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However, as the number of injured Mo-Moos grew, J sensed that the demonized creatures from outside the valley were attacking this place with deliberate intent. Among the attackers were remnant humans like the Blacksmith, as well as abominations born of mutated beasts. They no longer roamed aimlessly; instead, they exhibited swarming behavior, and even executed strategic encirclements. After every battle, new forest spirits were left wounded, and the surrounding woods began to crumble and...

Time flowed quietly in this secluded forest, like wind brushing past the treetops. J was no longer the outsider who had first arrived, viewed with wariness by all. Ever since the night he was carried into the valley by the Big Eyes, bearing his wounds, he had used herbs, alchemy, and countless sleepless nights to help one Mo-Moo after another survive their agonizing pain. The initial suspicion and rejection quietly crumbled away, bit by bit, through every act of healing and guardianship....

The wind swept through the valley, letting out a low moan, while the leaves rustled restlessly, as if foreshadowing an approaching omen. In the dead of night, an ear-splitting roar shattered the forest's silence. The Mo-Moos responsible for patrolling the border stumbled back into the valley in a panic. Their bodies bore distinct bite marks, and blood mixed with a sinister aura seeped out, staining their glowing patterns and bone masks. One of them, the Black King Mo-Moo, collapsed in full...