The crimson sky has already fallen silent, and the bloody scent along with the oppressive evil aura quietly dissipates in the night.
Those two crimson celestial bodies in the sky are also invisible at night.
At this moment in the night sky.
But there are three moons, two small and one large.
Either crescent moon, half moon, or full moon.
The moons no longer emit an evil red glow but rather a pure, elegant white, a sense of tranquil serenity.
It seems that the night is far more normal than the day.
Tiny flashes of firelight flicker in the dilapidated wooden cabin.
Kane has already reverted to human form, sitting beside the fire pit, roasting a rabbit.
During his time in the Wolf Monarch form, Kane had patrolled the entire surrounding forest, discovering traces of animals to be extremely scarce, and they seemed to have been deliberately placed there.
The cabin is still some distance away from the previous village, and Kane has set up several lines to alert him.
After these actions, he can now eat a roasted rabbit more calmly in the cabin.
The coming of night makes Kane want to investigate that village once again.
After the daytime clash with those villagers, Kane discovers that despite their madness, they still seem to be within the realm of normality.
There are still many unanswered questions in his heart.
He devoured the roasted rabbit in his hand, buried the scraps in the fire pit, covered them with dirt, and transformed again into a giant Wolf Monarch with gray fur amid the consumption of magic power.
Under the cover of night, he quietly moved towards the previous village.
The ladder to the second floor, from where he killed the butcher this morning, is now shattered, and there is quite a bit of fresh blood on the walls and ground.
It should be the villagers, who madly rushed upstairs, broke the ladder, and injured themselves on the sharp fragments.
He glanced at the gap beside him, quickly turned and jumped up the wall, landing on the second floor.
The broken door of the previous room has been completely knocked down, shattered into several pieces scattered across the room.
And at the spot where the butcher died, there is no blood stain but rather a pile of ashes.
In the ashes, an obvious object is buried within.
These dungeon monsters are only as strong as ordinary people, what could they possibly drop? Kane thought with some doubt.
Using his wolf claw, he brushed away the ashes, revealing a bottle-shaped object.
This is actually a bottle of pure water.
Thinking back to those exceedingly scarce little animals placed in the forest.
Thus, the essence of this trial is survival.
Ordinary human bodies surely require the consumption of food and water, and to gain food and water, one must confront these deranged people in this dungeon.
From the dungeon monsters, what drops out post their death are food and water, the basic resources for survival, though this point still requires confirmation.
At this thought, Kane grabbed this bottle of water in his mouth, jumped off the floor, and placed it in a bush.
Since the villagers at least give off the feeling of being living, they surely need sleep.
Thinking of this, Kane began stealthily navigating around the village, observing which wooden cabin could be more easily investigated.
This cabin’s second floor has windows, and quite a few holes.
He began examining around the wooden cabin.
In a place akin to a kitchen, there was a stench of rot throughout, and wooden pots and bowls showed nothing but black grime.
On a floor like a living room, a plate was placed on the wooden table, with a bloody, fleshy blob atop it, emitting an exceptionally strong stench.
And the owner of this room was resting on a chair nearby, his half-squinted eyes indicating he had fallen deeply asleep.
Even in sleep, his hand tightly grasped a pitchfork.
After observing carefully again, Kane confirmed that there was only one person on the chair in this cabin.
He slipped through a large gap in the kitchen wall, quietly approaching the sleeping man from behind.
He bit the neck of the man in his sleep, tearing off a large piece of blood-flesh and spat it on the ground.
The man woke from the intense pain, tumbling to the ground, the pitchfork dropped, both hands clutching his blood-fleshed neck.
His black lips parted slightly, revealing filthy yellow-black teeth wanting to scream, but his trachea and blood vessels had been bitten open, leaving him only to struggle helplessly.
In the struggle, blood from his neck poured through the gaps in his hands, pooling on the ground.
Finally, the blood stains, along with their owner, turned into a pile of ashes.
Kane had already exited the cabin, observing if any villagers noticed the commotion.
After all, being surrounded in a cabin would be quite troubling.
After waiting for a while, confirming no villagers were roused by the noise, Kane quietly slipped back into the cabin.
He arrived beside the ashes where the man had died, and with his wolf claw brushed away the ashes.
A well-packaged loaf of bread appeared before Kane, staring at the text on the packaging, Kane couldn’t help but feel a headache.
Indeed, slacking off, this bread he had eaten a few days ago at the Beer Festival, it seemed to be under Longbei’s mother’s brand.
Nevertheless, this confirmed something for Kane.
Trying to gather food in the wild or other places is nearly impossible.
Only by killing these deranged individuals can one acquire clean food and water.
Grabbing the bread obtained, he took the previous bottle of water along, returned to the cabin aboard the supplies, and then headed back to the village.
He continually felt that night makes these villagers seem less sensitive and frenzied than during the day; the noise when fighting the butcher during the day wasn’t much louder than just now with the villager.
Yet almost the entire village was alarmed, and he hadn’t detected the butcher hiding behind the door.
But at night when Kane entered this village, he immediately sensed quite a few living presences, able to vaguely perceive them.
It seems the day enhances these mad people’s strength to some degree, and during the day, the oppressive atmosphere dampens the perception of normal individuals like Kane.
But these are just Kane’s feelings, he needs to wake up some villagers from the village to verify if his perception is correct.
Because within this trial, their strength is diminished to ordinary human levels. The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
He must swiftly complete this intelligence gathering, just like hunting in the forest before.
Meticulous and cautious, progression step by step.
Kane, in his former human state, could hunt down those magic beasts in the forest, let alone these ordinary humans who are much like common beasts.
Under the name of the first Hunter of Laka Town.