Eight Years in the Beast World Chapter 7

I approached Damien with the cub in my arms.

Damien immediately detected my approach, narrowing his eyes at me:

"Female, what do you want?"

I pointed to the young snakes lying on the ground:

"They're sick. I can treat them."

At these words, all the surrounding snakes looked at me.

Damien's tail coiled around my waist:

"Is what you say true?"

With the system's assurance, I was fairly confident.

I nodded.

Immediately, voices erupted in discussion around us.

This was a major issue for their snake tribe. Every year at this time, seventy percent of newly hatched snakes died. Over the years, their tribe's new adult beast population had been steadily declining.

Reproduction was every tribe's most critical concern.

Damien stared at me:

"Your terms."

As expected of a snake king—straight to the point.

I held the cub and looked seriously at Damien:

"We have nowhere to go now. I hope we can stay with the snake tribe for a few days. Once I find a place to go, I'll leave immediately."

Damien didn't hesitate, immediately nodding in agreement.

He used his tail to lift me before the young snake.

"Treat it quickly. If you fail, I'll eat you."

I set down the cub, surprised by Damien's brutality.

However, to cure the young snakes, I needed to find a certain herb in the forest.

I took out my homemade paper and pen, drew an image of the herb, and handed it to Damien.

But seeing the paper and pen in my hands, he immediately fixed his gaze on me.

I paid no attention:

"This herb is key to treating the young snakes. Send people to search the forest for it immediately. The more, the better."

Damien glanced at me and immediately gave orders.

In less than half a day, hundreds of the herb were piled before me.

I crushed these herbs into juice and forced open each young snake's mouth to feed them.

Seeing my actions, all the snake people in the tribe watched me intently.

I could imagine that if anything happened to the young snakes, they'd immediately tear me apart.

Time passed slowly. Even the cub in my arms grew anxious.

Because the young snakes still showed no improvement.

I stroked the cub's head, my tone comforting:

"Don't you trust me? Try moving your leg now."

After trying, the cub looked at me in amazement.

It hadn't expected its leg to be responsive again with sensation returning.

Damien also stood to the side, studying me suspiciously, as he now knew my identity.

The paper and pen I'd produced earlier were specially made by me in the wolf tribe.

No other tribe had them—only the wolf tribe.

But they didn't utilize them well, not caring about such things.

However, some did pay attention, and one of them was the snake king Damien.

I didn't care whether he knew my identity. I no longer had any connection to the wolf tribe.

Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed:

"It moved! The snake moved!"

Everyone instantly looked at the young snakes.

Then, one after another, all the young snakes I'd fed the herbal medicine began to stir.

Seeing the young snakes come back to life, Damien also breathed a sigh of relief.

But the way he looked at me gradually changed.

I noticed, and an ominous feeling arose in my heart.