Chapter 1: Mental Illness

Translator: Langshare Editor: Langshare

He woke up from the dark chaos.

Haman wiped the sweat off his head and looked at the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy at the door.

“Holly, did anything happen?” Haman asked.

The full name of the child who was called Holly was Holly Bacha.

Holly looked kind and very innocent.

However, he was guarding the door with a very rough bone knife in his hand..

It was late at night. He looked very sleepy, but he did not close his eyes because he had to watch at night.

Holly shook his head and said, “It’s okay. What’s wrong with your brain? Can’t the doctor in town tell what the problem is?”

“You don’t have to worry about this. I’m not sick,” Haman said firmly. “It’s almost dawn now. I’m going out to hunt. You can sleep for a while and go to church on time.”

“Okay.” Holly nodded in a low mood. “What’s the use of doing well in the study in this doomsday world?”

“It’s useful when I say it!” Haman’s expectations were unquestionable.

“I’m going out to hunt too.” Holly pursed his lips.

“Who’s going to keep watch at night if something happens to you? Am I? No, I’m already unconscious.” Haman stood up and prepared to go to the center of the market town to fetch water.

After daybreak, it would be less dangerous in the town.

It was a lawless place, whether outside or inside the town, in the night of the apocalypse.

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The blue sky above was azure, while the sunlight was dazzling without clouds in the sky.

The sunlight was not so gentle even if there was howling wind in the wilderness, and it was still stuffy and hot on the ground.

The young man Haman lay in the grass half the height of a man, then he frowned.

He thought he had bad luck today since there was still no prey as the sun was about to rise to the highest.

Some people say that you must pay attention to dinosaurs when you are walking in the wilderness.

But Haman felt this was not entirely correct because too many things in the wilderness could kill people.

Even the sun above would kill people as long as they stayed in the scorching sun for one hour.

However, Haman still did not move if he could not catch any prey today.

He and Holly would probably starve to death before they were taken away by the various accidents in the wilderness.

Suddenly, Haman heard the sound of withered grass trampled; he suddenly stared but did not make a sound.

There was a rope hanging by him with a tree branch not far in front.

The rope was tied into a knot and placed on the ground. And there was a small handful of grain in the middle of the knot.

There was also a stone slab not far away.

That animal stood beside the rope and watched with a sharp look.

Haman had seen the dinosaur illustrated handbook from the city and thought that this dinosaur should be the parvicursor mentioned there.

He had heard about it when he attended the course as an auditor in the church of the Dragon God.

The parvicursor that was extinct in history was only a few dozen centimetres long, and it weighed less than three chicken eggs.

Haman felt that it must be impossible. The parvicursor in front of him was more than a meter long, and it weighed at least 15 kilograms.

It stood in place, twisting its long neck and combing the few feathers on it, while Haman waited motionlessly.

It seemed that the parvicursor had finally let down its guard and began to poke its head into the grains slowly. It moved as quickly as a thief.

However, when it finally stuck its head into the knot and was ready to peck at the grains, Haman suddenly pulled the rope with great force.

Then, he jumped up and rushed toward the parvicursor like a wild horse out of control.

Before the parvicursor could break free from the knot, he used all his strength to use the stone slab beside him to press down on the parvicursor firmly.

“Hu ~”

Haman exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. He had waited for long for this prey.

However, it was happy was that today’s effort had not been in vain.

You had to know that even Haman could not catch such prey every day.

The prey struggled under the stone slab, and it scraped against the stone slab with its sharp claws.

At this time, the clock in the market town sounded.

Haman looked back. He didn’t know when he would be able to leave the shelter with Holly and go to the distant city.

For him, it was desirable and blissful to live in the city.

There was no need to face the dangers in the wilderness.

However, it was not easy to get in.

At this time, the movement under the slate became a little less.

Then Haman pressed the prey into the soil with his weight and the slate, making it struggle harder.

He sighed and confirmed that the dragon-slaying spike in his hand could still work.

Then he put it into his pocket.

Later, he slowly made a gap from the stone, took the wooden stick and reached under the stone slab.

He tried to find the head of this parvicursor.

It was not always so unlucky in life. Haman found the head of his prey as soon as he reached in with the wooden stick.

Then he pulled the stick out. The wooden bar, which was as thick as an arm, had been broken, and there were apparent teeth marks on the broken end.

Haman was happy, and he cleanly moved the stone slab back.

Then, he slowly moved the stone slab and revealed half of the head of the prey.

And he pulled out the dragon-slaying spike neatly from his arms. It was a sharp black spike about twenty centimetres long.

Haman turned the handle of the dragon-slaying spike, which emitted a red light on its top.

He aimed the sharp spike at the head of the parvicursor and ruthlessly stabbed down,The moment the red light on the sharp spike came into contact with the red light on the parvicursor, they merged like water and milk.

And the sharp spike was also pierced into the head of its prey smoothly.

Haman suddenly felt a little heartache because he had just discovered that.

There were a few holes in his clothes. They should have been worn out when he was hiding in the grass.

Suddenly, he felt a hit inside his head and fell to the ground.

It was as if a massive copper bell was ringing in his mind, making him instantly fall into darkness and chaos.

“Oh no, he would usually get sick at midnight, but this time it came earlier.”

It was not the first time he had “fallen ill.” Almost everyone in the market town knew that there was something wrong with his brain and that he would have pain attacks from time to time.

However, Haman himself knew that it was not pain but pure chaos.

Wait, this time, it was different from the past. The Black Fog in his mind opened, revealing a substantial empty cave.

Haman opened his eyes in disbelief and stood up to look at himself. “I woke up so quickly this time?”

He had wanted to observe the cave, but he knew that he must die if he fell into a coma in this wilderness. 

He had to get back to the town now before the sun rose to its highest point.