Days later, in an area further towards the center of the Pristine Wilds…

In a tree that Jalgon had recently passed, a bound body was still lying there, barely showing any signs of life.

However, the octopus, which had come this far with only one tentacle left, was still alive, letting a small aura, as weak as a Grandmaster’s, escape from his body.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the opposite direction to where Brendan was looking, and he imagined that his fate was coming to torment him.

‘Damn it, has that bastard come back already?’ wondered the bound beast, in the worst state of his entire existence.

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“Brendan!” The voice of an old acquaintance, totally different from Jalgon’s icy tone, sounded from behind the tree a moment before the owner of it appeared on the left side of the seriously injured octopus.

Brendan’s eyes widened as he looked to the side, seeing the imposing figure of Leger appearing there in this very dangerous place after everything that had happened.

Gulp!

“Leger!” he shouted, overcoming his fragility.

For a moment, Brendan looked at Leger in absolute shock, not believing that after all the torture he had suffered, his old group leader had come to this place.

Where was Jalgon to seize the opportunity and deal with Leger, ending Brendan’s suffering as well?

However, fate played tricks on him in a way he could never have foreseen.

“Brendan, you didn’t talk about me, did you?” Leger smiled at his old companion, stopping in front of the creature just four meters in front of him.

“What are you talking about? Let me go, boss. Let’s get out of here while there’s still time!” said the creature, trying to move as a glimmer of hope appeared in its eyes.

As much as he blamed Leger for all his misfortune, he was no fool. Aware that Jalgon would eventually kill him or torture him to death, the best option for him was to escape with the help of his former leader while he could.

But Leger had different plans for Brendan.

“Let you go? Hehe, Brendan, do you really think I don’t know what Jalgon did to you?” Leger shook his head in disappointment. “Before I came to see you, I visited our friend Wimarc. He told me how that miserable hawk tortured him and made him talk about me and my plans.”

Brendan paled even more severely when he heard these words.

“In the end, I had to kill Wimarc. No matter how much he suffered, handing over one’s leader is the greatest betrayal one could do in life,” Minos’ ally said, as a dagger appeared in one of his hands.

“What do you intend to do?”

“Brendan, as your leader, I must give you the quick death you deserve. I just wonder if you’ll have the honor of speaking the truth before you die or if you’ll try to take me to the hole, like Wimarc did.” He advanced, placing his weapon near Brendan’s only remaining eye.

“Wretch! After everything I’ve been through, you’re just going to kill me?” Brendan felt betrayed, even if he had been the one to betray someone there.

“Is that all you have to say before you die? How pointless!”

With words as icy as his will, Leger ended Brendan’s suffering, slicing through the creature’s body in one swift, clean movement until he reached its heart.

Brendan felt no pain in his last moment of life. All he felt was deep sadness, followed by unparalleled relief. Although he didn’t want to die when he saw Leger in front of him, this was the best fate for him.

Wounded, with his cultivation crippled and full of trauma in his mind, living would be nothing more than a punishment for him. His instincts would naturally make him seek life, but when he lost that possibility, he felt the freedom that only death gave.

“Good luck. Jalgon is after Minos.” His last words before falling into the dark spiral of death redeemed him from his mistakes, making Leger clench his fists and ponder the **ty situation he was in.

“Fuck!”

…

While Leger was discovering the worst news since he began the part of his journey to hide and avoid enemies in Uzira, Minos and his group had gone ahead with their plans.

Days after Jalgon’s demise, they had gone ahead with their plans, abandoning his corpse and distributing his belongings among the most compatible members of the group.

Minos was leading his people with simple rules that were beneficial to everyone. As they came into contact with opportunities, enemy belongings or other things, they would divide them up according to those closest to advancing in level with an affinity for such opportunities.

In this way, they had quickly overcome several days of challenges and more battles, accumulated more resources and moments of temporary seclusion without having to debate each of the possessions they had obtained so far.

Now the group was following Minos’ lead in search of Leger’s whereabouts, whom he believed it wouldn’t take them long to find.

Luckily, the group hadn’t had to fight any mid-level Supremes in the last few days. Nar and Wovar were being protected and carried by the group without having to worry about more companions ending up in their situation.

Meanwhile, as vengeful as Uzira’s tribes were, and they had already eliminated a few beings besides the worm and Jalgon, no large group or beings had tried to take revenge for their actions so far.

Today, on their nineteenth day in Uzira, Minos was following the tracks he had obtained from Jalgon’s interrogation, arriving at the place where the local native’s two captives had previously been.

Arriving at this spot, Abby frowned as she pointed toward a large tree. “Someone died right there a little while ago,” she said, feeling that this could be a bad sign for them.

“Do you think you can bring him back to life? Is his body still in the area?” Gloria asked her harem sister.

“Yes, his corpse was buried below the place of his death. I think we have a good chance of reviving him. He was only a Sovereign in life.” Abby confirmed, before seeing Minos nod for her to go ahead with this plan.

Stepping forward from the group, Abby activated her divine ability, causing the negative energy from where Brendan had died to move around her, growing even stronger as it was touched by the woman’s mana. Moments later, the ground opened up and a decomposing body left the place it had been buried, gradually recovering his body to a much better state than it had been in before his death.

Brendan recovered completely and soon opened his eyes, feeling his aura again at the peak of level 114, something strange for him, not only because he had died, but because he had been crippled before he died.

However, the rules of the living were different from those of the dead and Abby had guaranteed him a body at its physical and spiritual peak!