On that day, a rumor spread within the tribe, saying that Theron ended up like that because his family was closely associated with the cursed Sub-Beast, Kaelen. As the rumor passed from person to person, everyone felt that it was highly convincing.

Just look at Walter; he was born prematurely but had lived a lively and active life for many years, yet the moment he became friends with Kaelen, he met a premature end. Then there was Icarus’s family, saying something about Kaelen being an envoy sent by the Beast God to help Icarus heal his leg. Oh, well, the leg was healed, but he lost a son in the process.

The rumor became increasingly outrageous as it spread, eventually leading to the claim that Kaelen was the reincarnation of the God of Ruin, appearing to take revenge on the Beast God and wanting his people to perish. Everything related to Kaelen was smashed by them; even the things that could make their lives warm and full, such as glass noodles, pottery, medicine, and so on... they shattered them without mercy.

Over the next few days, many Sub-Beasts in the tribe suddenly fell ill. First were Elian and Cael; both fell into a deep sleep and wouldn’t wake up no matter how they were called. Next were other Sub-Beasts who had a decent relationship or brief interactions with Kaelen; some broke out in an itchy red rash all over their bodies, while others suddenly suffered from non-stop diarrhea. In just a few short days, the entire tribe was thrown into chaos.

Finally, the most explosive spark ignited: Mollet’s entire family was suddenly poisoned to death, simply because their Orion had once stood up to suggest giving a thank-you gift to Kaelen. Similarly, Orion’s friend—the orphan Sub-Beast Mie—also disappeared without a trace. Rylan from the Fourth Elder’s family had a persistent high fever and remained in bed without going outside. The Sub-Beasts who participated in giving gifts to Kaelen all suffered from itchy rashes of varying severity.

"The curse is here, quickly throw them out of the tribe!"

"Oh, the Chief’s family is also very close to that group, do we have to chase him away too?"

"The Chief and the Priest have been bewitched by the devil! Didn’t they say they would leave after winter? There’s no need to wait for winter, chase them away right now!"

The group of guarding warrior beastmen stood blocking in front of the sick tribespeople, the Chief, and the Priest, feeling somewhat at a loss for what to do. Zale transformed into his beast form and let out a roar, using the coercion of a level-three warrior beastman to suppress the chaotic crowd below. His sharp golden eyes swept over the area and stopped on the four elders standing behind the rebellious group, saying coldly:

"Second Elder, Third Elder, Fourth Elder, Seventh Elder! Are you trying to rebel?"

The Fourth Elder leisurely took a step forward, stroking the scepter in his hand, and said indifferently:

"Can’t you see the situation in the tribe right now? Do you want the whole tribe to die before you’re satisfied? With the tribe in such chaos, the Priest hasn’t shown up. Let me guess, he has fallen ill too, hasn’t he?"

Zale’s entire body tensed up. The Fourth Elder was right; last night, Nyx suddenly fell to the ground unconscious and wouldn’t move no matter how much he was called, in the exact same condition as Cael and Elian.

A black panther beastman parted the crowd and stepped out, saying in a deep voice:

"Zale, move aside right now. Out of consideration that you are a level-three warrior beastman, we will not hold it against you for getting close to those cursed Sub-Beasts. As long as you stand on everyone’s side and drive this cursed group out of the tribe, it will be fine!"

Zale’s pupils shrank in disbelief, and he spoke in a resentful tone: "Daddy, how could you say such a thing! That is Chief Jaxon, the one who saved Daddy from the enemy’s jaws!"

Maxwell let out a cold snort and said: "Zale, wake up. That is no longer your respectable Chief, nor my reliable comrade. He has been bewitched by the devil and has become the devil’s slave!"

"The one who needs to wake up is you, Daddy! And everyone else too, you are the ones who are not clear-headed! I will not betray the Chief, and I will not betray the Obsidian tribe!"

Maxwell said no more, walked up to the Second Elder, and bowed his head: "Second Elder, this son of mine has also been bewitched by the devil, please handle him as you see fit."

Zale looked at his father in disbelief. Was he... abandoned by his Daddy? Zale let out a mournful roar.

Similar things were also happening among the warrior beastmen and beastmen standing on the Chief’s side. Some people looked towards their families, then looked at the frail, elderly Chief on the other side, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted their teeth to step towards the opposing side. Someone stepped out first, then came the second, the third...

Gradually, the Chief’s side became quite deserted.

"Rubi!" A furious roar echoed out. Nordhal, with red eyes, watched his mate abandon them without the slightest hesitation to walk towards his family.

"Papa!" Wilder also ran over in panic, hugging his Papa’s leg. The little boy didn’t understand why, in just a few short days, the tribe had turned out like this.

Rubi’s body paused slightly, then he mercilessly pushed Wilder away. Wilder was kicked and rolled over by his Papa; feeling both bewildered and aggrieved, he turned his head and threw himself into his older brother’s arms, sobbing bitterly. Nordhal’s body hunched over slightly; he couldn’t believe that the mate he had chosen with his own hands, even ignoring the White Tiger clan’s teachings to desperately pair up with, would abandon him and his children at his most helpless moment.

Rubi quickened his pace to the right corner and grabbed the hand of a young Fox clan Sub-Beast, intending to lead the young Sub-Beast away. His arm suddenly felt a sharp pain; Rubi hissed and was pushed away by the young Sub-Beast.

After pushing his Papa away, Momo shouted loudly: "Traitor, I don’t want to go with you. I want to stay with Daddy, my older brother, and my younger brother. I want to stay with my two grandpas, I don’t want to go with you!"

Rubi rubbed his arm that had been bitten with several bloody holes, said nothing more, and walked indifferently towards the crowd opposite. From beginning to end, he didn’t open his mouth to utter a single word, not even sparing Nordhal a single glance.

In the past, Rubi was deeply immersed in love, not hesitating to ruin his reputation to marry the young young-chief, and was even moved because the young-chief was willing to violate clan teachings for him, being stripped of the young-chief position without a single word of complaint. He also tried very hard, successively bearing three children for Nordhal, including two tiger clan beast cubs and one young Fox clan Sub-Beast.

However, his sacrifices could not earn the acknowledgment of his two fathers-in-law, and he was still secretly mocked by the White Tiger clan people everywhere. Rubi endured and endured, and finally could endure no more. The Third Elder had said that if the Chief’s family left in the future, he could choose to stay. After all, he was so good at bearing children; there was no shortage of beastmen in the tribe who wanted to pair up with him.

There was no shortage of people like Rubi; in the moment when unity was needed the most, they turned their backs and abandoned their mates and children without the slightest lingering affection.

Finally, Jaxon could hold back no longer and spoke up:

"Alright, since we’re turning against each other today anyway, I will speak frankly. We will leave the tribe and go very far away. Among all of you here, whoever wants to stay, just stay. I will not blame you."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and a few more people left one after another. On the Chief’s side, the number of people was now pitifully few. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Wofu, take a headcount, then everyone go back and pack your belongings, let’s go."

"Wait!" The Second Elder stepped out leisurely and said: "If you are no longer the Chief of the Obsidian tribe, then the warrior training method bestowed by the Beast City must also be handed over."

Jaxon’s hands clenched into fists. He reached into his chest, took out a square-shaped animal skin bundle, and threw it straight at the Second Elder. The Second Elder opened the animal skin bundle to inspect it; inside the bundle was a very thick goatskin book, on which the steps for training beastmen were recorded. It was unknown what the book was written with, but after so many years, it hadn’t faded in the slightest.

After verifying its authenticity, the Second Elder nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, saying: "I hope that by today, you cursed bunch will be out of the tribe. I will send people to monitor you. If you dare to stop within less than three days’ journey near the tribe, we will show no mercy for old tribespeople!"

Jaxon gritted his teeth: "Fine, we are leaving!"