In the mornings, he accompanied Wendy Lewis to buy groceries.

  For the rest of the day, he practiced Swan Dance in the courtyard with the determination of a man who had already sacrificed all dignity.

  After all, both Wendy and Yvonne had witnessed his “performance.”

  There was nothing left to hide.

  But the results were undeniable.

  With Swan Dance plus Physique Digestion Tablets, he estimated that in another four or five days, he would fully digest the Undying Salamander extract.

  The price, however, was steep.

  Back pain.

  Sore waist.

  Numb hips.

  Cramps in muscles he didn’t know existed.

  Whenever his body reached its limit, he stopped and spent the remaining time learning evolutionary science from Wendy.

  During these days, Wendy successfully completed her second evolution, stepping into Breaker?tier.

  Of course, without combat skills, she remained a complete non?combatant.

  Meanwhile, every time they went out to buy vegetables, they heard more rumors about the Blackrock Mountains.

  Hunters kept finding beast corpses.

  Some claimed they saw a foul?smelling madman wandering the slopes.

  Evan and Wendy exchanged a look.

  They both thought of the same person：

  Quentin Vilewind.

  It wasn’t hard to understand what was happening.

  Even in his deranged state, Quentin didn’t seem hostile toward humans.

  But beasts were different.

  Beasts attacked anything that moved.

  A Saint?tier evolver wandering aimlessly through the mountains…

  any beast that attacked him would be instantly annihilated.

  And since the Blackrock Mountains had never produced a Tier?4 beast,

  Quentin was essentially walking through the region like a natural disaster.

  Evan and Wendy shared a quiet moment of worry.

  They both sensed it：

  The region would not remain peaceful for long.

  If Quentin continued rampaging, sooner or later he would attract the attention of both the Muke Republic and the Rovan Federation.

  And the Filthsoil Organization, having lost a Saint?tier elder, would never stop searching.

  Three major forces converging on one mad Saint?tier…

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  A storm was inevitable.

  And Blackrock City and Monka City—right beside the mountains—

  were sitting at the eye of the storm.

  “Once Yvonne recovers enough, we leave Monka immediately,” Evan said.

  Wendy’s expression dimmed.

  “Yvonne thinks the same.

  She… doesn’t have much time left.

  She wants to escort us back to Eastern Dawn before she goes.”

  Evan froze.

  “How long?”

  Wendy exhaled softly.

  “Two months.

  The Dreamweaver’s Eye caused irreversible damage.

  Her life force was drained.

  She has at most two months left.”

  “Isn’t there any way?”

  “Almost none.”

  “Almost means there is one.”

  Wendy hesitated.

  “The best—and only—solution is for her to complete her fourth evolution.

  If she reaches Saint?tier, her lifespan will extend naturally.”

  The first three evolutions strengthened the body,

  but only the fourth granted longevity.

  A Saint?tier could live two hundred years.

  If Yvonne reached that level,

  she would gain at least another century.

  Evan asked quietly：

  “What stage is she at now?”

  “She has absorbed two Tier?4 extracts.”

  Evan fell silent.

  To evolve into a Saint?tier, she needed a third Tier?4 extract.

  Such extracts were priceless—rare beyond imagination.

  But that wasn’t the real problem.

  Even if Eastern Dawn could provide one—

  even if Evan used his million Evolution Tech points to buy one—

  even if they obtained it tomorrow—

  Yvonne didn’t have the time to digest it.

  Two months wasn’t enough.

  Evan could only say：

  “Once we reach Eastern Dawn… maybe they’ll have a solution.”

  “Maybe,” Wendy whispered.

  But both of them knew the truth.

  Hope was thin.

  And then, the storm arrived.

  The next day, a shocking piece of news exploded across Monka City’s evolver community.

  A hunting team had entered the Blackrock Mountains and encountered the infamous foul?smelling madman.

  They noticed the ring on his finger looked valuable and tried to rob him.

  The result was predictable—

  Total annihilation.

  Only one woman survived—

  a healer who never joined the fight.

  She brought back the truth：

  The madman was a Saint?tier evolver.

  A four?time evolver.

  The news spread like wildfire.

  To ordinary people, a Saint?tier was a myth, a godlike being.

  Now they were told a Saint?tier had gone insane and was slaughtering everything in the mountains.

  Unbelievable.

  Impossible.

  But the corpses were real.

  Fear swept through Monka City and Blackrock City.

  Hunters refused to enter the mountains.

  The region’s economy—heavily dependent on evolutionary materials—collapsed overnight.

  As the rumors spread, more details surfaced.

  The madman was a corrupted evolver—

  a human who had absorbed human extracts and been cursed by the God of Evolution.

  Ordinary citizens had heard of the law banning human extracts,

  but they never knew the truth—

  that corrupted evolvers carried a permanent, nauseating stench.

  Now they knew.

  And now they knew one such monster was wandering nearby.

  Panic erupted.

  Families fled to other cities.

  Those who couldn’t leave begged online for the government to send Saint?tier experts to kill the madman.

  Hunters pressured the authorities as well.

  If Quentin wasn’t eliminated, they couldn’t hunt,

  and without hunting, they couldn’t survive.

  Under overwhelming public pressure,

  both the Muke Republic and the Rovan Federation issued statements：

  They would immediately dispatch Saint?tier evolvers to the Blackrock Mountains.

  The storm had begun.

  A mad Saint?tier is terrifying.

  A mad Saint?tier hunted by nations and a criminal organization is catastrophic.

  And Evan is standing right beside the epicenter.