Early morning.
The sky was gray and gloomy, but at least it wasn't raining.
The swamp's rotten stench grew more oppressive, weighing on every monster's heart like a stone.
The Moss Monsters in the breeding grounds had lost their appetites. Even when the Poisonous Sting Bees brought their favorite rotten moss leaves right to their mouths, they couldn't be bothered to take a bite.
Meanwhile, in the Oak Swamp, the little crocodile Xiaoka quietly surfaced, cautiously observing the busy Poisonous Sting Bees, the Beetles hauling cargo, and the Slimes hopping all over the territory.
Today was his third day as a member of the great Swamp Demon King's castle.
As the lowest-ranking creature here, he had to be constantly on guard against any approaching monster, especially the little Slimes that treated crocodiles like toys.
Just yesterday, he had seen a little Slime pawing at one of those terrifying Poisonous Sting Bees for fun and using a Beetle as a stepping stone.
