I Will Walk Down This Path Step by Step

The green-skinned boy who had just snatched up pieces of snake meat was, in the next instant, attacked by a swarm of snakes...

There were so many snakes spreading out that Prince Nolan couldn’t count them all. He only saw that towering boy, even taller than himself, get instantly buried under the swarm—so completely that not even his eyes were visible...

Ah—just a single, urgent scream, and the green-skinned boy vanished before his eyes, leaving behind nothing but a pile of blackened bones.

Yes, the boy’s bones looked as if they had been saturated with poison—black and glossy...

Even those little snakes didn’t spare the bones. They crawled atop the heap, gnawing the bones piece by piece and swallowing them down...

He could still see the fragments of bone wriggling inside the bellies of the little snakes.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen someone die before his eyes—he’d killed with his own hands before—but it was the first time he’d witnessed a death like this.

It wasn’t fear—just shock. This place kept shattering his understanding, forcing him to see the world’s true brutality.

Survival of the fittest—if you’re too weak, even a bunch of beasts can bully you!

Clenching his fists tightly, Prince Nolan stared coldly at the pile of little snakes, icy sparks flickering in his eyes!

No matter how terrifying this hellish place was, he would keep moving forward, step by step. If only one person could survive, then even if it meant climbing over ten thousand corpses, he would reach the summit, claim the throne, and stand undefeated!

Without another thought, Prince Nolan turned and walked away from the snake pile. Even after he left, the snakes kept fighting and biting each other, shredded snake meat scattered everywhere—yet no one dared to go near and snatch it...

Prince Nolan didn’t know that every move he made was being watched by a boy. Unlike the others, this boy had pale skin, flawless complexion, and lips like drops of red jade—nothing like someone poisoned. Around him were several others, their clothes ragged but their spirits sharp; every one of them had a hint of ruthless menace in their eyes.

Anywhere there are people, there’s always someone at the top. Clearly, this pale-skinned boy was now the apex predator of Medicine Island—and the one most likely to survive.

On this hellish island, survival meant slaughtering both outsiders and your own kind to seize resources. But alliances were just as vital—and without enough strength, being alone was deadly. Prince Nolan, whether by luck or misfortune, had caught the eye of that pale-skinned boy...

"Keep an eye on him," the pale-skinned boy ordered the people behind him. Instantly, one of the ragged boys followed after Prince Nolan, while the pale-skinned boy waited, planning to reap the spoils once the snakes finished slaughtering each other. But...

This world is never short of clever people. Strong contenders like the pale-skinned boy weren’t the only ones on Medicine Island—there were dozens at his level.

After all, anyone who could survive here was far from simple—there’s no way they’d die easily.

A good hunter needs more than agility—they need patience. The pale-skinned boy had plenty of that. He’d waited here for three days and two nights, watching the snake mass shrink bit by bit until only a dozen remained.

Even after three years living on Medicine Island, the pale-skinned boy couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.

This was a real treasure—if he could eat the Redgold Viper gallbladder, he’d never have to fear any poison on this island again. Whether man or beast, he could consume it all. But...

He wasn’t the only one with that idea—there were plenty of others. Though they didn’t wait nearby, they kept their eyes on the pile of snakes, ready to swoop in and snatch the prize once the fighting ended...

Another day passed, and finally only two snakes were left. These two were deadly, but who among them wasn’t a poison-saturated survivor? Their bodies were so toxic that a single drop could kill.

The two snakes battled fiercely while dozens of kids, all after the snakes’ gallbladders, finally lost patience and joined the fray...

Like Prince Nolan, none of these kids practiced martial arts. Their fighting was raw and instinctive—no tricks, just brutal, direct blows to vital points.

Earlier, it was a snake melee; now, it was a poison survivor brawl. Over a hundred half-grown boys tangled together, fighting to the death, all for a chance at the snake gallbladder—a chance to live.

A few bold kids watched from a distance, but as the deaths piled up and became more gruesome, one by one they retreated to their huts...

On this island, the only real safety was inside your own hut. The thick medicinal fumes kept the island’s venomous creatures at bay—but there was no food inside.

Or rather, there was food—but it was so toxic that no ordinary person could touch it. Unless you wanted to die, no one ate the food or soup inside the huts.

Those were all sorts of strange poisons—even the ones who’d prepared them couldn’t detoxify them.

After leaving the snake pile, Prince Nolan didn’t return to his hut. Instead, he roamed the island, dodging poisonous creatures and other poison survivors whenever he could. But...

He was the youngest here. Many saw this little runt and wanted to kill him—or use him as bait to lure out venomous creatures. If the real monsters ate Prince Nolan, they’d attack the beasts next.

Plenty of people targeted Prince Nolan along the way, but not one of them succeeded.

When it came to ruthlessness and ferocity, Prince Nolan wasn’t any weaker than the rest—even as a child. In a fight, he was reckless, bleeding nonstop, yet he’d still throw himself at his foes, pin them down, and smash their heads with his skinny fists...

Prince Nolan was younger, but he had one big advantage over the other boys: he’d arrived here well-fed, unlike them, whose bodies had long been hollowed out by poison.

Most important of all, Prince Nolan’s body had been tempered by poison fruit—his pain tolerance was a hundred times higher than normal. Even the bloodiest wounds couldn’t make him frown.

After two days outside, Prince Nolan dragged his battered, bloody body back to his hut. Inside was a barrel of foul-smelling medicinal liquid and a big bowl of red-and-green soup—he couldn’t tell what it was. Prince Nolan didn’t touch either...

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Using the inside of his shirt, Prince Nolan wiped the blood off his body as best he could. Then, unable to hold out any longer, he collapsed onto his little bed...

This time, Prince Nolan developed a high fever—his whole body flushed red. But he wasn’t so lucky now; not a single old eunuch came to bring him food.

After burning with fever for two straight days, Prince Nolan felt heavy-headed and light-footed. When he got up from bed, he collapsed right onto the floor.

Struggling to his feet, dazed, he glanced around and saw a bowl of cold soup on the table. His throat was burning—he had no choice. Prince Nolan staggered over and drank down the strange concoction, not even knowing what it tasted like...

Gulp... gulp.

The cold liquid soothed his burning throat. Prince Nolan felt like he’d come back to life—too soon, though. The next moment, his body felt like it was on fire, swelling painfully until he wished he could die...

"Ah..." Prince Nolan clutched his head, shielding his vital points as best he could—afraid he’d hurt himself in agony.

It was instinct—a habit he’d learned from eating poison fruit and surviving the pain...

No matter the situation, he’d always protect his vital points—doing everything possible to stay alive.

If the pain from poison fruit was enough to make you want to die, then the poison in that bowl was enough to drive you to suicide—and still be too slow...

On this island, plenty of boys had died from hunger—drinking the poison and then killing themselves.

But Prince Nolan wasn’t like them. Even when pain stole his reason, he never thought of suicide—he only wanted to find a way to survive.

"The snakes—their gallbladders can detoxify me!"

A flash of insight struck through the agony. The next moment, Prince Nolan forced himself to his feet with superhuman willpower and, relying on memory, dragged his weakened body to the site of the snake melee...

Four days and nights of battle had turned the place into a river of blood and a heap of corpses, poison staining everything. Only a few boys still fought there—no one else dared approach. But...

Prince Nolan dared!

At that moment, what did he have to fear?

Ignoring the chaos, Prince Nolan charged into the fray. As the others fought furiously, he shoved aside those in his way and then...

Before anyone could react, he grabbed the two snakes still locked in combat...

"That kid’s gone nuts!" someone cried out in shock.

He could already imagine the weak boy dying horribly. But what happened next stunned everyone—the boy didn’t get eaten by the venomous snakes. Instead...

He ripped both snakes open alive, took out the gallbladders, and swallowed them whole.

There were always too many people coveting good things. Prince Nolan had learned since age three: if you get something precious, make it yours immediately. Whether food or books, only when they’re in your stomach or mind do they truly belong to you...

"He’s not afraid of poison?" The fighting boys stepped back, stunned by what they saw.

As the two gallbladders slid down his throat, Prince Nolan finally felt alive again.

It really was worth fighting for.

The effect was immediate—Prince Nolan’s body felt much better, a warm current flowing into his belly...

At that moment, the bloodied, battered boys realized what had happened and surrounded Prince Nolan: "Since you ate the Redgold Viper gallbladders, we’ll tear you apart and eat you too—maybe it’ll work for us."

Teenagers taller than Prince Nolan closed in, their eyes not on a corpse but on food...

Prime, top-quality food!

That kind of look could chill anyone to the bone. Nobody could stay calm under that gaze. But Prince Nolan didn’t panic, nor did he flee blindly—he stood his ground, coldly staring back at the bigger boys...

He knew—this was his chance.

In a world where only the strong survive, fists are the only law!

He had to win!

No one could stop him from reaching the top!