FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: THE… FFFFUCK!!!

The beast also skidded to a halt, its golden eyes burning through the mist like twin lanterns of hate. It slowed, its massive claws clicking against the stone as it realized the hunt had reached its dead end.

its massive claws carving deep, jagged furrows into the cliffside stone. It stood a mere ten paces from Sol, its matted black fur bristling like a collection of daggers. The beast’s golden eyes weren’t just fixed on Sol; they were locked onto the Pale Moon flower clutched in his hand.

The flower seemed to pulse in synchronization with the rising moon, casting a silvery-crimson glow that reflected in the beast’s hungry, molten pupils.

Sol stood perfectly still, his heels hovering over the churning violet mist of the ravine, the abyss behind him felt like a living entity, practically whispering his name in a voice made of cold wind and ancient silence.

“Come on, handsome guy,” it seemed to coo, the sound vibrating in the marrow of his bones. “Just one little step. Come into my embrace… I will love you dearly. I’ll keep you forever.”

He didn’t if it was just his auditory hallucination or real. The “earlier overdose” in his veins screamed for action, a cocktail of predatory instincts demanding he lunge, bite, or flee, but he forced his body into a state of unnatural, cold-blooded calm.

It was the only thing keeping him from vibrating right off the edge.

He looked at the beast, then at the yawning, hungry mouth of the cliff behind him, and swallowed hard.

“Seem like I have no way out,” he thought, a dark, cynical edge sharpening his internal monologue. “Unless I do that thing. That absolute brain-rot manhua move. The ’I’m cornered so I’ll jump down a cliff and find a legendary treasure’ trope.” Even though he was joking, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, stinging his eyes as it ran down his face, but he didn’t dare blink.

“Easy there, big guy,” Sol panted, his voice a low, jagged rasp that carried a hint of that new, unhinged amusement. His brain was running at full capacity, processing a thousand variables a second, frantically searching for even a tiny, flickering candle of survival in a room full of gunpowder.

He held the Pale Moon Flower

out over the abyss, its translucent petals shimmering with a rhythmic, ghostly light against the backdrop of the colossal yellow moon.

“We’re both reasonable creatures of the forest, right? I mean, look at us. Two apex predators, out for a late-night stroll. You want the light? You want the pretty flower? Honestly, it’s a lot of trouble for one little snack, don’t you think? Think of the calories you’re burning just glowering at me. My nutritionist always said that stress-eating ’cripples’ leads to terrible indigestion. Not that those quacks ever suggested anything better than ’eat more kale,’ but hey… do you really want to risk a mid-chase cramp over one skinny human? Think of the gains you’re losing!”

The beast let out a huff that sprayed a cloud of hot, carrion-stinking mist into the air, dampening Sol’s face with the smell of death. It prowled forward another six inches, its massive weight causing the stone ledge to groan with a deep, tectonic agony that Sol felt in the soles of his feet.

The beast didn’t care for words; it didn’t even seem to recognize the concept of a joke. It saw only the glowing prize and the tiny, mocking human standing in its way like a particularly loud-mouthed insect.

“Hmm! No? Not a fan of the barter system?” Sol’s grin widened, stretching his face into something jagged and unhinged in the silver-and-orange light. “What’s the matter? More of a ’kill the merchant and take the wares’ kind of guy? I get it. I’ve had those days. But think of the paperwork! The taxes! It’s a nightmare. You don’t want that kind of stress in your life, right? ”

The beast let out a low, vibrating growl that rattled the bone dagger at Sol’s hip. It was done with the noise. It began to coil its massive muscles, shifting its weight onto its rear haunches for the final, pulverizing leap.

“Okay, okay! Tough crowd,” Sol chirped, his Charcoal eyes dancing with a manic, desperado light. He raised the flower higher, swinging it in a slow, hypnotic circle that caught the moonlight. “Then how about we try something a bit more traditional? A bit more… childhood classic? How about a game of fetch?”

He lowered his voice to a haunting, rhythmic whisper, the kind of tone one uses to lure a stray dog… or in this case a monster.

“Look at the shiny, big guy. Look at the light. See how it glows? It’s calling for you. It wants to go for a fly. Can you fly, beasty? Let’s find out.”

The flower’s silvery-crimson glow pulsed faster, casting long, rhythmic shadows across the beast’s face. Sol began to swing the flower in a wide, hypnotic arc. The beast’s massive head followed the glowing petals with a predatory obsession. Its golden eyes were pinned to the herb, its pupils dilating until the gold was nearly swallowed by black.

its primal greed for the herb overriding its caution. Sol could feel the Dagger-Mouth reflexes coiling in his muscles like a loaded spring. He waited for the exact moment the beast shifted its weight onto its haunches.

His arm snapped forward with every ounce of speed he possessed. It wasn’t just a flick; it was a full-bodied heave, his feet shifting, his fingers uncurling as if releasing the most valuable object in the world.

He even let out a grunt of exertion, his eyes following the “flight path” of the imaginary projectile through the air.

The beast didn’t hesitate. Driven by a primal, singular greed, the five-ton titan launched. It was an explosive, terrifying sight… a mountain of fur and muscle flying through the air, its front paws reaching out to catch the glow that wasn’t there. It committed everything to the leap, its massive frame silhouetted against the colossal yellow moon.

…

In that split second, the world seemed to freeze. As the beast’s midsection sailed past him in mid-air, Sol’s hand… still clutching the actual flower… tucked it safely against his chest. He lunged forward and to the right, dropping low to the ground. He channeled every ounce of the Blue-Neck Strider power into his right leg, his muscles bulging with the stolen power of the birds.

“GOING DOWN!” Sol roared.

He delivered a thunderous, snapping kick directly into the creature’s ass. The impact was like hitting a granite wall, but the force was enough to tilt the scales of physics.

The beast, already committed to its leap and blinded by its own momentum, felt its center of gravity shift violently toward the void.

Its massive paws scrambled frantically against the empty air, then against the loose gravel of the ledge, sending a scramble of stones screaming into the dark.

For one beautiful, horrifying heartbeat, the titan hung suspended against the face of the massive moon. Its golden eyes met Sol’s Charcoal ones, and in that moment, the beast’s rage was replaced by a look of sudden, profound realization.

Then, the abyss claimed its due.

Sol watched with a detached, cold fascination as the golden eyes vanished into the grey mist. A long, dwindling roar echoed up the cliff face, followed by the distant, muffled thud of the beast hitting the floor of the world.

…

“Humph,” Sol smirked, standing over the edge and dusting off his dirt-stained tunic. He tucked the Pale Moon flower safely back into his pouch, feeling the cold vibration settle against his ribs.

“As if I’m gonna jump. I’ve seen enough stories to know how this goes. It’s not some brain-rot manhua where jumping leads to a secret cave, a power-up, and a legendary master. Jumping from here is certain death.”

He stood at the edge for a long moment, the wind of the ravine ruffling his hair. He felt powerful. He had outsmarted a titan of the Inner Circle using nothing but his wits and the souls of the weak.

“Smart move, Sol. Very smart. You’re simply the king of—”

CRACK.

A sharp, crystalline sound echoed through the air.

Sol’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. The ledge, already weakened by centuries of erosion and couldn’t handle the final, the violent struggle of the beast. The ground beneath his feet simply disintegrated into a slurry of rock and dust.

“THE… FFFFUCK!!!”

Sol reached out, his fingers clawing at the air, but there was nothing but moonlight to catch. The breathtaking view of the sun and moon rushed upward as he plummeted.

The darkness of the ravine rose up like a hungry mouth, and wind roared in his ears, the world turned into a vertical blur of grey stone and dark vines, and then… the abyss finally swallowed him whole.