No matter whether meals are provided or not, someone will inevitably die, either from starvation or by being eaten.
Except the child's father stepped forward to plead, crying and begging:
"Master, my child is young and has little flesh, please eat me instead."
Other laborers silently bowed their heads, not even sparing a glance.
After experiencing countless tragedies under the rule of the Clothes and Crowned Beast Dynasty, they had become thoroughly numb.
"I prefer to eat tender youngsters, you old thing, get lost!"
The man, although only in his thirties, looked more worn than someone in their fifties, was kicked away by the Pig Demon.
The child's arms were pulled straight with great force, joints creaking, causing him to scream in agony.
The Pig Demon's face, covered in bristles, only had a bloodthirsty sneer, clearly preparing to tear the child into two, starting from the internal organs.
