After the battle, night fell, and Charles Kawalsky and the others gathered for a lively dinner, enjoying large pots of food and wine.
Even M'Batu, who had remained tense throughout, finally relaxed and joined the celebration. It was the first time most of the Jabari tribe had ever tasted alcohol, so many of them quickly passed out.
As the banquet came to an end, those who weren't drunk helped carry the others back to their tents. Charles also retired for the night, but not before checking on the mines and bear traps he had set earlier around the camp as a precaution.
With such a large group in the snowy mountains, they were likely to attract wild animals. To prevent unnecessary casualties, Charles placed landmines 100 meters away from the camp every night. He also specifically instructed the Jabari tribe to stay within 30 steps of the camp after dark.
Fortunately, the Jabari were not inclined to venture far, even for toilet breaks, preferring to relieve themselves behind the tents. This minimized the risk of accidents.
But tonight was different. During the day, the tribe held a lively boxing championship in the camp and lit a bonfire at night, attracting unexpected visitors.
A group of ninjas, who had been hunting for Charles, had been pursued relentlessly by the white apes for nearly a months. Unable to outrun the apes in a straight line, they resorted to running in circles. Their hiding place was less than 20 kilometers from Charles' camp, and during this time, they lived a miserable existence.
With no food or warm clothing, they survived by eating moss, catching mice and insects, and eating them raw to stave off starvation. Their clothes, soaked in sweat, had dried into stiff, foul-smelling rags.
This was manageable for a short time, as they had been trained to endure such conditions. However, the seemingly endless snow-capped mountains and the long-term deprivation were beginning to break them. They had already exhausted all sources of food within a ten-mile radius. If they ventured further, they risked encountering the dreaded white apes again.
Hungry, cold, and with no hope of escape, their sanity began to fray. They started eyeing their companions with predatory intent.
The dire situation could have escalated into something even more desperate, but then a glimmer of hope appeared. A ninja on lookout duty spotted a bonfire in the distance. Using binoculars, he confirmed that there were indeed people in the forest about twenty kilometers away. Excited, he woke his companions, and they prepared to approach the camp for reconnaissance.
They guessed that this was the Jabari tribe, and seeing their prey so close after such a long search, the ninjas were determined not to let this opportunity slip away.
The mines that Charles had set around the camp were designed to deter wild animals, so they weren't hidden very well. To the well-trained ninjas, these mines were as obvious as the bald head of their leader.
Upon discovering the mines, they quickly deduced that such sophisticated traps couldn't have been set by a primitive tribe. They suspected that Charles Kawalsky, the target they had been pursuing, was also here.
The five remaining ninjas quietly dispersed, erasing their tracks before climbing into the trees to observe the camp.
By now, the party was winding down. The Jabari were returning to their tents, leaving behind steaming pots of food and inviting shelters. The ninjas, hungry and cold, were tempted to rush down, eat their fill, and sleep in the warm tents. But with the Jabari still awake, they held back, waiting for the right moment.
When the Jabari finally settled in for the night, and Charles retreated to his tent, the ninjas decided to strike.
One ninja was sent to Charles' tent, while the others quietly entered the Jabari tents, slitting throats and killing those who were sleeping.
It was a silent massacre. Many Jabari lost their lives without even waking up.
The ninja assigned to kill Charles was extremely skilled. He silently cut a slit in Charles' tent and crept up to his bed. The dagger in his hand, blackened to avoid reflection, struck like a snake, aiming directly for Charles' eye.
If successful, the blade would pierce through Charles' eye into his brain, killing him instantly.
Charles, who had been sound asleep, suddenly felt a jolt of terror, as though a great hand was squeezing his heart. He awoke instantly, his body's instincts kicking in, and rolled off the bed, knocking the ninja over.
There was no time for fear. By the light of the moon filtering through the torn tent, Charles saw the ninja and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't M'Batu betraying him, he could handle it.
The ninja, quick to recover, drew his sword and struck at Charles. But Charles, with lightning speed, sidestepped and grabbed the ninja's wrist. With a powerful squeeze, he crushed the bones as though they were nothing more than brittle biscuits.
With two swift kicks to the ninja's knees, Charles shattered the kneecaps, causing the assassin to collapse. He then crushed the ninja's shoulder blades, rendering him completely immobile, before dislocating his jaw to prevent any chance of suicide via poison.
Just as Charles finished dealing with the ninja, a loud shout pierced the night: "Enemy attack!"
One of the Jabari had woken up to relieve himself and, smelling blood, immediately realized something was wrong. His instinctive shout alerted everyone in the camp.
The ninjas, realizing their cover was blown, quickly threw a dart, silencing the man who had sounded the alarm, and began attacking the remaining Jabari in a frenzy.
The Jabari, groggy and disoriented, struggled to find their weapons in the crowded tents. In desperation, they rushed outside to fight in the open, but in the chaos, more Jabari fell.
Charles, now fully alert, ran outside to find M'Batu, who had also been awakened by the noise. They watched as their companions stumbled out of the tents, but it was clear that only about twenty of them were left. More than a dozen Jabari had died in the ambush.
Charles stopped M'Batu, who was ready to charge back into the tent, and went in alone to assess the situation.
Inside, he found the bodies of the Jabari scattered across the ground. Their throats had been cut, and blood pooled on the floor, filling the air with the stench of death.
No sooner had Charles fully entered the tent than two ninjas dropped from the roof, their swords slicing towards him. At the same time, two more ninjas, hidden among the bodies, attacked from the ground, one slashing at his lower back while the other aimed for his legs.
With no way to defend against all four attacks, Charles did the only thing he could. He dove forward, rolling along the ground, but immediately felt a burning pain in his hands.
The ninjas had laid a trap, covering the ground with poisoned kunai. The forward roll, which had seemed like a way out, was a deadly ruse.
Charles quickly pulled out the kunai embedded in his hands. The poison had already blackened the area around the wounds, and even the blood oozing from them was dark. He felt dizzy, realizing the poison was more potent than he had anticipated. His body's cells were struggling to metabolize the toxins.
Seeing that Charles was still alive, the four ninjas moved in for the kill, swords ready to sever his head.
Charles, feeling his strength draining, knew he was in a dire situation. But he still had one last trick up his sleeve.
With a flick of his wrist, two pistols appeared in his hands, seemingly out of nowhere. Without hesitation, he pulled the triggers.
The ninjas, shocked by the sudden appearance of the guns, hesitated. In that moment of hesitation, Charles fired four shots in quick succession. The bullets struck the ninjas, killing them instantly.
Their bodies collapsed to the ground, disbelief etched on their faces. Even in death, their eyes seemed to ask how Charles had conjured the pistols and why he had broken the unspoken rules of their deadly game.
Charles, unfazed, simply raised his pistols, ready to finish the job...
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After taking down the four ninja teams, Charles Kawalsky collapsed to the ground. The poisons carried by the ninjas were no small matter, and Charles had to quietly wait for his body to process the toxins.
Fortunately, his body's current resistance was incredibly strong. If he survived this time, his body would produce antigens, and he wouldn't be easily affected by this type of poison in the future.
When M'Batu outside heard the gunfire, he assumed that Charles had taken care of the problem.
But when he entered the tent and saw the gruesome scene of his dead tribesmen and Charles lying on the ground, his heart sank.
It's not unusual for the scouting team to suffer casualties, but all the team's supplies were with Charles. If he didn't make it, the entire team might be doomed.
M'Batu rushed over, noticing the large drops of sweat falling from Charles's forehead and his abnormally high body temperature. Quickly, M'Batu helped Charles up.
"Brother, are you okay?" M'Batu asked nervously. Seeing that Charles was still alive, he felt relieved but also too embarrassed to ask him for supplies, just in case.
Charles gritted his teeth. "I'll be fine. Just give me two minutes."
At that moment, the cells in Charles's body were undergoing rapid metabolism and division. He needed a substantial amount of energy intake to replenish the energy consumed by the cell metabolism and the hunger it caused.
"Step back a bit," Charles said to M'Batu, and with a thought, he retrieved a large piece of bloody beef from his pocket space.
He had brought this from the outside world, and since time stood still in his pocket space, the food remained fresh.
Charles grabbed the raw, bloody beef and started eating it right away. His enhanced body had improved in all aspects, including his teeth, which were now strong enough to chew through beef bones as easily as celery.
So, even though it was raw beef, Charles chewed it with the ease of eating tofu skin.
The hunger caused by his cell metabolism made the beef in his mouth taste sweet and delicious. He finished the five-pound piece of beef in a minute.
Watching Charles eat with relish, M'Batu couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
The Jabari tribe often hunted in the wild, and during expeditions like this, they weren't always able to eat cooked meat.
Just like on this scouting trip, if it weren't for Charles's ample supply of gas, fire was difficult in a snow mountain, they might only have been able to eat cooked food once every few days.
So, seeing Charles eating raw meat wasn't strange to M'Batu. Instead, he envied how much Charles seemed to enjoy it.
Watching him eat, M'Batu felt his mouth watering and couldn't help but want to take a bite himself to see if it was as delicious as it looked.
Not satisfied with just the beef, Charles took out a large piece of cream cake. The cream was made from milk, and it tasted sweet, soft, and not greasy.
After devouring the cake, Charles felt a great relief from his hunger.
Charles let out a long breath. His body had completely metabolized the poison, and his energy had been greatly replenished. If it weren't for the inappropriate time, he would have loved to grab some toilet paper and find a spot in the woods for a bit of relief.
Looking at the dozen corpses lying around, Charles couldn't help but feel a bit solemn.
These people had been happily partying with him just moments ago, and now they were nothing but cold corpses, victims of a few unidentified ninjas.
M'Batu's expression remained as stoic as ever, but his eyes betrayed deep helplessness.
"An assassin came into my tent. I left him alive. Let's go find out who they are and what their purpose is," Charles said to M'Batu.
"Okay, I want to see who our enemy is and why they killed my people for no reason." There was a cold edge to M'Batu's voice. It was clear that if he found out who the enemy was, he would show no mercy.
As soon as M'Batu and Charles stepped out of the tent, Luba and others from another tent surrounded them. "Who is the enemy? Is it the White Ape?"
"The enemy is human. Charles was also targeted, but he captured one of them alive. We're going to interrogate him to find out who our enemy is and show them the strength of the Jabari tribe," M'Batu said with emotion.
"Show them our strength!" Everyone echoed, their fighting spirit high.
At that moment, a roar echoed from outside, startling everyone. Charles recognized the sound—it was the activation of the mines they had placed outside.
A mournful ape cry followed, with more cries from all directions, as if the apes were mourning a loss.
"Form up!" M'Batu quickly ordered.
The remaining Jabari warriors formed into groups of five, standing back-to-back in a circle, warily watching the surroundings to prevent an ambush by the apes.
Charles quickly retrieved guns and ammunition and distributed them to the team. These advanced thermal weapons greatly boosted the confidence of the Jabari warriors. With guns in hand, they felt they could take on even the Ape King.
The apes in the woods were getting closer, and their cries, coming from all directions, were unnerving. The Jabari warriors became increasingly vigilant.
With a low growl, the cries of the apes gradually subsided. Everyone knew this was the calm before the storm. The humans collectively took a deep breath, preparing to face the impending attack from the White Ape clan.
A tall white ape suddenly leaped from the trees, roaring at the humans before diving into Charles's tent and dragging out the struggling Japanese ninja.
In front of everyone, the tall white ape tore off the ninja's limbs and then ripped off his head amidst the ninja's screams, blood pouring from his body.
After this gruesome act, the white ape roared to the sky and beat its chest in anger. One of these ninjas had killed its child, and it was determined to kill every human dressed like them to avenge its loss.
There were still a few humans dressed like that, and the white ape's fury had not yet subsided.
Seeing the white ape's rage towards the ninjas, Charles dragged the bodies of the four ninjas out of the tent.
Upon seeing the corpses, the white ape stepped forward and smashed the remaining halves of their heads, despite them already being dead. It then roared to the sky as if it had been avenged.
A roar echoed from the woods, shaking the snow from the trees.
After hearing this, the white ape turned around and returned to the woods.
Charles remarked, "You've avenged yourself, and now you're just leaving? This white ape seems quite reasonable."
"No, this is just the beginning of the war," M'Batu said to Charles.
After the roar from the woods, something stirred within M'Batu. It was the genetic awakening of the first-generation ape in his bloodline, allowing him to understand the meaning of the ape's roar deep in the forest—it was the signal to start the war.
Hearing M'Batu's words, Charles immediately took out a submachine gun. He wasn't about to engage in a physical fight with the White Ape clan.
After thousands of years of development, humans had created powerful thermal weapons, and they were not just meant for show; they were meant to be used.
M'Batu was here to obtain the flesh and blood of the Ape King to strengthen himself, not to let his tribesmen die.
So, M'Batu didn't bother with any foolish notions about his people fighting hand-to-hand with the tall and fierce white apes to defend the honor of their ancestors.
The ordinary Jabari warriors had no objections. They would rather shoot the white apes from a distance with submachine guns—safe and effective. They were more than happy to do so.
With a roar, the battle was about to begin.
The group of white apes didn't foolishly charge forward. Instead, they hurled stones at the Jabari warriors from a distance, much like ordinary monkeys.
The difference was that the stones they threw were the size of basins. If one hit, it would break bones and cause serious injuries.
Seeing this, Charles cursed internally. These white apes had no sense of martial ethics. Instead of charging to their deaths, they opted to throw stones from a distance.
Luckily, the Jabari warriors were equipped with vibranium weapons, which could be used for both offense and defense. Each group of five thrust their vibranium spears diagonally into the ground, forming a protective cage around them.
The vibranium spears absorbed the impact of the flying stones, successfully withstanding the barrage.
As for Charles, dealing with this kind of attack was even simpler. His pocket space had two methods of storing items.
One method required Charles to touch the object. If the object didn't resist, it could be stored in the space. This generally only worked with inanimate objects.
The other method allowed him to store objects within a one-meter radius without touching them. However, the entire object had to be within this range; if even a part of it wasn't, it couldn't be stored.
Charles used the second method to store all the stones within a meter around him into his pocket space.
After the first wave of attacks ended, the Jabari warriors had suffered no casualties.
Charles shook his hands, and the Thompson submachine gun in his grip morphed into a 98k rifle. He aimed at a shadow in the treetops in the distance and fired. The shadow fell.
Charles had taken his lack of martial ethics to the extreme. The bullet he used was a DUM bullet, ensuring that the target would not survive.
After the dark figure fell to the ground, the Ape King, who had remained hidden until now, seemed to realize that his forces would not gain any advantage by attacking from a distance. He ordered his troops to spread out and prepare for a close-quarters battle with this group.
However, it was unfortunate for them that they were mere beasts, unaware of the terror modern weaponry could unleash.
If only seven or eight men armed with firearms faced these white apes, they would likely be killed by the stones the apes hurled before even catching sight of them.
Even without the stone-throwing, these white apes could rely on their terrifying speed, thick skin, and powerful muscles to break through the soldiers' firepower and tear them apart.
But the firepower network formed by fifty soldiers wielding Thompson submachine guns was something even Captain America without shield would have to reckon with.
The bullets fired by fifty submachine guns tore through surroundings, the sound deafening as trees in the distance toppled like straw harvested by a sickle.
Even a herd of elephants would have fled from such overwhelming firepower, let alone a group of white apes.
The once-arrogant white apes fled the camp in panic. Had their king stood before Charles Kawalsky, he would have unleashed a mortar, reminding the beast that times had changed.
Since the invention of firearms, claws and teeth were no longer the most efficient killing tools. No known creature could withstand the barrage of gunfire. And if it could, then the solution was simple: increase the caliber.
One white ape, perhaps the bravest or simply the most foolhardy, broke from the pack and charged toward a group of Jabari warriors. In mid-air, it was enveloped by a dense net of fire, dozens of tongues of flame licking its body. The ape's fur, flesh, and blood vanished before it could even cry out. The beast, once over two meters tall, fell lifeless to the ground, its body reduced to mere fragments.
This conflict began with the Jabari tribe as the aggressors. The White Ape tribe only fought back to repel the invaders. If one had to choose sides, the Jabari were undoubtedly the villains in this scenario.
But in war, victory is the only measure of success, regardless of who is right or wrong.
Had the Jabari, armed only with vibranium weapons, faced the ape king and his horde of white apes, their chances of victory would have been slim. But with Charles Kawalsky providing them with guns and ammunition, the battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
As another of their kin fell, the fleeing white apes halted their retreat. Some of the larger, clearly male, apes began to counterattack, charging toward the camp.
In the distance, female apes holding their cubs howled in pain, watching their mates rush into the death-filled camp, only to be mercilessly mowed down by gunfire.
They hesitated, wanting to turn and fight, but the king's roar echoed across the sky, and they clutched their cubs tightly, fleeing into the depths of the snow-capped mountains without looking back.
On a peak east of the camp, a five-meter-tall white-haired gorilla beat its chest and roared. Its pure white fur was free of any blemish, and it exuded an aura of majesty and intimidation.
The giant ape lifted a ten-ton boulder and hurled it from a fifty-meter cliff. The boulder followed a parabolic trajectory, landing squarely on a group of five Jabari warriors. Even with vibranium weapons, the force of the boulder pinned the spears to the ground like nails.
The five Jabari were crushed beneath the rock, their bodies unrecognizable. Only the blood spattered around the boulder indicated that five living beings once stood there.
Before the Jabari could mourn, the white-haired gorilla leaped down from the mountain, killing three more of them. Its roar sent shockwaves through the air, causing two nearby Jabari to collapse, bleeding from their orifices.
In less than a minute, only twenty of the original hundred Jabari remained.
The white apes were not faring much better. Out of their hundred-strong population, only about thirty were mature enough to be considered combatants.
Already, seven or eight of these ordinary white apes had died before even reaching the Jabari. The ape king, seeing his tribe decimated, finally joined the fray.
Neither side had gained much from the battle thus far, but both had suffered significant losses.
With the arrival of the ape king, the firepower from Charles Kawalsky's side diminished. As the king drew most of the fire, the other white apes found opportunities to attack.
The five-meter-tall ape king became the primary target for the Jabari, who fired relentlessly at him with their submachine guns.
But something shocking happened. The bullets that struck the ape king had little effect. The massive beast continued to advance, seemingly impervious to the bullets, which only singed its fur and left red welts on its skin—no blood, no sign of real injury.
Seeing this, Charles Kawalsky discarded his gun, grabbed a mortar, and shouted, "Take cover!"
The Jabari hit the ground, hands on their heads and ears, as a cannonball soared toward the ape king.
The mortar struck the ape king directly, sending him flying. Charles Kawalsky saw that the massive creature was not blown to pieces by the explosion.
When the ordinary white apes saw their king blasted away, they paused, howling anxiously.
Both sides waited nervously, watching the steam rise from where the ape king had stood.
A thunderous roar shattered the tension, and to the humans' dismay, the roar was still full of vigor and rage. The steam cleared, revealing the towering figure of the ape king.
It roared at the sky, steam billowing around it. The ape king's once-white fur was now charred, its chest embedded with shrapnel from the mortar. Scarlet blood trickled down its darkened chest, leaving twisted trails like earthworms.
Charles Kawalsky was stunned. While the ape king's defense wasn't on par with the Hulk, it was far stronger than his own. A mortar strike had merely wounded it; even a pistol at close range would have easily killed Charles.
The surrounding white apes, seeing their king still standing tall, roared in unison and charged the remaining Jabari, sparking another brutal clash.
Charles Kawalsky fired another round from the mortar at the ape king. He had plenty of ammunition, and as long as the beast bled, he was determined to kill it with sheer firepower.
But this time, the ape king did not take the hit passively. As the cannonball flew toward it, the ape king caught it mid-air with lightning speed and hurled it back at Charles.
Charles shouted in alarm. With no time to dodge, he opened his portable space, sucking in the surrounding objects. Just as the cannonball was about to strike, he successfully absorbed it into his space.
In a stroke of bad luck, Charles had subconsciously stored the cannonball alongside his other weapons. Though time usually stood still in his portable space, there were exceptions.
When Charles used himself as a medium to absorb objects, time in the space remained frozen. But when he absorbed objects within a meter of him, a one-way entrance formed between the space and the outside world, causing time to flow—and the cannonball exploded inside his space.
The blast detonated all the ammunition Charles had stored, wiping out his entire arsenal.
The only silver lining was that Charles had separated his vibranium supply from the ammunition and food. The violent explosion didn't breach the vibranium barrier, so his food stores were untouched.
Having dealt with the artillery threat, Charles picked up a vibranium weapon, ready to face the ape king.
Just as he was about to engage, M'Batu intervened, stopping him. Charles looked at M'Batu, puzzled.
"I want to fight this ape king to honor my ancestors. I ask that you not interfere and allow me this opportunity. In the meantime, help the others deal with the remaining white apes," M'Batu said.
Charles stepped back immediately. His goal was the flesh and blood of the white apes. Whether he killed it or M'Batu did, there was no way M'Batu could finish such a massive creature on his own.
So, Charles turned his attention to the other white apes.
Initially, the fifty Jabari warriors had easily defeated ordinary white apes with their superior firepower. But the ape king's strength exceeded everyone's expectations.
Now, with their ammunition running low and half their manpower gone, the Jabari were barely holding their own against the white apes.
In a one-on-one fight, the Jabari were no match for the white apes. Even with vibranium weapons, it took two Jabari to hold off a single white ape, and three to kill one.
But now, in one-on-one combat, the Jabari were at a severe disadvantage. In less than two minutes, half of the remaining Jabari were dead or wounded, while only two white apes had sustained injuries. Luba and Duma fought valiantly against the white apes.
The other Jabari fought alone, struggling to survive. Even Luba and Duma had deep scratches on their bodies, with only minor injuries to show for their efforts against the white apes.
Charles Kawalsky rushed forward, killing a white ape that had snuck up on Duma. Though these large apes were more challenging than ordinary monkeys, they still couldn't withstand two strikes from Charles.
The vibranium spear was razor-sharp. With Charles's strength, it pierced the white ape's head as easily as slicing through a watermelon. With a hard twist of the spear, Charles caused the spearhead to explode with force, blowing the white ape's head apart.
Though Charles had never trained with a spear, his natural skill was enough. With his strength, he wielded the weapon with ease.
Without pausing, Charles killed another white ape that was battling Duma. For the Jabari, the swift and powerful white apes were formidable foes. While it was difficult for the Jabari to strike back, the white apes could easily disembowel them with a swipe of their claws.
If not for the vibranium weapons' hardness and their ability to absorb the apes' momentum, the Jabari would have perished long ago.
But for Charles, these ordinary white apes were no match. As he killed their companions with ease, a dozen nearby white apes turned to
But for Charles, these ordinary white apes were no match. As he killed their companions with ease, a dozen nearby white apes turned to face him, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and fury. They hesitated for a moment, as if weighing the decision to attack the man who had just dispatched two of their kind with such brutal efficiency.
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Charles Kawalsky was surrounded by a horde of white apes, unable to break free. The enemy's sheer numbers prevented him from effectively wielding his spear, and he was quickly overwhelmed by the sharp claws that struck from every direction.
In a desperate attempt to fight back, Charles switched from his spear to a dagger, trying to fend off the relentless apes. They piled on top of each other, creating a nearly impenetrable wall around him, making it harder and harder for him to resist their attacks.
Claws and teeth were everywhere. He could only defend against the threats in front of him, leaving him vulnerable to attacks from behind and above.
As the battle raged on, Charles's body was soon covered in blood. Around him, the Jabari warriors were being overwhelmed by the apes. M'Batu was too preoccupied with his own fight to offer any assistance.
With a swift motion, Charles pulled out a large cauldron from his storage space. It was a vibranium cauldron he had obtained from a trade with the tribe in exchange for salt.
While the cauldron wasn't large enough to cover his entire body, it was enough to shield his back.
Charles had a few more of these cauldrons stashed away, just in case.
The white apes were baffled by Charles's sudden move, lying down and covering himself with a massive cauldron. They had never encountered such an odd tactic before.
When the apes realized their attacks were ineffective against the vibranium cauldron, they backed off momentarily, trying to figure out how to remove the cauldron and finish off Charles inside.
But Charles had been waiting for this moment. Earlier, he had made the mistake of not utilizing his speed to dodge the apes and had instead engaged them head-on, underestimating their strength. He had paid the price for that mistake, but he wouldn't make it again.
In a flash, Charles leaped up, thrusting a dagger into the eye of the nearest ape. Using the dagger as leverage, he pushed off and fully embedded the vibranium blade into the ape's brain, propelling himself out of the encirclement.
Charles retrieved his spear and quickly skewered another ape two meters away before the apes could react.
In the blink of an eye, two more apes lay dead, victims of Charles's precise strikes.
The remaining apes lunged at Charles again, undeterred by their fallen comrades. This time, however, Charles fought more cautiously. Instead of staying in one place, he began moving swiftly, helping the Jabari warriors by taking out the apes they were struggling against.
Whenever an ape broke away from the pack and charged ahead of its peers, Charles was there to meet it with a lethal strike to the throat or head.
Seeing their numbers dwindle, the apes realized they couldn't surround Charles again without losing more of their own. They shifted their focus back to attacking the Jabari warriors.
Charles cursed under his breath. These beasts were smarter than they looked, using the warriors to distract him. He couldn't afford to slow down, not if he wanted to avoid being surrounded again.
The pressure on the Jabari warriors was mounting, and Charles quickly assessed the battlefield.
Only thirteen Jabari warriors remained, while twenty-seven apes were still standing. Charles had taken down seven apes himself. After he had helped Duma kill an ape, Duma and Luba managed to take down another together.
As for M'Batu, Charles wasn't optimistic. Without his vibranium weapon to protect him, M'Batu wouldn't have survived even two strikes from the Ape King.
The battlefield situation was bleak, and Charles knew they had no real advantage. Their only hope was that M'Batu could hold off the Ape King long enough for them to finish off the remaining apes. Then, together, they might stand a chance of escaping from the Ape King. Charles envisioned returning with more firepower—a heavy machine gun and a ton of explosives—to finally take down the Ape King.
But things had gone wrong from the start. First, they were ambushed by ninjas, and then they stumbled upon the White Ape Clan. His original plan had been to go on the offensive after discovering the apes' tracks, using mortars to scatter them, picking them off with sniper rifles, and finishing the rest with submachine guns. Then, they would deal with the Ape King in a methodical and efficient manner.
Instead, they were now stuck in this desperate situation.
As Charles fought on, he couldn't help but accelerate his pace, adopting guerrilla tactics to kill more of the ordinary white apes. He threw a few daggers, taking out four more of them.
But then, something unexpected happened. The Ape King managed to snatch M'Batu's vibranium spear away from him and delivered a powerful punch to his chest. M'Batu, despite his massive size, was sent flying through the air. If that punch had landed on Charles, it would have shattered several of his ribs. M'Batu, not enhanced like Charles, was lucky to have survived at all.
Since the fight with the Ape King began, some of the ancient blood in M'Batu's blood had started to awaken. Though he wasn't at the level of his ancestor, the first M'Batu, it was enough to keep him alive after the Ape King's devastating blow.
The Ape King roared, and the remaining white apes immediately retreated behind him. The Ape King knew that his tribe's survival was at stake, with nearly half of their prime male apes already dead. He could not afford any more losses, and he had to protect his tribe.
M'Batu, battered and bloodied, understood the meaning behind the Ape King's roar. He looked around at his dwindling tribe, once fifty strong, now reduced to only ten. The sight caused him to cough up blood before he passed out from the pain and exhaustion.
Charles instructed Luba to help M'Batu to safety, then ordered the remaining warriors to spread out. He was preparing for a one-on-one battle with the Ape King.
The Ape King, in turn, ordered his tribe to retreat. He was ready to end this himself, determined to protect his people.
Charles and the Ape King stood facing each other, both knowing that this battle would determine the outcome of the war. There would be no more needless sacrifices; the fate of their people rested on this final confrontation.
As Charles stared at the Ape King, he couldn't help but see more than just a powerful gorilla. The Ape King was a leader, standing firm in defense of his tribe, willing to do whatever it took to keep them safe.
Charles gripped his spear tightly, feeling a conflict in his heart. He had pursued power at any cost, disregarding the lives of others. It was one thing to kill in self-defense or for vengeance, but these white apes had lived peacefully in their snowy home, and he was the one who had brought death to them for his own gain. The thought unsettled him.
But now, there was no turning back. In this life-or-death struggle, either he or the Ape King had to die. If he fell, he would have no one to blame but himself. If he won, the Ape King's essence would become his, furthering his quest for power.
Charles exhaled deeply, clearing his mind of any distractions. He was ready to give his all in this fight.
The Ape King pounded the ground with his massive fists, both sides prepared to go all out in this final clash.
Snow began to fall gently from the sky, but neither Charles nor the Ape King was distracted. Their eyes were locked on each other, each one focused on the other's every move.
The Ape King let out a deafening roar, signaling the start of the battle.
Charles sprang into action, accelerating towards the Ape King. With his legs slightly bent and his body leaning forward, he closed the distance in an instant.
His spear thrust forward, aimed straight at the Ape King's chest.
The Ape King's hide could shrug off bullets, but it wouldn't be able to withstand the combined force of Charles's strange power and the sharpness of the vibranium spear.
If this strike landed, the battle would be over.
However, the Ape King kicked up a cloud of snow, obscuring Charles's vision. Forced to change his approach, Charles dodged to the right, narrowly avoiding the Ape King's furious punch.
Their fists collided with a thunderous crack, each blow carrying immense power.
Charles's fist, tiny in comparison to the Ape King's massive hand, dug deep into the Ape King's flesh, but the force of the impact sent him flying back.
As he landed, Charles realized that while he had managed to injure the Ape King, his own left hand was trembling uncontrollably from the impact, barely able to hold onto the piece of meat he had ripped away.
This exchange had given him valuable information about the Ape King.
Name: None Race: White Ape (King's Bloodline) Intelligence: 2 Strength: 4 (can lift 16 tons) Speed: 3 (can reach 80 km/h when running) Endurance: 3 (can continue fighting for several hours without fatigue) Combat Skills: 2 (relies on brute strength and speed, using fast and ruthless attacks) Special Abilities: Highly durable body, resistant to blunt force trauma and most physical attacks. Can survive a fall from 100 meters without injury.
The Ape King was indeed extraordinary. Its strength and speed surpassed Charles's, and even its endurance was superior. Charles could only maintain a high-intensity battle for an hour, whereas the Ape King could keep going for much longer.
But while the Ape King's power was formidable, it wasn't overwhelming. Charles could still win this fight, and the stronger the Ape King, the greater his reward would be.
As the wind began to howl through the valley, the snowstorm intensified, limiting visibility and adding another layer of challenge to the battle.
Charles quickly wiped the blood from his hands, keeping his eyes locked on the Ape King. The battle wasn't over yet.
The only things Charles Kawalsky could rely on now were the powerful attack and defense of vibranium, along with his more flexible skills compared to the Ape King. As long as he could make good use of these two advantages, there was still hope for victory.
The art of war is based on deception.
Charles swept his spear through the air, raising large drifts of snow. The thick snow, carried by the cold wind howling through the valley, blew directly into the downwind Ape King's face, blocking its vision.
Now was the moment Charles Kawalsky showed his intent to kill. He pulled out a vibranium knife from his pocket and threw it with precision at the Ape King's face.
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The vibranium blade gleamed as Charles Kawalsky precisely struck the Super Ape King. The massive creature, with snow clinging to its fur, tried to shield its head with its arms, but the blade buried itself deep into the beast's forearm. The Ape King roared in pain.
Although the wound wasn't severe given its massive size, the embedded blade couldn't be removed. The persistent pain only fueled the Ape King's fury.
As the Ape King opened its eyes, it realized Charles Kawalsky was no longer in front of it.
After throwing the blade, Charles quickly circled behind the white ape. When the creature's eyes opened again, he was already in position.
Given Charles' height, his line of sight was level with the Ape's legs, which made for a perfect attack position.
Apes are known for their powerful upper bodies but relatively weaker legs. In a fight, leg strength significantly impacts movement speed. Charles grabbed a sharp vibranium knife and thrust it with all his might into the Ape King's leg.
He felt the shard pierce through the creature's tough hide and sink into its popliteal fossa, lodging itself in the meniscus and getting stuck in the Ape's kneecap.
Charles quickly released the knife and backed away. The Ape King, now in excruciating pain, turned to catch him, but its right leg could no longer bear weight.
The gigantic beast collapsed, rolling on the ground in agony, letting out earth-shattering wails. It couldn't understand how a human, far weaker than itself, could inflict such severe injuries.
This was no time for hesitation. Charles grabbed several vibranium spears and positioned them strategically in the path of the Ape King's rolling body. The spearheads, glinting with a cold light, were angled directly towards the beast.
Desperate, the Ape King clawed at the knife embedded in its leg, pulling it out with a violent yank. This caused a second, even more excruciating injury.
The beast's frenzied thrashing only drove the vibranium spears deeper into its body. The two-meter-long spears, thick as a child's arm, penetrated the Ape King's massive frame.
Despite its immense vitality, the Ape King was now in unbearable pain. Charles approached it and said, "That's enough, die with dignity."
But the Ape King wasn't ready to surrender. It managed to pull out one of the spears, spraying blood all over Charles in the process. The creature weakly aimed the spear at Charles.
The spear fell just short, landing a meter away from Charles. The Ape King let out one final roar, though this time, it couldn't even disturb the snowflakes in the air. Slowly, its eyes closed.
Charles, ever cautious, picked up another spear and drove it through the Ape King's eye socket, piercing its brain.
This time, the Ape King was undoubtedly dead.
Humans have always dominated the food chain, not because of physical strength, but because of superior intelligence. We build weapons, set traps, and outsmart creatures far stronger than ourselves.
Just like the Ape King, a beast far more powerful than Charles, yet it was ultimately defeated through a combination of vibranium weapons and strategic planning. Charles couldn't help but reflect: even with great power in the future, he should never be like some naive superhero catching every attack with his face. Wisdom and strategy would always be his best defense.
Covered in blood, Charles picked up a large knife, cut into the Ape King's chest, and tore out its heart. He began to eat it raw.
The heart was the size of a large bowl, and Charles devoured it in a few bites.
As the flesh entered his mouth, he felt an intense heat spread throughout his body. Unlike the painful transformations caused by previous serum enhancements, this time, it felt as if he were inside a furnace. The sensation quickly spread from his heart to his entire body, making his pulse quicken.
His heart pounded violently, pumping blood through his veins at an accelerated rate. His muscles swelled with power, and when he clenched his fists, a faint popping sound echoed between his fingers—a result of the air being rapidly compressed by the force.
But Charles wasn't just focused on his newfound strength.
"The heart I just consumed... the transformation begins with the heart, so..." A thought , flashed through Charles' mind.
His gaze returned to the Ape King...
"Fortunately, this creature isn't too large; otherwise, fitting it into this jar would be impossible." Charles, having just finished eating the kidneys, shook a large glass jar.
Suddenly, Luba ran over and said urgently, "Quick, the chieftain is awake."
Charles rushed to the tent, where M'Batu was just waking from his coma. The usually strong warrior looked pale as he glanced at the remaining members of his tribe.
M'Batu pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Are these all the tribesmen left?"
"There are only thirteen brothers still unharmed. The rest..." Luba looked at his stricken leader, deciding to tell him the harsh truth.
"This is my fault. What about the Ape King?" M'Batu asked, looking up at Charles.
"The Ape King has been eliminated by me, and now..." Charles shrugged, "It's already in the pot."
During M'Batu's coma, Charles had not only soaked the Ape King in wine, but he had also cleaned the creature and begun cooking it with onions, ginger, and spices.
After all, following such a battle, the warriors needed a hearty meal to restore their strength.
M'Batu's eyes brightened. If they had killed the Ape King, the mission wasn't a complete failure.
Charles explained, "During the fight, the Ape King sprayed blood all over me. After the battle, I felt extremely hungry, so I ate its heart. I believe its flesh has some kind of magical property. Let's cook the rest and see if it can make us stronger."
Charles told the truth but left out that he knew the Ape King's flesh could enhance the human body.
M'Batu said nothing, instead using all his strength to rise. He refused Luba's offer of help, walking out of the tent on his own. Outside, he saw the bodies of his fallen tribesmen, and his face crumpled as he began to cry.
Despite their seclusion in the mountains, the Jabari tribe's life was tough. Though not as marginalized as other tribes, the snow-capped peaks offered few resources. The tribe's population had always been around 500, and the 50 young warriors lost represented a significant portion of their strength. Now, only thirteen remained. How could M'Batu not weep?
"Brothers, we have lost many today. Their deaths are not in vain. They died for the future of our tribe. Since our ancestors came here, they have been harassed by these giant apes. Our great ancestors never surrendered and fought for our survival, even when outmatched. They overcame all obstacles, securing our right to live in these snowy mountains. It was the guidance of the Great White Ape God that gave our ancestors their unparalleled strength. Today, centuries later, we have slain the Ape King once more." M'Batu looked at Charles.
Charles nodded.
M'Batu continued, "Now, we shall restore the glory of our ancestors. Today, we feast on the white ape together."
With that, M'Batu waved his hand: "Let's move."
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The Jabari's enhancement differed from Charles' own. While he only felt heat and an abundance of strength, their transformation was far more visible.
Their faces twisted with madness, eyes bloodshot, bodies grew taller, and their muscles swelled. Their arms were now as thick as Charles' waist. Then, they began to roar and scatter in all directions, M'Batu included. The fourteen of them ran naked into the depths of the snowy mountains.
Charles wasn't concerned about the older men's safety. After all, in this frozen wilderness, there were no middle schools or barbecue joints for them to wreak havoc upon.
At this moment, Charles was more interested in the results of his own body's enhancement. Opening his status panel, he saw the fruits of his recent efforts.
Name: Charles Kawalsky
Race: Human
Intelligence: 2
Strength: 4 (You can now easily lift 15 tons)
Speed: 3 (Accelerating from 0 to 100 kilometers in 3 seconds)
Endurance: 3 (You can fight for a whole day and night without rest)
Combat Skills: 6 (Proficient in various fighting methods)
Characteristics:
[Acrobatics] You have balance and coordination comparable to a monkey. Perhaps you could become the best acrobat in history.[Reinforced super Bone] Your bones has strong durability and can withstand blunt impacts and most physical attacks.[Leap of Faith] Even if you jump from a 1200-foot building, you will not be harmed.
Although the numerical values of his attributes hadn't changed, Charles felt a significant increase in his abilities. A new attribute column had also appeared.
He was no longer the little man he once was. After multiple enhancements, he now stood at 1.8 meters tall. And in his portable space, he had vibranium worth tens of billions of dollars.
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Another night passed, and by morning, all the Jabari warriors who had fled had returned.
Despite spending the night exposed to the freezing cold, none suffered frostbite. After consuming the flesh and blood of the Ape King, each warrior had likely gained the strength of a fully grown white ape.
If they were to face a white ape now, each one of them could easily kill it, especially while wielding Vibranium weapons.
M'Batu showed the most noticeable enhancement, likely due to the royal man ape bloodline in his body.
His original height of two meters had increased to nearly three. His muscles were so defined that they appeared to be chiseled from stone, giving him a primal and ancient appearance.
He could hardly believe this fierce primal looking M'Batu had a funny grandson like M'Baku in movie .
Charles Kawalsky was curious to see just how strong M'Batu had become, so he said, "M'Batu, let's test your strength. Punch me."
"I can't control my strength very well right now, so maybe we should skip that," M'Batu replied, hesitant. Charles had saved them and essentially rebuilt the tribe. If M'Batu's punch caused any harm, he'd never forgive himself.
"Don't underestimate me. I've also been enhanced by the Ape King's flesh and blood. The benefits I've gained might even surpass yours," Charles said with a confident smile.
Seeing that Charles was determined, M'Batu had no choice but to comply.
He bent his knees, brought his fist to his abdomen, and leaned forward slightly.
In the next moment, M'Batu's massive body launched toward Charles like a missile. His enormous fist sliced through the air, blowing Charles's hair back.
Realizing the power behind the punch, Charles didn't take it lightly.
He crossed his arms over his chest to absorb the blow. When M'Batu's fist made contact, it felt almost like a friendly sparring match—a punch from a friend rather than a crushing blow.
While the punch didn't harm him, the immense force still pushed Charles back four or five meters, leaving a black mark on the ground.
After the punch, Charles could easily analyze M'Batu's abilities.
Name: M'Baku
Race: Human
Intelligence: 2
Strength: 4 (capable of lifting 8 tons)
Speed: 3 (able to compete with a 40-mph electric vehicle)
Endurance: 3 (can fight continuously for several hours)
Combat Skills: 4 (a seasoned warrior with extensive hunting experience)
Characteristics: [Ape] - Possesses superhuman reflexes and agility. His balance and coordination surpass those of elite human athletes. His body is highly durable, capable of withstanding blunt force impacts and most physical attacks. He can survive falls that would seriously injure or kill a normal person.
M'Baku had undergone a significant transformation. Although he had lost dozens of warriors, the surviving tribesmen had evolved, gaining strength comparable to that of a white ape. As for M'Baku himself, he had attained the power he had always dreamed of. Whether this was a gain or a loss was hard to measure.
Looking at M'Baku's stats, Charles muttered to himself, "This world is truly strange. The ways to gain power seem to have little correlation with difficulty."
M'Baku, observing that Charles was unharmed by his punch, was a bit surprised. Even though he had only used about ten percent of his strength, it was still significant. Yet, Charles had taken the punch effortlessly. It seemed that the benefits Charles had gained were far greater than his own.
However, M'Baku felt no resentment. Without Charles's intervention, his entire tribe might have been annihilated. He only felt gratitude toward Charles, not envy.
In truth, Charles had also benefited from the tribe. Without their Vibranium, he wouldn't have been able to kill the Ape King. They had achieved mutual success.
Early March 1939, the Jabari tribe.
It took the reconnaissance team a month to return to the tribe. With their current physical condition, they could have made the journey from the depths of the snow-capped mountains back to the tribe in just a week.
The reason it took a month was that the team needed to observe the white ape tribe's movements after losing their Ape King.
The white apes, now without their leader, retreated deeper into the mountains. The Ape King had left behind a young ape-man, barely ten years old. It would take at least 40 years for him to mature.
M'Baku led the team in recording the subsequent events within the white ape tribe. After retreating into the mountains, the white apes howled mournfully every day, eventually summoning three more apes of comparable size to the Ape King.
According to M'Baku, these three were likely the brothers of the previous Ape King or perhaps his other two offspring. After hearing the calls of their kin, they returned to the tribe, prepared to take on the responsibilities of the Ape King.
After a fierce battle, the old Ape King of the previous generation reclaimed his throne. Surprisingly, he didn't drive the other two away but instead forced them to stay, intending for them to protect the tribe together and lead them deeper into the snow-capped mountains.
As M'Baku watched the white ape tribe disappear into the snow, he felt conflicted. While nothing could threaten the safety of his tribe in the outer mountains anymore, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
Returning to the Jabari tribe, Charles left some supplies for himself and gave the rest to the tribe. Then he visited M'Baku's residence to announce his departure.
"You're leaving, my friend?" M'Baku asked. He had suspected as much when he saw Charles distributing food to the tribe.
"Yes, brother. I witnessed the Jabari tribe's resilience in these harsh mountains, saw the legendary white ape, and even gained strength myself. My journey here was well worth it," Charles replied.
"Of course, the records of your tribe and the white ape's uniqueness will remain confidential. They will only be passed down within my family as a testament to our friendship," Charles added.
"Thank you for your understanding. The Jabari tribe will always consider you a friend. Our friendship will endure," M'Baku responded.
"I'm ready for my next journey. Instead of a sorrowful farewell, let's part on a high note. I'll carry my love for this world into my next adventure," Charles said confidently, his smile infectious. Even M'Baku felt a longing for the outside world.
"Then let's hold a farewell feast for you tonight," M'Baku suggested.
"We're all strong men; why should we cry at a banquet? The tribe has already suffered losses. Tonight's feast shouldn't be about me," Charles said, clasping his fists. "Though we part, our futures are long, and our paths may cross again."
M'Baku nodded in agreement. He understood Charles's intent. The tribe needed to recover morale and replenish its population.
Charles pulled out a large jar of wine from his bag and placed it on the ground. "Drink this at your feast tonight," he said.
M'Baku looked up, but Charles had already disappeared.
That night, as the tribe shared the wine, they felt a warmth spreading through their bodies, filling them with energy. The Jabari tribe experienced a surge in fertility due to the feast.
Luba also found love that night, confessing his feelings to Rem, and they married soon after.
After leaving the tribe, Charles reached the main peak of the mountain. Looking down at the cliffs below, he let out a wild laugh before jumping, plummeting toward the earth like a meteor.
"Boom!" Charles landed firmly on the ground. The impact dissipated through his legs like water into sand, causing the snow around him to rise in a cloud.
Filled with exhilaration, Charles couldn't help but roar at the sky, a sound rivaling that of the Ape King. He was thoroughly satisfied with the Ape King's abilities he had inherited.
Being able to jump from such heights without injury was a thrill far beyond any bungee jump.
Now that he had the ability to move freely through the world's dangers, he was confident in his ability to protect himself. But he knew he couldn't become complacent.
Whether he wanted to travel across mountains, rivers, stars, or seas, or return home, he needed to continue building his strength.
The mountain wind howled past Charles's ears. Thanks to the Ape King's enhancements, he could easily navigate through the ice and snow. The white peaks that once looked identical were now easily distinguishable, as if they were numbered.
Charles raced across the terrain at 120 kilometers per hour. He leaped over deep gorges, scaled cliffs, and vaulted over forests. Nothing could stop him. After about an hour, he arrived at the mountain pass.
But what surprised him was the presence of numerous tents and a well-trained group of soldiers guarding the area, where there had once been only barren land.
Seeing this, Charles immediately surmised that these people were likely connected to the ninja team. He approached a guard holding a gun and asked, "Here on a sightseeing tour?"
The guard, not bothering to see who was speaking, responded, "I'm with the brigade..."
Before he could finish, Charles clamped his hand over the guard's mouth, preventing him from saying anything further, perhaps out of a sense of mercy.
Charles felt he had done a good deed, although not perfectly. He had been a bit too rough. When he removed his hand, he realized he had pulled the guard's face off along with it.
When Charles looked at the face in his hand, he was a bit startled. He tossed it aside and then checked the time.
As he departed, he noticed the guard's face sticking out. He paused and mumbled to himself, "I might need to pay more attention to that."
When he saw this, he said: "Sorry!" The guard stared with eyes wide open, unable to accept that he had left this beautiful world like this. He had no choice but to find the next person. He looked at the more than 30 people in the entire camp and didn't bother to ask one by one, so he shouted loudly. "Hey! Are you here to participate in team building exercise?"
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"Hey! Are you here to participate in team building?"
Everyone who heard the voice turned around and looked. They were curious about who the blind man was daring to ask such a pointless question in this remote location.
They had been stationed here for two months. Ever since the ninja team, sent by their boss Bakuto, had left and not returned for several months, they had been waiting, preparing to capture every entry and exit from the snow-capped mountains in hopes of gathering information.
This was the first person outside their influence they had seen in more than two months. Realizing that the blind man was the target their boss had instructed them to find, they quickly readied their weapons and aimed them at Charles Kawalsky.
"Put your hands on your head and lie down. Cooperate with us," they ordered.
Knowing that Charles Kawalsky was more valuable alive than dead, they prepared to capture him.
Charles Kawalsky was momentarily stunned, but then five local men in shabby clothing surrounded him with guns.
Seeing the reward they were about to receive, one of the men returned to the tent to prepare a message for Bakuto, announcing they had captured Charles Kawalsky.
"It seems you're not here for team building. Do you recognize the ninjas dressed like Arabain Burqa?" Charles Kawalsky said calmly.
"Enough nonsense, shut up, you bastard..." One of the men, irritated by Charles Kawalsky's comments, was about to teach him a lesson. He cursed and slapped Charles Kawalsky across the face.
Charles Kawalsky, promptly placed his hand on the man's head and twisted it several times.
Indeed, the man fell silent, and Charles Kawalsky helped him maintain his dignity.
"He is too irritable; please be aware of his behavior," Charles Kawalsky said mournfully, discarding the man's head.
Before anyone else could react, Charles Kawalsky removed the man's head as if it were an apple, his eyes bulging out like goldfish.
Finding the scene amusing, Charles Kawalsky extended his right hand and flicked towards the soldier who was watching intently.
With a "snap," the soldier's eyes widened in shock as Charles Kawalsky easily plucked his eyeballs out, then struck the soldier's brow bone with great force, knocking him out. The soldier's entire skull flew away.
With just a swift attack, two of the men were dealt with. The remaining three, now panicked, grabbed their guns and fired at Charles Kawalsky.
Frightened, the attackers fired and cursed, "Go to hell, monster, damn it!"
Sighing, he then blew the heads off the remaining attackers.
The other camp members, relieved that their mission was nearly complete, eagerly anticipated going home with their rewards. They had been away for two months, missing their families. The thought of returning home with a substantial bonus made them look forward to providing their loved ones with new clothes and good food.
But as the gunshots rang out, panic set in. They had all been aiming at the target, so how could they be losing if they were all properly focused?
They never expected the target to have such a powerful trick, eliminating two of their own with a single move.
They hurriedly picked up their guns and prepared to fight Charles Kawalsky. However, when they looked around, he had vanished.
At that moment, everyone in the camp rushed outside and gathered in the open space. Charles Kawalsky set fire to the tents, the raging flames trapping everyone in the center of the camp.
Standing outside the camp, Charles Kawalsky declared, "You are surrounded."
The strength of Charles Kawalsky's voice, bolstered by the Ape King's power, was impressive, though not as overwhelming as the Ape King's. It was still comparable to a loudspeaker.
The people trapped in the camp weren't about to wait passively. With guns and numbers on their side, they were ready to face Charles Kawalsky.
One of the bolder men shouted, "Brothers, don't panic. Keep your guns ready and follow me!"
Before he could finish, a stone flew through the air, striking him in the head. Others, unable to handle the chaos, were quickly dealt with as Charles Kawalsky entered the crowd and began reducing their numbers.
He was like a tiger among sheep, taking a life with each punch and kick. Each kill was a direct hit to the head, and the surrounding people, shocked by the blood and gore, lost their composure and shot blindly.
The cold, relentless gunfire took limbs and lives amidst the screams, cries, and violent gunshots.
From above, through the thick smoke, the scene was grim. The ground was soaked in blood, with headless bodies lying in the aftermath. Blood and white brain matter spread across the ground, while those wounded by their comrades' bullets struggled. Some, with broken limbs, crawled desperately.
Charles Kawalsky was drenched in blood, with brains splattered on him. His clothes were in tatters from the bullets, but he had no wounds. The bullets had not even broken his skin.
Anyone who saw him now would not see him as a hero. If SHIELD were to encounter him in the future, regardless of his reasons, they would likely see him as a dangerous enemy.
With this in mind, Charles Kawalsky felt it was necessary to prevent any SHIELD interference, though that was not his immediate concern.
He turned his attention to the remaining four people. He had only killed a few himself; the rest were killed by their own disoriented comrades.
Charles Kawalsky smiled at the four remaining individuals. His blood-stained face and grin nearly drove them to despair, prompting one to pick up a rifle and fire at him.
Charles Kawalsky continued to smile, allowing the bullets to hit him and fall to the ground. When the man ran out of bullets, Charles Kawalsky spoke: "Answer my questions carefully, or you will end up like this man."
He casually twisted off the head of the man holding the rifle.
"Who are your superiors? Do you know the Ninja Team? What is your connection to them?" Charles Kawalsky asked in quick succession. "Don't lie to me; I dislike wasting time."
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"Is it really Bakuto? Such regret. I gave him a chance to live, and he wants to seek revenge. He must be quite idle," Charles Kawalsky lamented. He had trusted Bakuto, who, despite their deal of Vibranium for peace, had sent a ninja team to hunt him down.
"Indeed, threats should be decisively eliminated ," Charles Kawalsky thought. He looked at Bakuto's subordinates and felt they were of the same ilk. If he let them go, they would only think of revenge and plot against him.
The more Charles Kawalsky thought about it, the angrier he became, cursing, "Damn it ! I have to bear consequences of Hydra mission" He then angrily broke their necks.
Afterward, Charles Kawalsky was the only person left in the camp. Surveying the destruction, he discarded the remnants of explosives from his portable space.
Unexpectedly, the last explosion wasn't sufficient. However, due to closing the portable space in time, the time inside the space had stopped, halting the explosion.
But as soon as he poured out the remaining explosives, the explosion resumed. The camp was reduced to flat ground, and Charles Kawalsky was blasted away by the shockwave.
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A lone African buffalo was running wildly on the ground, not chased by a pride of lions but by a tall, naked boy.
The young man ran swiftly, overtaking the buffalo. He grasped its horns and forcefully pushed the buffalo to the ground. With a powerful swing, he broke the buffalo's neck, killing it cleanly.
The young man was Charles Kawalsky. Thrown ten miles away by the explosion's shockwave, his clothes, already damaged by gunfire, were further torn by the repeated explosions.
Charles Kawalsky, however, was unharmed. He bathed in the river and, by chance, encountered a group of buffaloes coming to drink. With limited supplies, he targeted one as food.
The one-ton buffalo seemed as light as a balloon in Charles Kawalsky's hands. He effortlessly carried it to the river and began preparing it.
Though not as skilled as Butcher, Charles Kawalsky had a vibranium weapon far sharper than any knife, making the butchery of the large buffalo seem easy.
After washing the meat in the river, it was grilled and eaten. As usual, he soaked the buffalo's meat in wine to accompany the Ape King's special brew(wine mixed with ape king blood and liver chunks). Charles Kawalsky suddenly realized a problem.
With time in his personal space standing still, the medicinal wine's effects might diminish if left there for too long.
As he pondered, Charles Kawalsky sipped the medicinal wine and felt warmth spread through his body. The effects of the Ape King's medicinal wine were evident.
After enjoying a hearty meal, Charles Kawalsky's thoughts drifted to Lorraine, played by Natalie Dormer. She was beautiful, and he considered dealing with that Seductress in advance to avoid conflicts between Captain America and Carter.
Smiling to himself, Charles Kawalsky let out a strange, satisfied laugh.