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Standing before the raw meat, the two brothers had to admit that now, they were really, really hungry. They gulped a chunk of saliva.

Dustin, being a more developed cordollian, was the first to take flesh and brought it to his mouth. The fresh meat tasted indescribably good, and once he'd tasted it, it was impossible to satisfy himself.

Logan shuddered as he watched his brother tear into the meat, blood staining his clothes and hands. Looking like there wasn't enough humanity left in him to suppress the cordollian nature that raged within.

Though he believed in no god, Logan finally sat on his knees like a man in prayer, then started to tear at the flesh in front of him.

The pure cordollian scoffed seeing how some human-turned-cordollian mutants struggled to tear into the raw meat, especially those whose nails and teeth weren't sharp enough yet.

"Guuh...guuh..."

Logan gasped as he frantically tore into the meat. His mutation was slower than Dustin's, but he could clearly feel it. His throat felt a bit tingle and itch as if he'd eaten something he was allergic to. But his airways weren't swollen and he wasn't choking. It instead sent him into a state of thirst where he wanted more meat and couldn't control his instinct.

Contrary to human beliefs about the monsters' ferocity, the cordollians were extremely rational and level-headed hunters. They were quick to assess situations, and their minds were as cool as their skin. They never lost their temper, nor did they let their emotions get the best of them. Their society was organized, driven by rationality, command, obedience, and the distribution of roles.

However, their reason operated in a completely different way than humans, and the gap between the two could not be bridged, causing the mutants to be overwhelmed with seething impulses and foreignness.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Logan increased his aggressiveness as he struggled to tear the flesh apart. So did the other near-human mutants. Their stomachs were hungry, but their minds were racing as their hands and mouths refused to cooperate.

Dustin saw his brother's vertically elongated pupils narrow and flutter. It was quite strange to watch his usually neat brother munch on meat with the aggression of an animal, feeling both awkward yet familiar.

On the other hand, seeing the irresistible urge and seething instinct in the mutants' eyes, the purebred cordollian swished its tail in satisfaction. To turn them into true predators, into single, powerful cordollian, they had to be taught to eat raw meat first.

Even the skinny, dying ones looked so excited. It's safe to say that the cordollian revenge operation yielded some pretty good results as some of the mutants were able to adapt to this new environment and survive—despite it wasn't that long ago that they were hunted down for carelessly settling in the Cordollian kingdom.

It's been a pain in the neck to deal with the mutants' clumsy ways of communicating, but now that their true nature had been unleashed, rather than shouting at the top of his lungs, the purebred cordollian took a different tactic. He used pheromones and the vibrations of his tail beating the ground.

However, to test the qualities of the best mutants (because cordollians need to be able to make subtle movements during a hunt), instead of roughly hitting his tail against the ground, the purebred cordollian stretched it stiffly and rolled it repeatedly on the ground.

The vibration it caused was so subtle that humans who didn't communicate with their senses won't be able to feel it. Only cordollians could detect the tiny vibrations reverberating through the ground with their uniquely sensitive scales. Even more unique when combined with the distinctive pheromone they could release.

Dustin, still munching on his meat with blood smeared on his lips, felt the vibration and looked up. At first, he was puzzled by the irregularity of the vibrations, but a split second later, he understood what the purebred cordollian was trying to say in a way he had never learned in life. It was similar to the way humans subconsciously recognize a warning of poison when they see a very colorful plant or animal in nature.

It was a mix of command and warning. The cordollian society was divided into two hierarchies; the supreme leader, and the normal individuals below him, with mutants being the lowest of the low. Followed by information flowing into the mutants' minds that the only way to push their hierarchy was to contribute more.

One of which was population growth. The more eggs they produce and bring in, the better they'll get recognized.

But the real fun started after that. With a sly smile on his face, the purebred cordollian flicked his tail to convey the most significant message he had ever delivered.

There were not that many breeding females capable of producing eggs, so it was certain that there would be moments of shredding each other between the mutants. Each of them would try to spread their genes by every dirty trick possible.

Logan stopped eating, noticing Dustin look up from his meat to look at the cordollian. The subtle vibration under his feet had annoyed him so much, he was still too unmutated to recognize half of what the purebred cordollian was saying.

"That sounds very, very fucked up..."

Dustin swallowed hard, and glanced at his brother. From the look on Logan's face, he didn't seem to grasp most of the purebred cordollian was announcing.

For a moment, the survival instinct inside Dustin rose up. He thought how lucky he was for the information advantage over his rival, he could take Logan out if he wanted to.

However, that would be strategically unwise. If he took that advantage now, Dustin feared that Logan would somehow become what the purebred cordollian called a 'failure' and resort to 'dirty' tricks.

Because Dustin could already sense that with the change in Logan's body came a slight change in his personality. As a human, Logan's personality was brittle and he would have preferred to be slaughtered instead, but he had no idea what Logan would be like as a cordollian.

What he did know that this was no time to just kept on stuffing his mouth. It was obvious that his father was a breeder. His house might be raided by other cordollians. And just as the purebred told earlier, from now on, Dustin had to be constantly on the lookout for external threats.

A few mutants grunted looking like they understood what the purebred was trying to convey before the purebred bade them farewell and walked away.

[Good luck, then. I'll see you again here in three days.]
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