Surviving in the Beast World with a System

The young ones clenched their fists tightly. Even the females sitting furthest inside gnashed their teeth.

"Uncle, are we really just going to run away like this? I’d rather die with our fellow tribesmen."

A young Beastman who hadn’t yet come of age growled, his face contorted with fury.

His entire family had been killed under the claws of the Super Tribe’s Beastmen; he was the only survivor.

The hatred in his heart felt like a monstrous wave threatening to drown him.

"If we all die, the Yan Yan Tribe will be gone for good."

Didn’t the middle-aged Beastman feel hatred?

His family and kinsmen had also died at the hands of the Super Tribe.

But compared to his own hatred, the continuation of the tribe was more important.

"Get some rest. We’ll leave the Red Flame Plain tomorrow. If those people from the Scorpion Tribe find us..."

Though he didn’t finish his sentence, everyone present knew what they would face if they encountered the Scorpion Beastmen, and they all fell silent.

Meanwhile, in the house of the Worm Witch of the Scorpion Tribe—the very people they so deeply feared—the scout who had been sent out had returned. He was kneeling and reporting on the day the Yan Yan Tribe was massacred.

"Did you hear what they said?"

The Worm Witch had already calmed his excitement. Although he had guessed the Super Tribe’s visit to the Yan Yan Tribe boded no good,

he had never imagined they would actually slaughter the entire Yan Yan Tribe.

’He had previously thought that if something happened to the Yan Yan Tribe because of the Super Tribe, he could have the Scorpion Tribe Leader take some men and exploit the chaos.’

’Crippling the Yan Yan Tribe would have been ideal, but he never expected to stumble upon such a massive windfall. It was truly a blessing from the Beast God.’

"You said not to get too close, so I only watched from a large tree outside their settlement."

"I didn’t hear what was said at the beginning, but when that Lord Witch from the Super Tribe spoke, he used his witch power, so I managed to hear some of it."

"It seems he said there’s another Super Tribe beyond the Polar Forest, and that Super Tribe is even more powerful than the one that protects us."

"Because the witch from the Yan Yan Tribe previously took the Super Tribe’s Messengers into the Polar Forest, they angered that Super Tribe from beyond the forest. So, they have to wipe out the Yan Yan Tribe to appease that Super Tribe’s wrath."

The Worm Witch, who had just been calm, could no longer sit still. He shot to his feet.

"You didn’t mishear? The Super Tribe’s Wizard really said that?"

Perhaps because his expression was too terrifying, the Beastman flinched, his voice trembling.

"Y-Yes... That Wizard also said that even if they didn’t destroy the Yan Yan Tribe, that Huaxia Tribe would come and destroy them anyway."

"So they were doing it as an apology to the Super Tribe called Hua Xia."

Hearing this, the Worm Witch’s ghastly face grew even darker. Just moments ago, he had been rejoicing that with the Yan Yan Tribe gone, the Scorpion Tribe would be able to dominate the Red Flame Plain.

But he never expected to hear such dreadful news instead.

’Thinking about what he had done to the tribes in the Polar Forest before...’

His body trembled, and a sense of dread washed over him.

"Quick, tell our tribesmen to come back! Don’t pack anything for now. We’ll stay in our own territory."

He paced back and forth agitatedly, his mind in turmoil.

He suddenly felt like a herbivore that had found a juicy steak: unable to eat it, yet unwilling to throw it away.

"Go to the Yan Yan Tribe again. Tell the Clan Leader and his men to come back, and bring more salt."

After speaking, he saw the Beastman still kneeling on the ground, trembling. Fury suddenly flared, and he kicked him. "What are you waiting for? Get going!"

’So clueless!’

A month after the destruction of the Yan Yan Tribe, the Scorpion Tribe only dared to cautiously peek and probe around the outskirts of the Yan Yan Tribe’s former settlement. They let wild animals use the spacious settlement as their latrine, not daring to move in themselves.

The Worm Witch waited anxiously, feeling as if ants were crawling all over him, but even after a month, there was still no news.

Irritable and agitated, the Worm Witch was like a Fierce Beast baring its fangs and claws, tormenting anyone who displeased him.

The entire Scorpion Tribe was plunged into a grim and oppressive atmosphere.

Even the Scorpion Tribe Leader, who had always held some sway with the Worm Witch, didn’t dare to approach him casually.

"Clan Leader, our tribe’s Beastman Warriors are back! And they’re wearing strange Beast Skins that look even better than what those Wizards in the Messengers’ party had."

"Our Beastman Warriors? Who is it?"