Endless Cold: My Tribe Evolve Infinitely
The cold wind raged, and snow filled the sky.
Under the cover of night, the towering trees clad in white snow stood like white iron towers in the wind, majestic and unmoving.
To the east of Redwood Ridge, outside an unremarkable cave.
Bruce Harper assumed a traditional Long Fist stance.
After adjusting his breathing, his gaze suddenly turned sharp, and he swiftly threw a punch.
Standing at 190 centimeters, he wasn't exactly muscular but was tall and robust.
As he went through a set of punches, snowflakes fluttered around him instantly.
Suddenly, a young boy with a youthful face walked out from the cave.
Seeing Bruce Harper, the boy's face was filled with obvious admiration.
"Brother, you're about to break through to the Axeheart Level, right?"
"Almost, it should only take a month."
"Tsk, you're amazing. Father said that geniuses who break through to the Axeheart Level before the age of eighteen have only appeared three times among the surrounding nine camps. You'll be the fourth."
Bruce Harper raised his head, revealing a delicate face that didn't quite match his physique.
Looking at his younger brother Charlie Harper's admiring face, Bruce Harper felt pleased but, upon calming down, still shook his head slightly.
"Breaking through to the Axeheart Level isn't much.
There's even the Earthripper Level at Rogel Camp; they're the real strong ones."
Upon hearing "Earthripper Level," Charlie Harper's face instantly showed longing.
"Rogel Camp has five Earthripper Level strongmen. It's said they can mine thousands of pounds of coal every day for the camp.
Not only do they not need to burn wood for heating, but they can also forge sharp weapons with coal, making it easy to hunt Low-level Cold Beasts."
Bruce Harper nodded slightly and said, "After all, it's a medium-sized camp of over five hundred people.
If they didn't have some strength, those Cold Beasts in Redwood Ridge wouldn't let them live so comfortably."
"It's a pity father is injured; otherwise, he would have been an Earthripper Level strongman long ago. If our Harper had coal, it might have become a medium-sized camp by now."
A medium-sized camp's standards are generally recognized as having over five hundred people, possessing Earthripper Level strongmen, and being able to handle Low-level Cold Beast tides.
Currently, the Harper Camp has only 239 people and thirteen Axeheart Level combat forces.
With this much strength, forget about a Cold Beast tide; even a slightly stronger Intermediate Cold Beast could turn the entire camp into prey.
"Rogel Camp is too stingy. If they were willing to sell us some coal, it would be great."
"Coal not only provides warmth and refines iron but also serves as an equivalent value to exchange for advanced supplies from giant camps.
Rogel Camp itself doesn't have enough and wouldn't be willing to sell it to us. Besides, our small camp doesn't have anything valuable to exchange with them."
What's more crucial is that if the other camps around Redwood Ridge also have coal, Rogel Camp's safety and weaponry advantages would cease to exist.
The safety advantage can absorb the population, and the weaponry advantage ensures a crush in force.
With these two advantages, Rogel Camp is undoubtedly the king in the Redwood Ridge area.
Selling coal to other camps would be equivalent to giving up their strengths.
As a rebirth person, Bruce Harper naturally sees farther than Charlie Harper does.
A month ago, he arrived here.
From initial panic to calm acceptance, Bruce Harper experienced no small amount of shock.
This world is fraught with crises.
The crisis isn't solely from the special species known as Cold Beasts.
There are also climate challenges and various unknown phenomena.
This world only has winter, with no four seasons.
Additionally, the temperatures here in winter are far more terrifying than those on Blue Star.
With Bruce Harper's unprofessional estimation, night temperatures were at least seventy degrees below zero, making it impossible for normal humans to survive.
Even more absurd, day temperatures are colder than night.
Not to mention normal humans; even the ordinary people of this world would freeze to death during the day without adequate cold protection methods.
Fortunately, the day lasts only four hours, so humans almost always operate at night, which is why Bruce Harper practices martial arts under the cover of night.
Additionally, because it's colder during the day, Cold Beasts are more active, more irritable, and their strength is several levels higher than at night.
Therefore, whether for hunting or resource gathering, humans generally chose to venture out at night.
Traveling to such a crisis-ridden, eternal winter world, most would have collapsed long ago.
But not only did Bruce Harper quickly adapt, but he also felt a thrill inside.
Born into a martial arts family, Bruce Harper lost both parents at a young age.
He practiced martial arts and fitness from an early age, living a much more regulated life than ordinary people.
But fate played the biggest joke on him by bestowing an incurable disease.
In his final days, Bruce Harper stopped practicing martial arts.
When he confirmed that he was about to become immobile, he chose a sunny day to end it all.
As it turned out, he came to this world and became the current Bruce Harper.
Although this world is fraught with crises, he is after all living a second life, already immensely grateful.
Moreover, fate has given him such a robust and youthful body.
Standing 191 centimeters tall and weighing over 90 kilograms, with a wasp waist and ape arms, he's just over sixteen years old.
According to internet discussions in his past life, this body was the perfect martial cultivation physique.
Newly traversed, though youthful and robust, this body could exert only about one thousand kg.
However, the legendary Blue Star boxing champion Tyson was said to have a force of only eight hundred kilograms.
Initially, Bruce Harper thought he was strong.
Until he witnessed an adult female in the camp effortlessly lift a five to six hundred kilogram tree, he realized:
This world, with its Tyson-level average human strength.
Which makes sense; humans are products of their environment.
In such extreme cold climates, if people didn't evolve, they couldn't possibly survive.
Realizing his own weakness, Bruce Harper naturally dared not slack off.
His martial arts knowledge from his past life proved useful here.
For practicality, he chose a set of Grand Ancestor Long Fist.
In just a month, with the aid of Cold Beast Flesh, his strength increased to two thousand kg.
According to his father Thomas Harper, he was about to reach the three thousand kg threshold for the Axeheart Level.
"With Axeheart Level strength, I can join the Axeheart team and at least see the world outside the camp."
If it were in his past life, three thousand kg of immense strength would be considered superhuman.
But in this world, it's merely fitting to go chop trees.
Exactly, Axeheart Level, as the name implies.
At this level, one can go—chop trees!
"Brother, father has returned!"
Suddenly, Charlie Harper pointed in the direction of Redwood Ridge forest and shouted.
Bruce Harper looked up to see a team of twelve swiftly emerging from deep within the woods.
They were divided into six groups, each pair carrying a towering, twenty-meter tree, one in the front and one in the back.
When the six teams with their six trees fully emerged from the forest, upon seeing the burly figure at the rear, Bruce Harper and Charlie Harper finally broke into smiles.
According to their father Thomas Harper, every trip out is a gamble.
Being able to return safely, without losing a single person, is definitely something to celebrate.
However, as the thirteen-member Axeheart team approached, Bruce Harper and Charlie Harper noticed that not only was there no joy on their faces, but they were full of seriousness and unease.
The two hurried to greet them, with Bruce Harper directly asking.
"Father, what's wrong?"
"How long until daybreak?"
Even in Thomas Harper's voice, he carried a noticeable facade of calmness, evidently gripped by extreme panic.
But Bruce Harper quickly lifted his head, checked the position of the bright moon, and gave an answer.
"It should only be a quarter of an hour."
"Quick, get into the camp and have them put out the bonfires. No fires allowed."
Upon hearing this, Bruce Harper's pupils dilated instantly, his face full of bewilderment.
"Father, putting out the bonfires during the day will freeze people in the camp."
It's colder during the day than at night.
Even hiding in a cave without a bonfire would lead to certain death.
Thomas Harper is the leader of the camp, understanding these things better than anyone.
So why would he suddenly say such a thing?
"The Mimicking Monster in Redwood Ridge has emerged!"