At night, John found a tree hole, and after clearing a clearing outside the tree hole, John released the coercion he had suppressed again. Sure enough, after a while, many insects and poisonous snakes ran out of the tree hole, from spiders and scorpions to red, yellow and black poisonous snakes, and some of them were too close to John, and they fell to the ground and kicked their legs halfway through the run, and died. John watched the scene. I touched my chin, at least I don't have to worry about these annoying bugs when I sleep.

At night, due to his own coercion, John was not worried about the light of the bonfire attracting dangerous creatures, so he generously lit a bunch of dead leaves and branches as a bonfire. Grilling the venison that had been grilled at noon and had cooled down next to the campfire, John missed the coconut at noon. Why didn't you think about taking two with you when you left? Now I can only bite the venison. To be honest, the venison without salt, oil and seasoning naturally does not have a rich taste when chewed, and when the original roasted meat is reheated, it will naturally become extremely 'chewy', which is far from the tender taste at noon. Eating this thing, without a little drinking water, even John would feel extremely dry - not to mention that now it is not the original ashes, but just an ordinary person, due to John's mistake, in the extremely humid and muddy environment, but most of the day has not drunk a little water, in another ordinary person is almost dry to collapse.

But more than that, John cared more about the coercion he exuded. This is something that has never happened before. He is also a well-informed person, and most of the people he fights with are famous and powerful people, whether it is the king of a country or a religious leader, whether it is a legendary hero or a vicious party, I have never seen this kind of momentum in them - no, wait. John remembered something. I've seen something like this myself.

With the scene of countless wolf blood being sucked and stripped from the team members' bodies, and finally converging into the captain's body, John remembered the first time he faced the Salary King, who lit the fire, and was so shocked that he couldn't move. It was a tremor from the depths of the soul, and even if he still had plenty of physical strength, he couldn't move a bit. After that, he felt this sense of oppression from the depths of his soul again, when he faced the giant king Yum with Jack, if it weren't for the storm steward created for the giants in his hands and his friend Jack by his side, John would not have been able to guarantee that he would still have the strength to stand instead of lying on the ground like a humble worm waiting for Yum's big knife to chop on his head. The third time I felt this way was when I faced the Dark Sage, Eldridge. This feeling also appeared when Aldridge ignited his own fire, but at that time, John's soul was strong enough and tough enough that even if he still felt the strength of his opponent, John was able to tremble and take out the embers, absorbing the fire from the embers into his soul to resist the pressure from Eldridge. Among the enemies that followed, even the demon king Othroes, the eldest son of King Gwen, who had awakened the dragon's blood and was also the former king, and the eldest son of King Gwyn, who commanded the storm dragon, the nameless king and the ancient dragon who ruled the world before the Age of Fire, did not put such pressure on John, on the contrary, the two princes of Lustric, who were slightly weaker, and the incarnation of the Salary King, who had lost his soul, made John extremely frightened in his heart. In other words, does this pressure come from the Salary King? John thought, no, not so much from the Salary King, but from the proof of their status as the Salary King—the fire in their souls.

Thinking of this, John remembered the words Selena had said, "Congratulations, Salary King John. ”

Could this change have come from the soul? Thinking of this, John closed his eyes. Began meditation, a practice from the world of the original stone, where it is said to be able to see one's own soul. John saw no soul of his own, only the soul of a dead soul, and countless fragments of soul. Seeing one's own soul? It's a new challenge. Sure enough, it's much more interesting now than the life that passed the fire before.

The cranky thoughts in the mind naturally cannot reach the legendary meditation realm. When the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves on John's face, John just sat there thinking about the past. Fortunately, John's soul is now so strong that he does not feel mentally tired, and meditation allows his body to rest sufficiently. Standing up, John picked up the throwing gun beside him, pulled the dagger out of front of him and put it in a convenient position, and decided to continue his march deeper into the woods.

John is not going to wander around without a purpose this time, he set the goal for today to find fresh water that can be drunk, after all, in such an environment without drinking water all day, even John is a little unbearable, but fortunately in the morning John found some dew hanging on the leaves and a few freshly ripe fruits, which slightly warmed John's already extremely dry body.

"Humans are really fragile. Inexplicably, John remembered the undead settlements he had met in the past, the undead settlers who bowed down to the Cursed Tree, the commoners of Lothric who prostrated towards the corpses of dragons, and the Angelic Cult even though he was a descendant of the royal family, and thought of the various religions in the Primordial World, and suddenly understood why they would pin their hopes on unfounded and illusory things. Because of their own vulnerability, they worship power, because they worship the gods because of the fear of death, and because they desire what they don't have, they do many things that are beyond the norm.

"That's faith. John sighed suddenly. Even in the Ter'an Continent, most of the so-called beliefs still exist because they believe that the gods can give them benefits, and even if there are fanatics, there are only a small number of them, and who said that fanatical believers didn't go crazy in the first place to get more attention from the gods?

The cranky John's footsteps did not stop, and he continued to move forward unhurriedly. This time luck came to him, and it was almost noon when John heard the sound of running water. John quickened his pace and walked in the direction where the sound of running water came, and when he came to the end of the woods, he saw a small river, and looking upstream along the river, John saw a small waterfall. Due to the abundant water storage in the surrounding area, the water of the small waterfall rushes down with a hint of turbulent breath, and washes out a pool where it fell.

If the discovery of fresh water was John's goal, it was nothing compared to what he found later: on the other side of the creek, John found several tree houses in the trees, made of cut branches, arranged in a staggered manner on the trees along the river.

A smile appeared on John's face: At least, this is not a desert island. Since there are several treehouses, it means that there are many people who will live here, and naturally they can return to human society with the help of them, instead of being wild people here.