Published: March 2, 2025
"My son! My son! Give me back my son, give me back my son!"
Mr. Winter shouted in desperation, but all he received in return was the resolve of the cyclops and the indifference of the surrounding "weaklings."
At the time of an avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent...
The surrounding "weaklings" naturally understood the cyclops's intentions, yet... this damn situation hadn’t fallen upon themselves, had it? As the saying goes, it's better to avoid trouble than to invite it; since they couldn't fight back, they could only watch.
It was this indifferent detachment that drove Mr. Winter into complete despair. He stumbled out of the cave entrance, and with just one glance, he saw the cyclops holding the writhing Little Winter, gradually disappearing into the distant yellow sand.
At that moment, Mr. Winter didn't hesitate. While shouting loudly to attract the attention of others, he quickly set off in the direction where the cyclops had vanished.
Until three figures moved further and further away.
...
"My son! Damn it, let go of my son..."
The shrill wail caught Kamen's attention. He set down the tablet he was holding and got up from the ground. His peak level 9 perception instantly spread into the distance, and in an instant, Kamen saw the cyclops sprinting with Little Winter in its arms!
Behind the cyclops, Mr. Winter followed closely. The innate talent of the ancient demon race was, strictly speaking, slightly stronger than that of the cyclops. Coupled with the differences in body structure, Mr. Winter was closing the distance between himself and the cyclops. It wasn't until half a minute later that Mr. Winter finally caught up to the cyclops.
"Give me back my son!"
Mr. Winter roared in rage, extending his right hand to viciously grab the tattered coat of the cyclops.
"Rip!"
The coat was torn. The cyclops stumbled for a moment but quickly steadied itself.
It turned its head and looked at Mr. Winter.
"Not bad for a strength..."
The cyclops said, glancing around.
Within the coverage of its perception, there were no other life forms.
What a perfect place for killing and stealing...
"Well then, let's do it here... this time I’m really going to feast!"
The cyclops grinned at Mr. Winter, then threw Little Winter far away and lunged at Mr. Winter!
...
A brutal fight ensued!
One side fought for survival, the other to fill its stomach... yes, this could also be considered a form of survival.
The scene was nothing short of bloody!
However, to Kamen, who was watching from the sidelines, it was no different from two chickens pecking at each other!
Two peak level 7 demonic creatures fighting was truly difficult to watch.
Kamen merely took a quick look and deduced the final outcome of the battle— the cyclops was clearly superior.
There was a reason why he was labeled as a 'stronger' individual in the refugee camp...
Though both had equal physical attributes, the cyclops's skill set was more suited for combat. With the gap in skills, Mr. Winter's meager racial talent advantage was quickly trampled into the muck by the cyclops.
Soon, Mr. Winter had all of his teeth knocked out.
Kamen watched as Mr. Winter was mercilessly beaten, while Little Winter cried out not far away. His expression was blank, merely waiting for the outcome of this "life-and-death battle."
Kamen's task was to supervise...
Just simple supervision— unless there was a special circumstance, Kamen would never terminate this mission. And the brawl between Mr. Winter and the cyclops, no matter how one looked at it, couldn’t be considered a "special circumstance."
As Kamen coldly observed, Mr. Winter soon found himself flattened like a puddle of mud under the cyclops's foot. The cyclops, panting heavily, looked down at the groaning Mr. Winter and bent down to "pick up" Mr. Winter, revealing a hint of a victorious smile.
"You old dog, let's see how you show off this time!"
Thinking about the feast that awaited him, the cyclops couldn't help but swallow hard. He looked around and quickly found a slope.