Under the night sky, the second day of survival.
The tranquility of the entire village was disrupted once again.
Dozens upon hundreds of figures, wielding various homemade weapons, charged out from the wooden houses' doors, chasing the giant wolf on the muddy street.
A bone-cutting knife flew by, brushing past Kane.
The gray Wolf Monarch turned around, showing a human-like mocking expression on its wolf face, shaking its rear playfully, and continued to flee towards the village outskirts.
This was already Kane's second night in this dungeon.
Ever since he disturbed the entire village last night, confirming his suspicions, he had decided to hassle the villagers well again tonight.
These people indeed behaved as Kane expected, with some enhancement under the bloody oppressive weather of the daytime.
But once night came, these enhancements disappeared, turning them into ordinary people.
