This place looked like a small junkyard.
Ren Zhong bent down and rummaged through it for a while, but found nothing intact or usable.
The screeches from the other side of the mound hadn't stopped yet; the dragonfly and the blue birds hadn't settled their fight.
Without daring to delay further, he started running again.
Every step from now on was a new step, treading into unknown territory.
Though not yet truly escaped, a weight had lifted from his heart.
A confident smile spread across his face.
Seeing Arabic numerals on the Flying Device, seeing mechanical arm armor surely meant for humans in the dragonfly's nest, along with so many gears, metal wires, and alloy debris.
These were definitely man-made! There must be people in this world!
Then, with every additional step he charged forward, the chance of meeting humans increased.
As long as he could meet people, there was a chance to continue living!
Tormented in despair over a hundred times, Ren Zhong, full of hope for the future, stepped under the evening glow, heading southward.
Charge!
Roar!
Snap...
He died again.
Died as hastily and carelessly as always.
This happened just over three hundred meters out of the dragonfly's territory.
He had just crossed another small earthen ridge; ahead lay a vast Indigo Prairie riddled with gullies, where groups of deer-like or horse-like organic creatures roamed leisurely in tens.
They occasionally lowered their heads to pull grass roots from the ground, chewing on them.
Some creatures kept their heads high, watching alertly.
Based on their behavior, they seemed to be herbivores.
The air was filled with a peaceful and serene atmosphere; Ren Zhong thought he was briefly safe.
Unexpectedly, just as he passed a three-person-high mound, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from its depths.
Looking aside, a thick dark beast broke through the shrubs atop the mound, pouncing furiously.
The beast was about three meters tall, entirely black, with a big head, thick waist, thick arms, and strong legs.
In its Blood Bowl mouth, white tusks stood starkly.
The tips of its paws, clawed with gray-black sharpness, gleamed coldly.
Ren Zhong wanted to escape but couldn't, it was too fast.
He didn't even have time to take the Alloy Stick from his back to use as a weapon, standing dumbfounded in place, only to have the giant beast's paw slap directly onto his forehead.
Though the manner of his death was tragic, he felt slightly relieved, recognizing an animal at last.
This thing was definitely a bear, just bigger than Earth's bears, faster, and harsher... that's all.
In the after-death viewpoint, Ren Zhong saw the dragonfly rise from behind the small earthen ridge.
Sticky blue blood coated the dragonfly like paint, its body slightly damaged, its flight slowed somewhat,
The large bug had taken out the nest of iron-feathered blue birds and wasn't planning to spare me either.