486: Chapter 433: Transformation into Human_2 486: Chapter 433: Transformation into Human_2 “No, no…” the rcenaries groaned in agony on the ground, and at the brink of life’s final mont, their greatest wish was to deny it all.
They sad and greedily savoring the last monts of life, cherishing every precious second of breath.
The rciless nature’s executioner followed behind, vines wrapping around their necks, hoisting and dragging them away.
The vines tightened their grip along the way until the rcenaries suffocated.
The bodies of these rcenaries would hang evenly at the edge of the majestic forest, subjected to the wind and sun, becoming food for crows and maggots.
Their decaying, rotting appearance would serve as a warning to any who followed, urging them to think twice before stepping into this protected land.
“Beautiful.” Farosa erged from the depths of the night forest, approaching the bloody slaughterhouse.
The stinging sll of gasoline, reminiscent of those failed creations from the alchemy workshop, wafted up from the ground.
“You’re here too.” Sally turned around, lowering her head to look at Farosa.
“I like it here, I like being with people of equal stature.” Farosa walked up to Sally, speaking to her as if talking to a long-lost friend, “Once I firmly believed I was unparalleled, but fate mocked and I suffered alone, forced to flee far away.
Now I’m keen on making allies, hoping this ti I can achieve victory.”
Standing before Farosa, Sally felt nothing but dread.
This Witch played with life as if it were a trifle, life and death hinging on her whims.
Next to her, one had to nod in agreent with everything, eager to please, lest one incur a devastating punishnt.
She turned her head to look at the dark forest, hoping to see the ancient spirits slumbering within it, lanting their absence.
The vines retracted deep into the earth, and the trees ceased their movent, leaving her alone to confront Farosa directly.
“I just want to find answers.” Sally walked through the depths of the forest, hastening her pace, “I love this great forest.”
“More than any city…” Farosa followed behind.
As Sally broke into a run, moving with fleet-footed grace through the woods like a phantom, Farosa, unwilling to lower her dignity, could only follow slowly with long strides.
Sally arrived at the heart of the magnificent forest, at that huge golden tree brimming with dense foliage.
Each leaf emitted a supre golden glow.
The Forest Master had planted so of its deep powers into the tree, allowing it to thrive and resist the corrosion of pollution.
“After the Forest Master ca,” said Sally, “the golden tree in Rat Village also underwent a transformation, and my people began to change back to our natural human form.”
“Rats?” Farosa spoke with disdain.
“Humans.” Sally unraveled the mystery.
She climbed the giant golden tree and hung upside down from the golden branches by her tail.
Her body, covered in soft fur, was modestly draped with leaves and animal skins, making her feel more at ease, “The Ratn are turning back into humans.”
“Ratn should look like Ratn,” Farosa said, “Otherwise, what’s the dignity in that?” She was still fixated on the millions of Ratn, who would make the most qualified labor force, toiling diligently for any job requiring hard labor.
“You don’t understand.” Sally’s body slid upward, and with agile arms, she climbed halfway up the tree, her voice echoing through the woods, “They have been educated, returned to their jobs, and received respect and rest.
Then, they gradually began to look human again.”
“Really?”
“I got it all wrong before,” Sally climbed higher, “I thought the transformation into Ratn was permanent.
But on closer thought, the most disrespected, the hardest workers gradually took on the appearance of Ratn.
This process can be reversed; Ratn can return to being human.”
“Nestor Corporation?” Farosa gazed at Sally’s large black form set against the brilliant canopy of the Golden Tree, seeing her only as a dark stain begging to be erased.
“They change the fastest.” Sally sat atop a branch of the Golden Tree, “I sent three Ratn dressed in work uniforms, with hats and masks, to toil away in corners, earning wages.
On the third day, one’s fur began to fall off rapidly.
By the seventh day, they saw their human faces in the mirror when they woke up.
Then I had them leave Rat Village forever, so they wouldn’t turn back into rats.
A new life started for them.
This has beco a continuous cycle in Rat Village, and the number of Ratn there is dwindling.”
“You are reducing your own followers,” Farosa whispered mockingly, “You must be weaker than before.”
“So I ca here looking for a chance to relax, I made a difficult decision,” Sally gazed into the distance at the bustling Anjiu City from the treetops, she took a deep breath, “I want to help everyone, I want to help the Ratn turn back into Humans one by one, when Rat Village is empty one day, I will go sowhere else, continue to heal the Ratn around the world, teach them how to beco Humans again.”
“That’s stupid,” Farosa sneered, “If I had the power to turn people into Witches, I would do it without hesitation.
Turn them into my worshipers, look up to my divine might, and enhance my strength.”
“You have all been taking care of from the beginning,” Sally murmured, “I want to help everyone.”
“You don’t understand,” Farosa reminded, “you’ve got it all wrong; if the Ratn continue to be in the form of Rats, they are a unique racial group with their own culture, racial traits, and advantages.
If you turn them back into Humans, they will beco just numbers, beco cannon fodder like those rcenaries that were killed before.”
“The worst-off Humans have better lives than the Ratn,” Sally said.
“You still don’t get it, there are already too many Humans in this world, what you should do is protect the Ratn, increase species diversity.”
“So our existence is just to add diversity?” Sally looked down and roared at Farosa.
The huge screech made Farosa frown, such an obvious overreach filled her with deep hatred, such an offense deserved punishnt.
But when Farosa looked up, she saw cracks appearing on the Golden Tree, each crack filled with countless pairs of eyes, staring at Farosa.
“Don’t forget, you are first and foremost a Witch, a Ratman Witch,” Farosa dropped these words, then turned and walked away from the Golden Tree.
Watching Farosa leave, Sally fell into silence.
Yes, she was first and foremost a Witch.
Sally raised her hand towards the sky, watching the fur grow on her arm, the chaotic beliefs of the Ratn gathered into Dewdrops, and she drank them indiscriminately, resulting in her current form.
Sally didn’t tell Farosa her guess—
If all the Ratn turned into Humans, then the projections of their beliefs would also vanish, and Sally would fall from the deford state of a Rat Deity, returning to her original form.
But even if she told Farosa this idea, she would mock her, thinking that Sally did not cherish the precious Divine Power.
Farosa would never take the initiative to understand others.
Farosa is really fortunate to have everything.
Sally lay in a deep spot where the branches of the Golden Tree intersected, curling up like a Rat, surrounded by dense branches and leaves of the Golden Tree, like curtains and veils.
Farosa had people who loved her, a group of dedicated subordinates, a large group of young Witches listening to her teachings, and she was acquainted with many powerful ancient beings.
And Sally was just an ordinary mother Rat.
The ideals of a little Rat, were never important.
Sally consoled herself this way.
Then she lay in the tree and slowly fell asleep.
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