At thid point a new concern surfaced – the challenge of securing sufficient food and, more critically, finding safe drinking water.

While Evan could manage food by hunting, the murky, almost black water of the Negro River posed a significant issue. He recoiled at the thought of even touching, let alone drinking, such water. As he weighed the dilemma of navigating through the dense Amazon, Evan realized that addressing the water scarcity issue would be crucial for his survival. How should he tackle this formidable obstacle in his quest to reach Manaus city?

Evan's eyes carefully surveyed the tribal village around the hut. It appeared typical but surprisingly small, with no more than twelve huts in view. However, the unsettling sight that caught his attention was the scattered bodies of humans, lying partially eaten in the vicinity. The grim scene revealed six lifeless forms, marking the brutality that had unfolded in this once-inhabited space. As Evan observed the somber aftermath, he grappled with the harsh reality of the perilous world he now navigated. 

As Evan contemplated the grim scene in the village, a realization struck him – if these villagers had been living here, there must be a source of water nearby. With determination, he began exploring the village, hoping to uncover clues about a water source.

However, as he ventured deeper, he stumbled upon the tragic sight of corpses, their pitiable state nearly inducing nausea. The harsh reality hit him harder as he noticed that the majority of the bodies belonged to women and children. Among the six, three were women, and two were children, intensifying the tragedy of the village.

Despite the somber discovery, Evan pressed on and examined some huts. To his relief, he discovered bottles made of tree logs, some cantaining water.

As Evan continued his exploration of the huts, he uncovered not only makeshift weapons like spears and axes but also the haunting remnants of a tragedy. The handles of these weapons were crafted from sturdy tree logs, while the tips were fashioned from stone. Recognizing their potential value, Evan carefully stored each weapon he found in his inventory, anticipating their potential use in the perilous journey ahead.

Having explored seven out of twelve huts, Evan approached the next one with a sense of trepidation. Upon entering, an overwhelming horror gripped him. His eyes trembled, and his legs momentarily weakened at the harrowing scene before him.

In the dim interior, seven lifeless children lay in a pitiable state, accompanied by two women and three adult men in even more distressing conditions. Among the haunting tableau were also the scattered corpses of four Razorlops, and the entire hut bore witness to a gruesome reality with its floors soaked in red blood. It felt as if a manifestation of hell itself had descended upon this once-inhabited space, leaving Evan to grapple with the stark brutality of his surroundings.

Evan rushed outside, instinctively covering his mouth to stave off the overwhelming urge to vomit. The gruesome sight within the hut had left an indelible mark on his psyche, an image he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried.

The haunting scenes of lifeless children, women, and men, along with the scattered corpses of Razorlops, continued to replay in his mind like a relentless nightmare. The sheer brutality of the tragedy weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't shake the profound sorrow that gripped his heart.

As Evan stood outside, his blood boiled with a mixture of grief and rage. The thought of those helpless children and the villagers who sacrificed themselves to protect them fueled a deep-seated hatred within him. The realization that the victims could have been someone's sons or daughters intensified his emotional turmoil.

The helplessness they must have felt in their final moments fueled Evan's determination to take a stand against the Razorlops. His initial encounters with these creatures had already ignited a spark of defiance, but now that spark had transformed into an unwavering flame of resolve.

Vowing to himself, Evan harbored a newfound determination to massacre any Razorlop that dared to cross his path. The hatred burning in his eyes was fueled by a sense of justice for the innocent lives lost and a commitment to make the Razorlops pay for their merciless actions.

With a heavy heart and a mind filled with righteous fury, Evan steeled himself for the challenges ahead, fueled not only by survival instincts but also by a deep-seated mission to avenge the fallen and protect those who remained vulnerable in this perilous world.

 In eerie harmony with Evan's seething rage, three Razorlops emerged on the outskirts of the village, their grotesque forms visible at a distance of nearly 200 meters. Unaware of Evan's looming presence, these creatures continued their grisly activities, providing him with a fitting target for his smoldering fury.

The creatures, immersed in their gruesome world, were yet to sense the impending storm that was about to descend upon them. As if fate itself conspired to amplify Evan's anger, the Razorlops remained oblivious to the vengeful force gathering against them.

' you motherfuckers are dead now '

With a steely resolve, Evan tightened his grip on his sword, the metal cool against his palm as he began striding purposefully toward the trio of Razorlops. His steps, initially deliberate, soon gained momentum, evolving into a determined walk. In a heartbeat, that measured pace transformed into a full-on sprint, his feet devouring the ground beneath him.

The newfound agility, a result of his strategic allocation of points, manifested in the remarkable speed at which Evan covered the distance. His movements were a blur as he closed the gap, his pace defying the norms of an average adult. With an agility stat of 9, nearly double that of an average person's 5, Evan moved with an almost supernatural swiftness.

In a fleeting moment, Evan covered nearly 50 meters, his agile strides propelling him with remarkable speed. However, the element of surprise was lost as the keen eyes of one Razorlop spotted him amidst the blurred motion. It was as if this particular creature had sensed his presence, its predatory instincts alert.

In an uncanny synchronization, the Razorlop immediately reacted, charging towards Evan with a newfound urgency. The creature's movement mirrored Evan's own, as if it had been actively searching for him. The air crackled with tension as the initial encounter unfolded.

The dynamic changed abruptly as the charging Razorlop caught the attention of its companions. Their heads turned in unison, a collective awareness dawning upon them. Like a domino effect, the other Razorlops, previously engrossed in their grisly activities, now redirected their focus.

The scene transformed into a chaotic symphony of motion as Evan, now the hunted, faced a convergence of Razorlops closing in on him. The primal instinct to pursue their prey overrode any other impulses, and with a menacing unity, the creatures charged towards the lone human who had dared to invade their territory.

Evan's strategic approach had inadvertently transformed the landscape into a battleground. As the distance between them diminished, the clash between human agility and Razorlop ferocity became imminent in this perilous dance of survival.