Enough wisecracks. Let's go," Abuda told his son.

With that, he hoisted the Green-Striped Python's corpse onto his shoulder and prepared to leave. Just then, Benny asked awkwardly, "Um, Uncle, should we still bring these bodies?"

"Bring them," Abuda said directly.

Then he shouldered the magical beast's corpse and told the three of them, "Let's go."

Lucas and the other two carried the bodies as his father escorted them to the tribe's entrance. Lucas's father Abuda led them to a river and pointed at a small, nearly abandoned hut there. Then he said, "It wouldn't be good to bring corpses into the tribe, after all. Put them in that stone hut."

Hearing Lucas's father say that, Benny and Eric put the corpses inside the stone hut. Then Lucas's father brought over stones to block the stone doorway and had the boys bathe in the river. Afterward, he took them back to the tribe, then prepared to take the Green-Striped Python's meat around to share some with the other households!

When Lucas arrived home, he saw his mother pacing anxiously back and forth by the door. Seeing him return, she hurried over and felt him all over, asking anxiously, "My boy, are you hurt anywhere?"

Lucas turned around and smiled at his mother. "I'm fine."

But the turn aggravated his injured internal organs, making him grimace in pain. Seeing her son still smiling at her despite his grimace, his mother Selina pulled Lucas into her arms!

As his mother held him and cried, Lucas patted her back. In his previous life, Lucas had lost his family to famine when he was young. In this life, he once again experienced this selfless familial love. His nose stung too, and he said softly, "I'm fine."

After crying for a while, his mother remembered that her son was still injured. She hurriedly told Lucas, "Go inside and lie down. I'll make you some nourishing soup."

Lucas nodded, then went back to his little room and lay down.

Even as he lay there, Lucas did not remain idle. He closed his eyes and began carefully recalling the state he had been in at the time. After this life-and-death battle, he could clearly feel that his mental power had grown considerably. Then he could sense the elements of earth, life, and death beginning to enter his body and repair his injured internal organs.