Starting with the defeated female knight

Those of superior bloodlines are intelligent and cannot be wrong.

She must not have tried hard enough, she must have made a mistake, or this is some kind of test...

But no matter how determined she was, how much she hoped, or how much she prayed.

The situation is getting worse and worse.

It even gradually reached a shocking level.

Wages are being cut again and again, the environment is getting worse and worse, the accident rate is constantly increasing, and the prices of all kinds of things are rising all the way up.

Furthermore, with the increasing pressure of the environment, people outside the factory gradually realized what was happening and began to hate the factory that had affected their lives, along with the workers inside, believing that both the factory and the workers had taken all the benefits.

Wendetta's situation is becoming increasingly difficult.

Fortunately, during the most difficult time, many people died in the factory due to some accidents.

In addition, some machines are damaged, requiring a small worker to perform some special operations.

Her daughter would be a perfect match.

Moreover, not only are they cheaper because of their lowly bloodline, but they also have extra labor power because they have learned a lot.

Later, after her daughter also joined the workforce, the combined salaries of the mother and daughter were finally able to barely make up for some of the shortfall.

If things can continue like this, perhaps they can survive for a while.

However, the situation continues to worsen.

The rate of deterioration is even faster than before.

It wasn't just the increasing competition and pressure from external factories; internally, corruption within the factories also rapidly grew and fermented over time.

When there were fewer factories and the noble lords were watching closely, it was difficult to operate. But as the number of factories increased, the average quality of the empire began to improve rapidly.

It's not just the upper management who are messing things up; the middle managers are even more exploitative, reducing the already meager benefits and salaries of the workers to an unacceptable level.

The blood on the ground was increasing, not only from the machines, but also largely from human activity.

Although Wendita was not treated badly because she asked for a low price and was very obedient.

But her and her daughter's wages were almost zero, and they barely survived on the increasingly poor and scarce food distributed daily by the factory.

Her body, deprived of nutrition for an extended period, coupled with over fourteen hours of intense labor each day (it was a reputable factory, so the working hours were shorter), pushed both her physical and mental limits to the brink.

As for her young daughter, whose health had been relatively good under her care, she became emaciated.

Work efficiency decreased, and I even experienced occasional dizziness and blurred vision, and started making mistakes.

The overseer's whip lashed out, leaving a clear bloody welt on her body.

After regaining her senses, she had to keep apologizing to the other person, promising to work hard from now on.

As for her daughter, even though she was a child and her bloodline was stronger than hers, she received almost the same treatment. Her already pitiful body was now covered with bloodstains.

Wendita started to cry.

Even though she has faced discrimination because of her bloodline since childhood and never cried even when she was on the verge of death several times, she now sheds tears where no one can see her.

She didn't know what she had done wrong, nor did she know what to do.

She just wanted to eat something, she just wanted to raise her daughter. She didn't even crave pretty clothes or think about living in a normal house.

She just wanted to live.

Is this also wrong?

She didn't know; she knew nothing.

And in the daily grind, in an increasingly foul and distorted environment, the same numbness as others gradually appeared in their eyes.

She is dying.

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, she doesn't know.

She overheard people talking in the factory, saying that life outside was no longer sustainable, and now a lot of people wanted to get into the factory, even willing to bribe the factory supervisors.

She neither confirmed nor denied it, nor did she feel that it had anything to do with her.

But it wasn't until her daughter was at work that she was overcome by extreme hunger and the factory's increasingly stringent security measures.

She fell into something like a chimney and broke her leg.

Emotions finally rekindled in her numb eyes. She knelt down, crying and begging for help to save her daughter.

She cried her heart out, and even the other workers who looked down on her showed expressions of pity.

After all, they had seen how sensible the child was. In addition, although Wendita was of low blood, she never caused trouble and would occasionally help others. Although everyone would talk about her behind her back, they would not usually play with her.

But given the circumstances, and having worked together for so long, even if it was someone of lowly blood, it was hard for them not to feel sympathy for them, and some even pleaded for their lives.

But the foreman at the head of the foremen yanked his braid hard and looked around with a sinister gaze.

"What are you looking at? Get back to work!"

"If you don't want to die, you'd better behave yourself!"

The other workers seemed to want to say something, but in the end no one spoke up.

Because everyone else knew that the other party had accepted bribes to send outsiders into the factory.

The simplest way, of course, is to kill a few of the people inside, and then fill the vacancies.

In fact, this isn't the first time this has happened.

Wendeta's daughter just happened to be in the line of fire; it wasn't even intentional.

So the workers dispersed.

After all, nobody wants to be the next victim.

Of course, there was resistance, but due to the difference in bloodline, those who resisted were nothing more than a few bloodstains on the ground.

The foreman ignored Wendita's pleas and went to find someone to preheat the furnace—after all, the death of the child was a minor matter, but the halt in production would be a major one.

As for Wendetta, this woman is now very inefficient because she can't afford to eat. If we kill her, we can free up another position.

So the overseer left.

Wendy paused for a moment, then frantically climbed to the chimney and pressed her ear against it.

There was the sound of a girl sobbing softly, but she stopped after hearing something.

"Is it...Mom?"

"It's me, it's me..."

She pressed herself against the chimney, tears streaming down her face.

"How are you?"

"......Um."

The voice inside spoke softly.

"It only hurts a little, I didn't cry, Mom."

silence.

"Mom, am I going to die?"

silence.

"Mom, I...I'm not afraid."

silence.

"Mother."

The voice inside spoke again, trembling uncontrollably despite its efforts to suppress it.

"If there's a next life, I..."

"I still want to be your daughter."

Click.

That's a signal that the warm-up is starting.

Time seemed to stand still, and red tears streamed from Wendeta's eyes.

She sensed something, and like a corpse, she raised her head to look at the blood-red child who had appeared out of nowhere.

Not only were his clothes blood red, but his body also seemed to be made of blood, and he was holding a tentacle that looked like a solidified blood clot.

Especially those eyes; once you meet them, it's as if you see an endless sea of ​​blood.

Countless souls inside were struggling, wailing, and roaring.

"Do you want revenge?"

He asked.

The numb corpse stood there for a long time before turning its gaze back to the chimney.

"I don't want revenge, I just want her."

"I can't do that."

The blood-red figure shook its head.

"I can only provide the power to help you hurt others, and even require you to hurt yourself."

The tentacle in my arms twitched.

"but......"

She turned to look at the chimney.

"Perhaps I can help you make her leave more easily, or at least less painfully."

silence.

for a long time.

"...What do you need me to do?"

“Sacrifice her.”

The crimson figure lowered its head slightly, gently stroking the tentacle in its arms.

"She is your most precious thing, isn't she? You could even say she's everything to you."

"Sacrifice her, turn her into your power, so that she can leave more easily and stay with you in another way."

"No, no, I can't..."

She instinctively wanted to deny it, but tears welled up again.

She didn't know what to do.

She never knew what to do.

But at that moment, a sound came from inside the chimney.

"Sacrifice me, Mother."

"I want to help you."

"If Mom doesn't want to, then I..."

"I will sacrifice myself."

Blood and tears began to flow.

Fine blood vessels burst from the eyeball, staining the whites of the eyes a deep crimson.

Even in his pupils, there seemed to be a burning flame of blood.

The sea of ​​blood was ignited by blood and tears, and that long-sealed crimson miracle, accompanied by the resonance of pain, finally descended upon the world.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.