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Chapter 610-Awakening
The servants obeyed without batting an eye, as if they were simply going to slaughter a herd of livestock.

They carried their blood-stained weapons and turned to walk towards the deathly silent crowd.

Li San's mouth was wide open, his face covered in snot and tears, a mixture of dirt and despair.

He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, to say something, but the long-robed member of the myriad races simply pointed at him casually, and an invisible force gripped his throat, silencing all his voices and turning them into a silent boil.

He could only watch.

Watching the executioners calmly patrol the trembling crowd, their boots clattering on the cold mud, each step felt like a blow to Li San's heart.

At this point, Li San could only pray in his heart.

He prayed to all the gods and Buddhas he knew, to the vast天地 (heaven and earth), and to all beings he could and could not imagine.

Please, please, stop all of this.

At least... at least it shouldn't be her...

There was no riot among the tribe members, nor even the slightest decent resistance.

They remained kneeling, the glimmer of light that had just ignited on their faces long since extinguished, replaced by a deathly gray of despair.

They were like a flock of lambs accustomed to being slaughtered, allowing the servants to choose from among them, picking out their neighbors, their clansmen, and even their own flesh and blood...

"hiss!"

A cold light flashed.

A servant casually thrust his spear downwards, instantly piercing the head of a trembling child, abruptly ending the child's struggles.

The servant, expressionless, lifted the corpse from the crowd as if it were a rag, and tossed it toward the campfire.

This is just the beginning.

One scream after another was choked in their throats, and one vibrant life after another was easily reaped.

Their bodies were dragged to an open space in the center of the camp, where other servants stepped forward, drew short knives, and began skillfully skinning, removing bones, and dismembering them.

The technique was so fluid, as if it had been practiced a thousand times, with each cut landing precisely between the joints and muscles.

The blond, bulbous-nosed young man watched the bloody "meal preparation" process with great interest.

He still held onto Li San's broken arm with one hand, and would occasionally shake it maliciously, using the excruciating pain to pull Li San back from the brink of unconsciousness and force him to see everything clearly.

Just then, Li San saw seven or eight women being roughly driven out of the crowd.

They weren't killed immediately, but their eyes were emptier than those of the dead, filled with utter despair. Each of them instinctively covered their slightly protruding bellies with their hands—their last instinct as mothers.

At this moment, Li San's eyes seemed to burst open, bloodshot and tears streaming down his face.

He saw her, at the end of the line, the figure he had longed for day and night.

Ah Hua.

The woman he admired, the one he had silently recited countless times in his heart, the one he planned to propose to after this tax payment was completed.

“My lord,” a servant approached the young man, kneeling slightly to report.
"These are all pregnant women, with the freshest 'treasures' inside them."

"Oh?"

The blond, bulbous-nosed youth's interest intensified. He even stuck out his tongue and greedily licked his lips before turning to look at Li San, saying in a tone of sharing a delicacy, "My savior, you're truly fortunate. This is 'meat treasure,' flesh that has never seen the light of day, the most tender and the most nourishing."

you……"

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed Li San's face streaked with tears and blood, and his gaze fixed intently on a certain figure among the group of pregnant women.

He followed Li San's gaze and saw Ah Hua, whose face was deathly pale.

"Oh, oh, oh! My savior! Is this your lover? And in her arms... could it be your child?"

He was stunned at first, then, as if he had discovered some priceless treasure, he shouted excitedly.

"Good, good, good! That's wonderful! My savior, you are truly blessed! Here, this 'treasure of flesh,' I won't touch it, I'll give it all to you! How about that, isn't my repayment for saving your life enough? Hahahaha!"

As he spoke, the blond, bulbous-nosed youth grabbed Li San and dragged him in front of Ahua.

He walked around the stiff-bodied Ahua, clicking his tongue in admiration, and finally excitedly patted Li San on the shoulder.

Amidst his maniacal laughter, he reached out his other hand and lifted Ahua up like a chick.

Ahua's eyes were gray and numb. She looked at Li San, at his blood-stained face, at his broken arm. She just clutched her stomach tightly with both hands, and then, suddenly, she laughed. There was not a trace of joy in that laugh, only endless sorrow and relief.

Li San's mind went blank with a buzz.

He hated himself, hated his own weakness, hated his own incompetence, and hated this damned world even more!
Why? Why is it that humans have to suffer such a fate, worse than that of pigs and dogs?
His father, his mother, his elder brother who sacrificed himself to protect them... all the people he cherished died because of these high and mighty "masters"!

The next moment, all the hatred, pain, and despair that had been building up in his chest exploded.

Like a mad beast, Li San lunged at the blond youth without regard for anything, making a wild, guttural sound.

But he couldn't even get within three steps of the other person.

Two guards easily tripped him with their feet, then a heavy combat boot slammed down on his back, grinding his face into the cold earth.

"Oh dear, my savior, what happened to you?"

The blond youth feigned surprise as he looked at Li San, who was being trampled on the ground, but a cruel smile crept across his face.

He pulled Ahua into his arms, one hand brazenly kneading her swollen belly, feeling the rhythm of life, a strange smile of extreme pleasure on his face.

Li San struggled to lift his head, his mouth filled with the smell of mud and blood.

He saw Ahua looking at him, her once clear and bright eyes now filled with a deathly gray. She looked at him, her face filled with despair, and slowly shook her head.

That was telling him to give up, that it was all over.

Don't joke around...

The moment Ahua shook her head, the last string of hope in Li San's heart snapped.

His heart skipped a beat, then began to pound violently with unprecedented ferocity, each beat like a heavy hammer slamming into his chest. A scorching power, almost incinerating him, erupted from the depths of his heart, instantly engulfing his entire body.

Under the influence of this force, the air around him seemed to freeze.

The flames of the campfire paused slightly, and the broken tiles, scattered grass roots, and small pebbles crushed into the soil on the ground began to tremble slightly, then one, two, a dozen...

Defying all common sense, they slowly and strugglingly rose from the ground...

(End of this chapter)