I carried all the corpses back to the grave and began ripping the heads off. I had destroyed a good amount of the body for most of the rats but I would use that as the foundation. After ripping off all the heads I began laying the bodies on top of the grave. After forming the foundation I started putting the heads down.

The structure was large, but not large enough. Rats were just too small, even if the notifications called them giant. I bit into the giant rat patriarch and decided it would be a good idea to have some variety in the pile of corpses. But first things first, I had to deal with the collar.

If I left it on I would be able to change shape at will, which was insanely useful. But I also wasn’t able to have kids while wearing it. And it was a collar, from the human who had caused my kids to die.

I loved my kids, but do I even deserve more? I let them get into dangerous situations and by the end I treated them almost like soldiers. Do I really know how to take care of them? Huh. I actually don’t know.

I wasn’t prepared for them when I first laid the eggs. Maybe this time I should focus on getting ready? Getting the next evolution would be nice. I had learned that the next class advancement for humans was at level fifty so I assume it’s the same for me.

And a better location would be nice. Away from the lake and the mud flats. In a territory I had clearly claimed and patrolled in. Also eliminating all the nearby threats would be a good idea. I remember reading something about animals having territory in my old world. Maybe I could do the same thing here?

Alright let's make a list. I’ll take the collar off once I’ve evolved, claimed a safe and prosperous territory and cleared said territory of any threats. Yeah, that works. That’s long term. For now I’m gonna go kill shit and make a corpse pyramid. Gotta start small.

I stretched out and started walking through the forest, going in the opposite direction of the lake. I wanna fight something big, to level, eat and put in the pyramid. I walked around for a while but the only thing I fought was one of the smaller fire turkeys. Just as I was about to give up and go back to the rats I heard a grunt and a squeal. I turned and saw a boar easily double my size charging through the undergrowth.

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Trees collapsed beneath the beast as it stared at me with pure fury in its eyes. Its eyes were red and its skin was as well. It looked like it had already been cooked, but had somehow gotten up mid barbeque and slaughtered everyone there.

I dove to the side and stabbed my tail into the boar. I penetrated the beast but only by a few inches. The boar just shrugged and grunted, barely even noticing the small annoyance. It turned towards me and pointed its tusks down.

I frowned and sprinted at it, the beginning of a plan forming in my mind. As I was about to be gored and trampled at the same time I jumped into the air as high as I could and landed on the beast’s back. I set to work biting and tearing at the boar's thick skin. After almost a minute I was making progress while the boar just frantically screeched and bumped into trees.

After tearing through only muscle and fat I finally found what I was looking for. My claws hit what was most likely the spine and I quickly set to work. I sank my teeth into the bone and began pulling. I was still digging with my tails but after a bit I put my entire focus into pulling. I felt something give and instantly I was thrown off by my own force.

A good amount of the spine came with me as the boar collapsed to the ground and screeched. I felt some pity, but I had been craving bacon since my flight from the human lands. Some things just taste better roasted. Bacon included. I slammed my tail into the beast’s eye and into its brain as I panted and checked my notifications.

You have killed a level 11 Giant Iron Tusk Boar.

“What the fuck? That shit head was level 11? This is favoritism! I’m rich and yet you made this thing a powerhouse at level 11? Well guess what, I won! I’m better, bitch! That’s what you get for being poor.”

I kicked the corpse and began walking away but almost immediately turned back and started eating. No reason to waste food. The boar tasted better than anything I had eaten recently. The warm juicy meat was filled with flavor. After I ate my fill I dragged the corpse over to the pyramid and threw it on top.

The camp looked like a scene straight from hell. The ground was soaked with blood and the air was thick and heavy. The buzzing of bugs was deafening and the stench was overpowering.

I had done it. Once scavengers had picked the bones clean the area would truly look like a graveyard. Hopefully nothing would dare dig for the bones of my children. I shed a few more tears before turning away and walking deeper into the forest.

“I’m done with this area, it’s time for a fresh start! I’ll find a new home, level up a few times and make sure everything is safe! It’s prep time!” I sobbed quietly while walking away, memories of my kids overwhelming me.

I fucking hate this. Why does it still hurt? I grumbled and sobbed as I walked. Nothing attacked me for a while, which was both welcome and annoying. It was nice to take some time just to just cry. But it can also be said that killing things is very cathartic. Fuck I miss my kids.