Time passed; how much remained elusive, Mr. Valen lost count after the first month.
Apparently, keeping count is difficult when you don't have a fully functioning brain. "Shocker," he muttered dryly.
What he was up to now was rather boring: he was walking, clothed in a leather shirt and pants.
He found this to be the most comfortable amongst all the other clothes the cannibal clan had to offer.
A bone knife hung at his side, tucked securely into the rope he tied around his waist.
When he had first looted the cannibal clan, he had a whole big bag of supplies, but he lost some after being chased by a pack of about two hundred Skilions.
He then lost more after encountering other humans who he registered to be much stronger than he, as strong as Luna in his previous world.
Fortunately, they didn't seem to be interested in him and just took his stuff.
He found himself being chased by a lot of things recently and he often opted to run despite having the ability to fight back.
