Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2473

Unable to tell direction with the poisonous fog blocking his view, Darryl felt more helpless than ever. What he didn't realize at the time was that he was trapped in the most dangerous area of the Wild Deserted Secret Region, named as the Valley of Death by the Raksasa Tribe.

The Valley of Death extended to a total distance of over a thousand miles, with danger lurking at every corner of the harsh environment. Not even the bravest warrior of the Raksasa Tribe would dare to enter the area carelessly. Little did Darryl know that he was placed before the cruellest trial by nature itself.

Losing track of time, Darryl had unknowingly wandered in the valley for over three days. In those three days, he had come across Donoghue's body, deformed and rotting away by the poisonous fog. His Sky Breaking Axe was nowhere to be found, possibly taken by some beasts in the wild.

Darryl paid no mind to his discoveries. All he wanted was to find that gigantic python that swallowed the dragon ball and get out, but the Valley of Death was far too vast and with countless vicious beasts and gigantic pythons in every turn, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Perhaps due to the environment and the poisonous fog, the recovery of Darryl's internal energy was extremely slow. Darryl had felt anxious at first but as time went by, he somehow began to grow accustomed to his state.

Time flew and three years went by. In those three years, the Nine Continents had been restored in peace and its people went back to their harmonious lives. The Raksasa Tribe had obtained the right to reside in an area near the borders of the Nine Continents through negotiation and had settled in peace with the Nine Continents ever since. Along with prosperity and development, many began to venture into the Wild Deserted Secret Region to learn more about the mysterious area. As the by-products of the trend, unique occupations that were different in nature from that of sects such as mercenary groups, bounty hunters, and various expeditions emerged.

Meanwhile, in the woods south-west to the Valley of Death…

Darryl sat quietly with his legs crossed in a makeshift hut, he opened his eyes slowly with a long sigh. It had been three years since he fell into the Valley of Death. He had completely regained his power not long after the fall, but had chosen to stay behind in search of the dragon ball. In the first three months of being trapped here, he had come across a Raksasa warrior who had stepped foot into the area by mistake and learnt that the Raksasa Tribe and the Nine Continents had reached a truce. The news finally relieved Darryl from the concern and burden in his heart. Naturally, Darryl had managed to map out the entire area of the Valley of Death within these three years and had learnt almost everything there was to know about it.

"Sh*t, why does he look like a caveman?"

They scanned Darryl up and down with disdain on their faces. The woman that was leading the party, though, seemed to be curious at Darryl's appearance.

Darryl couldn't help but to feel slightly insulted at their comments. Though he was unable to argue once he realized how he must have looked. He had stayed in the Valley of Death for over three years now. His clothes had been destroyed long ago due to the poisonous fog, so he went ahead and made himself some clothes from animal skin. Judging from his outlook and the scars on his face, it was no wonder that he looked like a savage to these people.