My Guardian System: The Trader

Normal humans could last 3-5 days without water. On the other hand, Ex-humans could last half a month. However, half a month without water can cause damage to their senses. In the following days, if nothing would get done to quench the thirst, the situation would only get worst.

After loitering inside the labyrinth for half a month and without water, Jem Hansen found himself in a state of losing his sanity.

His throat was dry, and his mind was murky. Even the call of his partner, the trader, was useless now.

He was like a monster himself, at the very moment. He was treading the foggy, chilly region of the labyrinth through instinct alone, following the noise of water droplets that occasionally tickled his ears.

However, no matter how far he walked, it seemed as though he never reached his destination.

Although he was in a state of losing his mind, he was moving along the path with his instinct screaming for survival. Once he perceived a danger ahead of him, he would turn around and take another route.

Jem's figure at the moment was comparable to a walking zombie the way he was walking and the ghastly feature that bloodied all over.

The blood that dried on his body surface was both his and from the beasts he killed.

With his bloodshot eyes peeking under his bangs, he looked so scary that even the low-level beast would run away when they saw him. If some people saw his current figure, surely, they would be pissing their pants in fright.

Jem arrived at an area where bushes grew tall, nearly at the level of his shoulders. If only he had a clear mind at the moment, Jem would certainly ask whether he was outside already.

It was bright, like a cloudy day. On top of that, it was spacious. But because of the fog, it's hard to say its wideness.

It is even hard to perceive the ceiling. Who knows how high it was.

Water~ water~ water~

He repeatedly muttered the word in a hoarse voice.

Suddenly, something leaped out from the bushes and was going for Jem.

It must be attempting to tackle him, who intruded the creature's territory. This type of creature was known as the Territorial Beast. This type of beast was comparable to a jealous girlfriend.

They were so possessive of their territory that they would attack on the spot whenever a foreign creature stepped in.

Rawr!

Growl the beast with small features, but had yellowish furious predator's eyes. It had jet black fluffy furs that stood like an angry cat all over its petite figure. Jem, who was moving through instinct, waved his hand to slap aside the nuisance.

With the brief groaning noise, the creature with the size of as big as a cat vanished in the bushes after Jem hit it and sent it back.

But Jem stopped on his feet. Although he was yet to regain his consciousness, his survival instinct was screaming for danger.

He could perceive a high-speed creature moving in a circle around him. It was the Territorial Beast just now. It moves swiftly in the bushes.

Jem slightly raised his hands to both sides, seemingly ready for the worst.

Although he was yet to regain his bearings, Jem's intuition was screaming for survival.

The beast used its agility to confuse the intruder. After a few rotations from the intruder, it was finally ready to attack once again.

It was so quick that it seemed like it was a shadow only.

However, even with his current state Jem was able to catch it. In this state, while most of his senses did not function well, his perception was so high. And so his reaction time.