What they felt was mostly not the feeling of fullness after being fed.

Rather, the food consumed was far from sufficient to satisfy the persistent feeling of hunger.

So, after being abruptly interrupted while eating, the native savages quickly shifted their focus.

He then set his sights on the people who were pulling him back and trying to stop him from eating.

The eyes of these people, who appeared to be indigenous savages, who rushed out from the island, seemed to be glowing green.

He stared longingly at the people blocking his way.

It seemed that even if it meant his own death, he would tear a piece of flesh from the people in front of him.

They were like stray dogs that had been starving for a long time.

Such "small-scale chaos" is unfolding in more than a dozen places along the coast of the deserted island.

Moreover, the survivors did inflict fatal damage on these indigenous people during this process.

But they soon discovered that the wounds of these native savages seemed to heal very quickly, at an extremely rapid pace.

Upon realizing this, the survivors, who were suffering increasing injuries, quickly collapsed.

Although the flock of sheep has been temporarily organized, they are still a flock of sheep.

Although the number of wolves is small, they are still untamed and wild predators.

In this kind of hand-to-hand combat that is almost a matter of life and death.

Most of the survivors of the Oasis of the Sea were pampered nobles and upper-class individuals, and they did not have any advantage.

At this moment, people began to scatter and flee.

The indigenous savages, who acted as predators, seemed to have dispersed like sheep after the flock had broken apart.

Instead, they were able to locate the food they wanted to track more effectively.

It's like when sheep gather together.

They actually find it difficult to find the best one among all the sheep, or to distinguish the differences between them.

However, when the flock separates, they are able to accurately locate the two sheep that taste the best.

So at this point, I don't know why.

While a dozen or so indigenous savages chased after the people who had scattered and fled.

More than half of them came directly for Vivian and Fionn.

"Something's not right! Vivian, why are they all chasing after the two of us?"

"I don't know, don't say anything yet. Conserve your energy, run with me!"

They were being chased by several savages.

But Vivian was thinking that these people were definitely not the so-called native savages who were born and raised on this deserted island.

Putting aside what he had seen before, Vivian was certain that the island they were on now was the same one from three days ago.

Or, in other words, it is now seen as the island that suddenly emerged from the Devil's Sea four days ago.

Moreover, judging from the tattered but still recognizable clothing worn by those "indigenous savages," Vivian...

The other party was clearly just like them, a person from civilized society.

Based on the current situation, the most likely identities of these people are those who have heard that there is treasure on this island.

He then swiftly and fearlessly ventured into the Devil's Sea, attracting scholars, treasure hunters, and his colleagues who flocked to the area.

However, what's also strange is that—

Let's assume these people arrived at the Devil's Sea the moment news of the new island's emergence spread.

After experiencing something similar to what they went through, they were also thrown onto this deserted island.

Even if there is no food or fresh water on the island.

After being starved for "only" four days or so, have all of them become like this?

Or rather, why didn't their bodies become weak at all?

But why did they maintain such offensive power when facing people who had just arrived on the island?

At this moment, Vivian was multitasking.

Based on his experience as a bounty hunter.

Vivian was then leading Fionn on a purposeful escape through the woods of the deserted island.

After using this to shake off the several "wild men" who were relentlessly pursuing them.

Vivian quickly used the terrain in the woods to circle around behind them, making Fionn the bait for the time being.

Then he opened and closed his mouth at the necks of the last two savages who were still chasing them.

They twisted their necks in the process.

“Huh—huh—huh—”

Seeing that Vivian had finally dealt with the pursuers behind him, Fionnian put his hands on his knees and gasped for breath.

But at this moment, Vivian was quite aware of the importance of "finishing off" the enemy.

He disassembled the bodies of the two fallen "wild men" and removed their joints.

But Vivian still didn't stop what he was doing.

"Weiwen, what else do you want to do? Let's get out of here quickly!"

But Vivian did not heed Fionn's advice at this point.

He clearly wanted to conduct an experiment on the two fallen indigenous men.

At this moment, Vivian tore off a piece of skin from one of the men.

When the stained skin was forcibly torn off, some of the underlying fragments and flesh stuck to it.

But soon, under the gaze of Weaving and Fionn.

The wound seemed to be rapidly filled by some unseen substance, and it quickly healed completely.

It's like a sand pit that's been dug out, which can be quickly filled in.

Then, under Fionnant's horrified gaze...

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