Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 15 Breakfast is very important

Du Yi should have slept a little longer.

Perhaps because he ate too much while he was awake, his molting took an unexpectedly long time this time—but that was fine for Du Yi, since he had never calculated how long it would take for him to molt once.

Besides, this kind of thing doesn't require calculation; he just needs to get a good night's sleep and wait for the new skin to form.

But this time, his sleep was interrupted.

It felt like something had crawled into his nostrils, and a gust of hot air had even blown in. He had originally planned to just ignore it and continue sleeping, since similar things had happened before—but this time, the hot air just kept going, and it was even burning hot.

So, under the constant itching, Du Yi tilted his head back and sneezed.

After sneezing, Du Yi couldn't fall asleep. Although he was still a little sleepy, the fog in his mind didn't stop him from taking a look around. It was this turn of his head that caused some stones to fall off his head.

"Looks like I slept for a while... I remember that I was only covered with dirt before."

Du Yi's gaze followed the stones downwards.

Then he saw several figures lying on the ground.

The figures were all dressed in neatly sewn robes, each made from the skin of a saber-toothed tiger or cave bear. The style of these clothes was rugged yet exquisite, and even in Du Yi's eyes, their design was quite remarkable.

But now, these clothes are covered in vomited blood, and the person wearing them has already turned white-eyed and is completely dead.

"Ah this."

After glancing at the wounds on the corpses, Du Yi roughly knew the cause of death of these people.

His sneeze just now seemed a bit too forceful.

This single sneeze actually killed all of them.

Fortunately, one person seemed to have survived the blow, but his attire was quite different from the others—compared to the well-dressed corpses, the man, dressed only in animal skins, truly resembled a savage.

Furthermore, the animal hides on his body looked as if they had been singed by fire, turning them pitch black, like charcoal.

But this wild man was the one with the strongest vitality. Not only did he survive, but he even raised his head and looked at him.

Judging from his trembling appearance, he was clearly terrified.

"Sigh, I remember telling the Radiant One a long time ago not to let cowards in, it was for their own good... Did the Radiant One not tell his son?"

Shaking his head, Du Yi stopped thinking about these questions. After all, he couldn't think seriously about them right now—he had just woken up and was still hungry, so anything he came up with under these circumstances was bound to be bad.

Following his usual practice, Du Yi planned to fill his stomach first, then stretch his body before engaging in any thoughtful matters.

So he pulled his entire body out of the ground, which naturally caused another earthquake. However, the fallen trees saved Du Yi some work in finding fuel.

"Then it's about finding a few mammoths... How many mammoths can I eat in one meal now?"

With that in mind, Du Yi headed deep into the mountains to begin his hunt.

Behind him, the young savage covered in animal skins also forced himself to stand up and followed.

The young Ignis gripped the bone knife tightly in his hand; for a moment, he thought he was dead.

When he was trapped in the cave by flames and his body was being scorched by the heat, he thought his life was probably over. But with a sudden gust of wind and a dizzying sensation, he actually survived the earthquake.

Yes, he survived. Not only did he survive the scorching flames, but even those who came to hunt him down, those royal mages, all fell to the ground, turning into corpses scattered everywhere.

"What... happened?"

The young Ignis looked on in disbelief; it all seemed like a dream to him.

It was clearly a deadly trap, but in the blink of an eye, it was all resolved?
"Could it be that I am actually dead now? Was all of this just a hallucination I had before I died?"

The young Ignis once thought so.

But then he learned the reason for it all.

Simply because he saw the enormous snake head overlooking the entire world.

"This……"

Under the gaze of those vertical pupils, the young Ignis felt as small as an ant, as small as a flea!

"After all, this is the great serpent god."

The young Ignis took a deep breath.

How could the great Serpent God not remember? After all, every year during the coldest part of winter, the royal family would send out magicians to collect offerings from every household to the Serpent God. Although they were nominally offerings to the Serpent God, the young Ignis had heard some rumors from his comrades on the northern battlefield, saying that those offerings were not actually offered to the Serpent God, but were instead moved into the royal family's treasury.

Does the Snake God really exist? Nobody knows. After all, all they can hear are the legends passed down from ancient times. Nobody has ever actually come into contact with the Snake God, or even seen it from afar.

But, now...

"The Serpent God...it's actually real!"

His eyes lit up.

So, after casually snatching a bloodstained robe from the corpse, the young Ignis followed the giant serpent's path.

He wanted to seek help from the serpent god. If it was the serpent god, it would surely be able to help him. As long as the serpent god was willing to pardon him, even royalty could no longer call him a deserter or a poacher. He could even tell the serpent god about the evil deeds committed by those magicians on the front lines, so that the serpent god could severely punish those traitors and his comrades would not have died in vain.

"But if you want the snake god to help you... just talking about it won't work."

Perhaps because they felt a little safer now, the young Ignis people had regained some of their rational thinking.

"We still need to find some prey to use as offerings... just like the annual harvest festival."

With that in mind, the young Ignis found a sturdy branch, then tied his bone knife to it, making a makeshift spear.

After that, he followed the footprints on the ground and chased after a saber-toothed tiger in the distance.

(End of this chapter)