"Clan Leader, you're awake!" A surprise voice from the side pulled Bertel out of his thoughts.
Moving his still weak body, Bertel frowned at the orc by his side: "What time is it now?"
The orc shrank back slightly: "It's already the second day of your coma."
The second day!!!
Bertel immediately sat up and glared at the orc beside him: "How is the trade competition between tribes? Did our tribe lose?"
Bertel suddenly felt like he shouldn't have eaten all of the Beast God Fruit. He had been unconscious for such a long time due to the Watson Tribe's plot. Without a single evolved orc, it would be strange if the Gru Tribe could win.
The orc shook his head: "Don't worry, because of your coma, the Divine Tree Clan has postponed the start of the trade meeting until tomorrow."
After speaking, the orc left the tent and returned with a piece of tender beast meat for Bertel: "This is a Snow Beast hunted by our tribe today. You should eat some food first."
