The proprietress Yaya also stood on tiptoe and took a look.
Then she said helplessly, "How about… you eat in my break room~"
"Sure."
After waiting a moment, Lin Han carried his food tray and, under Yaya's guidance, walked toward the break room.
This area of the tavern was generally off-limits to outsiders.
It was exclusively for internal staff.
There were surveillance cameras in the hallway and at the entrance.
Kitchen staff and cleaners only had a small changing room.
But the break room was specially prepared for the manager, and it might store some valuables, so it had its own lock.
There were only two keys—one with Yaya, and the other with her daughter Yaya.
Yaya walked ahead gracefully.
She unlocked the door and said to Lin Han, "Here it is. Don't mess with the stuff inside, okay~"
"Relax, I'm not a pervert."
"Ah… no, I meant~ there are documents in the cabinet that took me a long time to organize, don't mess them up~"
"Oh, that's what you meant. Don't worry, I only look at picture books. I won't touch complicated documents!"
"Picture books?"
Yaya was puzzled. A grown man still liked children's picture books?
Until…
Lin Han pulled out a photo album from who knows where and opened it—it was filled with beautiful glamour shots.
In that instant…
Yaya's face turned red all the way to her neck.
You call that a picture book?
That's quite… multigenerational entertainment!
"Mr. Lin, you… you're not going to do anything strange in my room, right?"
"Oh? What do you mean by that?"
"No, no, nothing. I'll go back to work up front."
After Yaya left.
Lin Han began scarfing down his food.
These days, eating well is the truest form of positive energy.
After finishing, he proactively brought his tray back to the kitchen.
He really was acting like one of the staff...
Sitting behind the bar, Yaya's daughter silently watched the scene and etched it into her memory.
"What exactly is Uncle's relationship with Mom?"
...
...
A flash of white light.
Lin Han reappeared in the world of creation.
It was already night here, and rain was pouring down.
He was currently in the northern temperate zone of a planet.
"Lu Ling, make me a waterproof little shelter!"
Lin Han gave a direct order.
Lu Ling was a plant-animal monster, and her main ability was controlling plants.
She activated her internal energy and concentrated it above her head—her long hair was actually made up of countless green leaves.
At this moment...
She turned a strand of hair into a huge, thick leaf.
Then arched the leaf above her head as a rain canopy.
The leaf grew bigger and bigger, becoming a giant umbrella.
Lin Han shook the raindrops off his body; his clothes were completely soaked and clinging to him.
So...
He simply took off all his clothes and hung them to the side.
Then lay down on Lu Ling's back.
"Lu Ling, how do you plants feel about rainy days?" Lin Han asked as soon as he lay down.
Upon hearing this.
Lu Ling thought for a moment and answered, "If it's light rain, it feels pleasant. If it's like this, it feels like drinking heartily. But if the rain gets even heavier, then it starts to feel uncomfortable."
Lin Han was lost in thought.
"It seems that everything has its limits."
"My god, what do you mean by that?"
"Everything, meaning all things. This saying is just like rain—light rain feels pleasant, heavier rain is like a hearty drink, but too much becomes uncomfortable. The same applies to doing anything in the future."
"Ohhh…"
Lin Han no longer spoke with Lu Ling. He shifted his perspective as Creator and looked toward the Roar Tribe.
The Thunderstorm King, who had gone out at noon to seek fresh blood, had already returned.
All the monsters in the tribe erupted in cheers!
"Awooo!!"
"Awoo awoo awoo!"
"Mmm mmm awo wah wah!"
"Wah mmm! Mmm mmm! Mmm mmm wah!"
...
At this moment, the Thunderstorm King stood nearly a hundred meters tall!
Walking on the earth, he was a massive shadow, like a moving mountain!
Thunderstorm Kings were naturally bulky in build.
So at night, their visual intimidation was immense!
Following behind the Thunderstorm King was a group of young monsters.
Compared to the Thunderstorm King, they were quite small.
But that was all relative!
In total, there were 31 monsters in the group behind.
The smallest one—a reptile—stood over 1.6 meters at the shoulder, with body length indistinct in the darkness.
Regardless of size,
This batch of monsters was undoubtedly the fresh blood of the Roar Tribe!
As soon as the Thunderstorm King returned, his four younger brothers immediately surrounded him.
They first praised their elder brother's success in excited tones.
Then, their tone became somber…
They began recounting what happened at noon.
That strange creature—under the final rays of sunlight—was only visible as a black silhouette…
Instantly.
Upon hearing this, the Thunderstorm King's brows furrowed deeply into a frown.
As the tribe leader, his sense of danger was naturally stronger than that of the others.
To knock his four brothers flying in an instant—what kind of mysterious being was that?
Could it be…
A soldier sent by that damned giant octopus?
"…"
Though the speculation was rather wild,
At the very least, it showed just how deep the Thunderstorm King's hatred for the Terror Lord ran.
And this only further strengthened his resolve to invade the ocean!
He felt he had to work even harder to recruit new members, and train them as quickly as possible—turning them into a combat-ready army!
In this tribe,
Power ruled all!
As for the so-called "fresh blood," their origin was simple… If you submit to me, then follow me. If not, I'll beat you until you do!
Violence was the law of the Savage Continent.
That night, the Thunderstorm King couldn't fall asleep at all.
He stared wide-eyed at the night sky.
In the starlight above, the stars formed the shape of a thunder dragon, and he began to miss his Thunder Dragon mother.
Every time he thought of the wonderful life with his mother, he would inevitably recall the scene of her being killed by the giant octopus!
The more he thought about it, the more intense the pain and fury in his heart became!
"Awooooo——!"
The Thunderstorm King let out a long howl toward the sky.
It was a tribute to his Thunder Dragon mother.
While gathering fresh blood, the Thunderstorm King had discovered a secret: nearly all low-intelligence creatures (referring to dinosaurs) had both parents.
Yet he had been born with only a Thunder Dragon mother.
The one who died beside her wasn't his father.
So who was his father?
And his father's father?
When would he ever meet them?
Beneath this night sky, Thunderstorm King No. 1's thoughts were expanding rapidly.
Humans are great because of thought; monsters are strong because of thought.
The fact that the Thunderstorm King became the tribe leader meant his beginnings were extraordinary.
And sitting atop that leader's throne would only push him further—toward a much greater future!