Chapter 2 The Old Man


    This place was not far from the road where he had fallen into a coma—during the battle in the forest, he could see that road, so Glenn had not lost his way.


    His vision was now blurry, now clear. He felt his body was as soft as a mollusk, and he strongly wanted to lie down and sleep on the spot.


    But from the memories of the original host, this place was extremely strange and terrifying. If he closed his eyes now, he might never open them again.


    The sky had completely darkened, with only a full moon quietly hanging in the night sky. Although the moonlight spilled down to illuminate the path ahead, Glenn did not feel the slightest bit at ease.


    A tattered road sign was crookedly stuck by the roadside, on which was written in the common language of the human race in this world: Bayek.


    This was the "good place" chosen by the original host, Dylan.


    At that time, Dylan thought he was very lucky to have bought such a cheap house and secretly felt proud for a while.


    Only when he followed the homeowner to this town did he start to feel a little something was off.


    Glenn’s face was pale as he crossed past the road sign. A cool breeze blew, causing the sign to emit a few hoarse creaking sounds.


    I hope there are no monsters tonight… Glenn prayed in his heart.


    Flipping through the memories, ever since the original host moved into this town, every night he would always hear some strange sounds that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.


    Several times, it seemed like there was something scraping against his window.


    Because of this, the original host had not slept well for several days.


    The night in Bayek Town was extremely silent, a silence that was stifling.


    Glenn tried his best not to make a sound, slowly walking on the road paved with stone slabs.


    Tall weeds grew between the gaps of the stone slabs, making the place look very desolate.


    He had to endure pain while remaining vigilant against potential dangers all around—Glenn’s spirit was extremely exhausted.


    Finally, he saw his house. It was located between two large houses, with vegetation climbing up the exterior walls, looking so shabby compared to the neighbors.


    The original host, Dylan, had bought a two-story civilian house, which came with a garden and a dilapidated warehouse that was barely bigger than a doghouse.


    I’ve finally arrived… Glenn felt a surge of joy in his heart and quickened his steps.


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    Woof! Woof! Woof!


    Suddenly, several frenzied barks rang out, nearly scaring the soul out of Glenn.


    In such a quiet night, suddenly hearing such a loud noise would startle anyone.


    He turned his head to look and saw that it was a robust bulldog, its eyes shining with a fierce light as it bared its teeth and barked at him.


    This was the dog raised by the neighbor next door, whose owner was a tall old man. The old man liked to bully the original host on a regular basis. Not only did he have a strange temper, but he also often went into the original host’s house to take things, whether the original host saw him or not, as if those things were his own.


    This bulldog also relied on its master’s power and often chased the original host to bite him, tearing apart several sets of his clothes.


    Although the original host had been a spoiled youth in the past, after the acident in his family, his mindset had changed a lot. Moreover, the old man was clearly stronger than him, someone the original host, Dylan, could not resist.


    In addition, the old man often carried a shotgun, so the original host did not dare to act rashly even more.


    Glenn stopped in his tracks, looking coldly at the bulldog as his right hand already reached for his dagger.


    The bulldog suddenly sniffed strongly in the air, and excitement appeared in its dog eyes.


    It had smelled the scent of blood.


    After a few low growls, it licked its teeth and approached Glenn.


    Noticing the bulldog’s change, Glenn did not move from his spot, his right hand already tightly gripping the dagger.


    He could see that this beast wanted to eat human flesh today! So he could not hold back either.


    Perhaps because it was used to bullying Dylan, the bulldog had no awe towards humans at all and continued to approach. When it was only two meters away, it suddenly pounced!


    Glenn reacted quickly. As his body sidestepped to the side, the dagger cut through a perfect arc like a crescent moon, accurately stabbing into the bulldog’s neck.


    The man and the dog passed by each other. Glenn’s steps were unsteady, nearly causing him to fall, while the dog fell to the ground,twitching non-stop.


    Glenn was surprised to find that although his spirit was still listless, his strength had recovered a lot.


    He had originally thought he would directly collapse, but he had actually managed to steady himself.


    Not bothering to care about the reason, Glenn did not even glance at the howling vicious dog on the ground. He directly walked into the courtyard of his house and took out the key from under a stone to open the door and enter.


    There was a musty smell in the house, but it was not strong.


    At this moment, Glenn had no intention of looking at the furnishings here; he only wanted to rest.


    He closed the door, stepped onto the wooden stairs, and without stopping, rushed towards his bedroom.


    The moment he pushed open the bedroom door, he directly fell onto the bed that was still relatively soft.


    His tense nerves finally relaxed, and his consciousness began to blur…


    He did not know how long he had slept. In a half-asleep, half-awake state, Glenn felt a strong hunger in his stomach, which made him extremely uncomfortable. However, he had no desire to get up at all.


    He was too exhausted, to the point that even such hunger could not pull him out of bed.


    And just as his consciousness was about to fall back into sleep, he seemed to hear the sound of some creature gnawing.


    Outside the bedroom window.


    The bright moon shone its light into the bedroom, and a thin, tall figure swayed outside the window.


    A thin forelimb slowly scraped the wall, emitting a faint, sharp scraping sound. Clearly, this creature had claws…


    The next day.


    Glenn was awakened by the intense hunger.


    The moment he opened his bloodshot eyes, he jumped out of bed. After getting some rest, his spirit was no longer as exhausted as it had been the day before, but only the hunger continued to torture him.


    Glenn had never experienced such a feeling of hunger. It almost destroyed his reason, making him want to stuff everything into his stomach.


    He rushed out of the bedroom and directly headed for the kitchen, remembering that the original host had left some leftover food and ingredients.


    After a burst of noise, Glenn had rummaged through the kitchen completely.


    Whether it was leftover food, raw vegetables, or even moldy food, he wolfed it all down, and that terrifying hunger only eased a little.


    What on earth is going on? Logically speaking, even if he had only been hungry for a day and night, it shouldn’t have made him this starved. Glenn sat on the messy kitchen floor, frowning deeply.


    He still felt very hungry. I must eat something more… After sitting for a while, Glenn got up.


    He suddenly let out a “huh” because he found that his body seemed to have become much stronger. When he got up, he felt extremely powerful.


    Glenn touched his arm and could feel that his muscles seemed to have become very firm, and they were even a circle bigger than the original host’s had been before.


    Could this be because of my transmigration here? Is the cheat ability physical enhancement? Glenn didn’t have the mind to think too much now. Finding something to eat was the top priority, so he temporarily put aside his doubts.


    He searched the house again but did not find any more food that could be eaten, which made Glenn very distressed.


    Do I have to go outside the town to buy food? Glenn sat on the sofa in the living room, thinking.


    There were no places for trading in this town at all. The residents of Bayek all went out to other places to trade.


    If he wanted to obtain resources, he had to go to another town, but the distance was not close—usually, people would leave early in the morning and return late at night.


    The balance in his pocket was also not much… Just as Glenn was torn, he heard a familiar voice shouting from outside.


    “Torre! Torre! My honey， where did you go?”


    It was the old man’s voice. Torre was the name of that dog.


    When Glenn heard this voice, he suddenly smiled…