In the depths of the forest, where dense foliage shrouded the land in shadows, a towering tree stood tall. At its peak, nestled among the sturdy branches, was a nest woven from twigs and leaves.
At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary bird’s nest, home to a large, white egg.
But it wasn’t an egg it looked like a cocoon.
The creature curled up inside was Fang Mu, his body covered in a thick, sticky white fluid that clung to him like a second skin.
No insect perched nearby. No beast dared to approach, as if an unspoken warning had spread through the forest
Moments later, a fearless bird descended onto the nest. Its long, green-feathered wings fluttered as it landed gracefully. Its sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, sensing that something was off. It looked at the egg-like cocoon, which was as large as a basin.
Curious, the bird nudged the white, smooth surface, tapping it lightly with its beak. The nest had once held two eggs, yet now, one had vanished—replaced by something else.
The bird’s eyes flickered with confusion, struggling to make sense of what it was seeing.
It nudged again, tapping its beak against the strange object. Suddenly, the cocoon trembled. The bird flinched, stepping back, flabbergasted. But before it could retreat, it cautiously moved forward again, inspecting the thing more closely.
Then, without warning, a tongue shot out from the cocoon, its surface sticky like glue, instantly latching onto the bird’s body. The bird let out a muffled squawk, but before it could cry for help, it was yanked inside with a swift motion.
A deep croaking sound echoed from within the cocoon.
Slowly, something emerged—a frog's head, its skin a blend of green and brown, with three eerie yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light.
Then, a slimy arm pushed through, followed by another, tearing at the cocoon’s surface. It thrashed and struggled until finally, its legs broke free.
It was massive, far larger than any ordinary frog—almost the size of a basin, its form nearly overtaking the entire nest.
Fang Mu scanned his surroundings with his three eyes, carefully taking in every detail. He let out a loud belch, and a few feathers floated from his mouth.
He smirked. "Finally, I have both arms now. Who's going to catch me? I'm faster and stronger than before," he said, flexing his two brand-new, sticky arms.
Now, it was time to test his jump. 
A surge of energy coursed through his legs, his veins pulsing with raw power. He braced himself, then pushed off the ground with all his strength.
With a single leap, he soared through the air.
"Damn, my jump… Did I just get stronger all of a sudden?" he thought, realizing he was suspended mid-air longer than expected.
The world seemed to slow around him as he reached new heights, the wind rushing past his face. His body felt weightless, as if he had broken free from gravity itself.
"No, no. Let me try again. It must just feel high because I was already in a tree," he reasoned, shaking off the thought.
Using his sticky feet and arms, he climbed down carefully, then prepared himself once more. Taking a deep breath, he bent his legs and jumped with full force.
This time, he shot upward like a projectile.
"Damn! My jump really did get stronger—I’m reaching the tree body now! Almost at the branch!" he exclaimed in disbelief.
Landing back on the ground, he let out a breathless laugh. "Maybe my jump height is around 420 to 450 cm now," he estimated.
A grin stretched across his face.
"Finally, I’m stronger! Who's going to beat me now?"
His vision sharpened even further. He could now see up to 300 cm away with perfect clarity, his eyes capturing every detail from multiple directions.
Then, his ears twitched. A rustling sound came from nearby.
Turning his head, he spotted a rodent-like creature not far from him. Without hesitation, he pushed off the ground with his powerful legs.
In a swift motion, he lunged at the creature, his movements almost a blur. Before it could react, he snatched it up, his sticky grip holding it firmly.
The rodent-like creature squawked, writhing desperately, crying out in pain.
But with one gulp, its cries were silenced.
"Heh heh… I'm invincible," Fang Mu chuckled, his voice laced with arrogance.
Now, it's time to test my tongue.
Fang Mu scanned his surroundings, searching for the perfect prey. His gaze drifted upward, and there, perched atop a tree, was a small bird.
Without hesitation, he began his ascent, using his sticky arms and feet to climb. Moving with slow, deliberate precision, he crept toward the branch where the bird rested. It remained completely unaware of the predator lurking nearby.
Then—snap!
His tongue lashed out in an instant. The bird let out a sharp, pained yelp. It flapped its wings frantically, trying to take flight, but its body convulsed. It crashed into its nest, trembling violently. A moment later a thick, green liquid dripped from its nose and eyes.
"What the fuck?" Fang Mu muttered.
He moved closer, scrutinizing the dying creature. His sharp gaze traced the unnatural way it twitched, the slow seep of its toxic-looking blood. He needed to confirm something.
Climbing back down, he resumed his search. It didn’t take long before he spotted a rat-like creature scurrying through the undergrowth.
Without hesitation, he leaped. His tongue shot out like a whip—strike.
The rat-like beast squeaked, bolting forward in a panicked attempt to flee. But after a few steps, its legs gave out. It collapsed onto the dirt, twitching, just like the bird before it. Green, oozing blood leaked from its mouth and nostrils.
Fang Mu's lips parted. "I have venom?"
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "I'm becoming even more invincible."
A laugh bubbled up from his throat, but as the words left his lips, the laughter died. His expression twisted.
A memory surfaced.
That person.
The one who had broken him. Stripped him of his dignity. Drowned him in agony.
His blood boiled. His fingers curled into fists so tight his nails dug into his skin.
Revenge… Revenge…
The whisper echoed in his mind, growing louder, consuming everything else. His vision blurred with fury, his body trembling with the raw, unrelenting need to make them suffer.
One day.
No matter what it took—they would pay. 
Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the forest.
Fang Mu froze. His large, round eyes flickered with intrigue.
He had two choices: continue searching for food or give in to his curiosity and investigate the source of the commotion.
A smirk crept across his face. Curiosity wins.
Without hesitation, he bent his legs and launched himself into the air. His powerful limbs sent him soaring above the treetops before he landed smoothly on a thick branch. With fluid movements, he leaped from tree to tree, swiftly navigating the dense forest.
The sound of battle grew louder.
Finally, he arrived at the scene.
A group of hunters stood in disarray—some wounded, some tending to their injuries. Their faces bore exhaustion, yet they remained on high alert. In front of them stood two individuals unlike the rest.
They exuded authority.
Dressed in elegant robes—one green, the other red—adorned with intricate, unknown symbols, they gripped staffs in their hands, their gazes locked on the monstrous creature before them.
Fang Mu’s eyes shifted toward their opponent.
A beast, its body marred with deep wounds and dark bruises, staggered through the dense forest. Its fur, once sleek and vibrant, was now matted with blood and dirt. Each step it took was heavy, its breath ragged and labored
Its head resembled that of an antelope, complete with twisted, razor-sharp horns. But its body—massive and covered in thick, coarse fur—belonged to something far more fearsome.
A gorilla with the height of atleast 280 cm
Yet, the most terrifying part was its arms—grotesquely elongated, each ending in clawed hands large enough to crush a man in a single grip. The muscles beneath its hide rippled with raw power as it let out another earth-shaking roar.
Fang Mu’s smirk widened.
This....is going to be interesting.
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"It's an Antilla!" one of the hunters exclaimed, his voice laced with fear.
"Shit," Lok cursed under his breath. "Jerome, we need to run!"
"Run?" Jerome scoffed. "We have no choice but to fight. Do you really think all of you can escape from this thing?"
The hunters exchanged uneasy glances. 
"Shelly, be ready," Jerome ordered, gripping his weapon tighter. His voice was firm, steady. "All of you—this Antilla is injured. That means we have a chance to take it down!"
The hunters hesitated only for a moment before steeling themselves. There was no turning back now
"Jerome I think that was the Antilla who barged the camp it's here for revenge" Lok said 
Jerome’s eyes darkened at Lok’s words.
“The same one?” he muttered, gripping his spear tighter. His mind flashed back to the night their camp was attacked—the chaos, the blood, the death of trainee ,barely making it out alive.
“It has to be,” Lok insisted. “Same wounds, same rage. It survived that night… and now it’s here to finish what it started.”
The realization sent a chill through the hunters. The Antilla wasn’t just attacking blindly—it remembered them. It wanted revenge.
Jerome exhaled sharply, his expression hardening.
“Then we finish it here,” he said, his voice like steel. “No more running.”
The Antilla let out a thunderous roar, as if understanding Jerome’s challenge. Its muscles tensed, its claws digging into the earth.
The hunters hesitated only for a moment before steeling themselves. There was no turning back now.
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