Chapter 3 – 2 The Dosticated Human
“Roar! Hurry up!” the Wolfman growled impatiently.
Tang San’s mother’s body trembled slightly, and her tears flowed even more torrentially. The Wolfman, however, paid her no more attention. With a step forward, a large hand with wolf claws simply scooped up Tang San from his swaddle.
“My child, my child!” The woman imdiately started wailing loudly, but at this mont, she didn’t try to fight for her child. Instead, she covered Tang San with the only tattered cotton blanket in the room.
In that instant, Tang San felt as if his heart was ruthlessly squeezed. After arriving in this world, he experienced the feeling of heartache for the first ti.
Suddenly, Tang San’s mother noticed that the tiny face turned toward her. The infant, who had just experienced a great upheaval, was not crying. Those originally lifeless eyes suddenly brightened.
Seeing the transformation in the eyes, Tang San’s mother was stunned for a mont, and her actions paused montarily.
“Get out of the way!” The Wolfman, losing patience, shoved her, causing her to fall onto a stack of straw. Then, with one hand, he carried Tang San’s small body and walked out.
It was cold outside, with biting winds. Whether out of kindness or fear that Tang San would simply die, the Wolfman ultimately covered his body with the tattered cotton blanket.
All before him turned to darkness, and the cold wind outside was temporarily blocked. Apart from so difficulty breathing, he wouldn’t die for the mont.
Tang San tried to calm himself down. Deep in his heart, he was praying.
Don’t die, Mother of this world, please don’t die. As long as I can survive, I will definitely co to find you, and make sure you live well. Wait for to return.
Once calm, his first tentative judgnt was that the Wolfman probably wasn’t taking him away as food.
The basis for this judgnt was simple. Firstly, his own two ounces of flesh certainly weren’t worth as much as his mother in this world. Secondly, the Wolfman had ultimately covered him with a blanket, which was to prevent him from freezing to death. If he were just food, who would care if he were dead? Of course, this didn’t rule out the possibility they wanted to eat him alive.
However, no matter how calm he was, what could a one-month-old child do? All he could do was… take things as they co.
Indistinctly, he could hear the wind howling. The outside world seed to have no other sounds.
This world is called Demon Monster Land. This was Tang San’s judgnt of this world after he had finally learned a bit of the language.
Just as he had expected, Humans, in this world, are slaves. They are objects of enslavent. And even amongst slaves, they are the lowest of the low because human bodies are too weak to be of much use.
This doesn’t rule out the possibility that humans in this world could beco food. The lowest of the slaves could also be considered normal food.
As for other information, he had none for now. After all, his mother interacted too little with other Humans.
It had been a month, and he hadn’t seen his father. It seed unlikely that his father was in any good condition.
How tragic! Even if starting from zero, at least give so ti to start from zero. Tang San lanted in his heart.
He had once considered the hardships of reincarnation, but he had never expected it to be this difficult.
Finally, the Wolfman seed to stop, and Tang San faintly heard him say a few words, but since he was covered with the blanket and still not quite clear on the language of this world, he didn’t catch it. Then, he felt himself being passed on to soone else.
The mont the cotton blanket was lifted, Tang San instinctively curled up his body. But the expected cold wind did not co. Instead, a warm sensation enveloped him, although it was accompanied by so less-than-pleasant slls.
But this was the first ti he felt warmth all around him since he was born. He opened his eyes wide to get a good look.
“Another child that looks like a little monkey. Grunt, grunt,” a muffled voice said.
Then Tang San saw a large face looming over him. Is that… is that a pig’s head?
Yes, a very large pig’s head. At least that’s how he recognized it. The pig’s head leaned in to take a closer look at him and then carried him inside.
“Waaah, waaah, waaah!” Cries rang out intermittently.
Tang San suddenly realized that he was not the only child here.
Then he was placed in a soft pile of grass. Well, he thought it could be called a pile of grass, or similarly, a nest.
Next to him, the crying beca a bit louder.
Then, a shadow pressed down upon him, sothing pinched his mouth, and, as it opened, a huge, soft object with a sweet, fishy sll was stuffed into it.
The warm milk rushed into his throat, and at that mont, Tang San’s eyes widened—not with emotion, but because he was almost choked to death.
If his own mother’s milk was like a trickling stream, this was simply like the mighty Yangtze River!
In an attempt to save himself, he instinctively closed his toothless gums, holding back so of that enormous presence to slow the flow of milk. Only then could he manage to swallow so of it down.
Taking powerful breaths through his nose, he adjusted his frail little body with effort. After a hard struggle, he finally caught his breath.
Then he put aside everything else and started to drink earnestly.
Nutrition, oh! Such precious nutrition! Was this the light of hope? Whether it was human milk or pig milk, he was content just to have sothing to eat.
However, his satisfaction didn’t last long as the huge shadow left. Although he was sowhat full, he couldn’t help wanting more. This was, after all, his first full al since coming into this world.
With his belly full, his spirits lifted sowhat, allowing him to observe his surroundings.
This was a house with straw covering the floor. Being so weak, he could only twist his head and look around as he was not yet capable of turning over. Thus, he could only catch glimpses of his surroundings.
There were three or four children nearby, all looking about the sa age as him. They also had a similarly thin and weak stature, all lying on so kind of soft straw. The room was still quite warm, at least not cold. The Pig Mom who had just fed him seed to have fed the others as well.
This feeling was much like being kept as livestock.
Uniformly raised slaves?
Tang San silently consoled himself in his heart, it was good enough that he wasn’t food. After having his fill, he finally felt there was a chance he could survive.
And so the days passed.
Pig Mom would co over to feed them milk three tis a day.
At first, Tang San was overwheld by the abundance of milk, but he quickly adjusted. Whenever Pig Mom ca to feed them, he would try to drink more. With nutrition, his body would recover. With a recovered body, he could grow stronger, and only then could he start cultivating. If he could cultivate, he could beco stronger and take control of his own fate!
No matter what kind of world this was, the most important thing was to strive to survive first.
And so, when he had been in this world for a hundred days, he was noticeably chubbier and fairer than his little companions.
Here, there seed to be more than one Pig Mom, and there were many children. By the hundredth day, after trying his best to eat and drink as much as he could, Tang San was already able to roll over. Naturally, he could see more. From the conversations between the Pig Moms, he learned more about the language and gained a better understanding of this world.
Demon Monster Land was vast, to a degree that even the Pig Moms could not describe. The place they were in was a small town in the northeastern part of Demon Monster Land, belonging to a Wolf Demon Aristocrat.
The world was known as Demon Monster Land because the rulers of this world were mainly two races, the Monster Clan and Spirit Clan, collectively known as Fairies.
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