Volume 3: Gate of the Gods Chapter 1 Garo Island The sky is as gray as ever, with no clouds and no sun, which makes people feel unreal when looking at it.
If it weren't for the damp and salty sea breeze that slapped his face, Old Porter would have thought he was dead.
Thinking of this, Old Potter couldn't help but laugh at his delusion in his heart.
How could it be so easy to die?
The sound of the Bone Demon Overseer's harsh words and the sound of whips hitting his skin could be heard in the distance, causing Old Potter to tremble subconsciously, and the sea-blue fins connected to his neck behind his ears shrank like a fan.
He hurriedly bent down, picked up the light yellow ore under his feet, and walked towards the flat land outside the rock mine.
He didn't even have time to smile bitterly, or it could be said that he didn't dare.
The sound of whipping and scolding still continued.
This sound had not stopped since he was shackled when he turned twelve years old.
Of course, just when he thought he was finally dead and out of misery, it still did not stop. .
Perhaps this is his fate, like his ancestors, who have been born and died in slavery for generations.
Old Potter shook his head, and a slight bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but this slightly desperate and bitter smile disappeared immediately after it appeared.
The bitter smile disappeared in time, and Old Potter couldn't help but feel lucky in his heart, otherwise if he was discovered by those fierce overseers with whips in their hands, he would inevitably be beaten severely.
If old Potter remembers correctly, he is already over four hundred years old.
In fact, what difference does it make whether he remembers it correctly or not?
He still needs to carry the ore piece by piece in the mine.
The whip will still hit him when he has no strength and when his movements slow down, and the supervisor will scold him.
Sound and saliva will never spare him, a worthless slave, and nothing will change until the day he dies.
The light yellow ore in his arms had sharp edges, cutting through the bone scales on Old Porter's skin.
There were terrible blood marks left on Old Porter's bony upper body, stuck between the bones of his chest.
But Old Potter seemed to feel no pain, and he still walked step by step, laboriously towards the wide flat land where the ore was piled.
After placing the light yellow ore neatly on the flat ground, Old Porter didn't dare to stop before he could take a breath and turned back towards the mine.
The shackles under his feet made a sharp clanking sound.
Old Potter lowered his head and glanced at the shackles and iron chains on his ankles.
The dark and heavy shackles had long been smoothed by time, and his feet had become twisted after wearing the iron shackles for nearly four hundred years. deformity.
Old Porter is a sea tribe, which can be seen from the bone scales on Old Porter's body, the fins behind his ears, and his dark blue eyes.
Not only that, Old Porter is also a sea clan whose end is approaching.
Because the average life span of the sea clan is only five hundred years old, he is already over four hundred years old this year.
Since he was twelve years old, the shackles on his feet have never left him.
It can be regarded as the thing that has accompanied him the longest in this life.
Why is it said that the shackles are the thing that has been with Old Potter the longest?
Because Old Potter's parents died under the overseer's bone whip before he even put on the shackles.
After a hundred years of working in the mining area day after day, Old Porter finally reached adulthood and gave birth to two sons with a Sea Tribe woman under the king's will.
However, when Old Porter was more than 200 years old, At that time, one of his underage children died of exhaustion in the mining area, and soon after, his wife also died under the overseer's bone whip. finally.
When Old Potter was nearly four hundred years old, his still-living son gave birth to a Sea Clan slave for the king.
He was the grandson of Old Porter.
But not long after, his son and daughter-in-law offended an overseer and were beaten to death in the mining area by the overseer.
It is because of the king's policy that those of the Hai clan who are under twelve years old do not need to wear shackles or endure the pain of whipping.
Otherwise, his grandson would not be able to escape the wrath of the overseer.
Today, only old Porter and his grandson Parker, who is not yet twelve years old, are still alive, still wandering in this sea of misery, even if they want to die.
Therefore, this is why he has worn this pair of shackles for nearly four hundred years.
It was the thing that stayed with him the longest.
On Garo Island, or in this world, the most terrifying thing is not death, but living.
A life of eternal slavery is worse than death.
This is why when old Porter just looked at the sky and lost his mind, he felt that he was already dead, because in this world, death is really a luxury.
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Although Old Potter also wanted to go over and offend the overseer and seek death, the bone whip in the hands of the overseer hitting his body was really more painful than living.
The honest old Potter had almost never been beaten by the bone whip, but every time the bone whip hit his body, the pain of the skin being torn, the bone scales flying, and the abyss's evil energy soaking into the bone marrow was enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.
Every Sea Tribe slave with iron shackles on their feet must have experienced the horror of the bone whip and must be afraid of it.
In this world of slaves, the bone whip was almost as terrifying as the king's wrath.
"Pa" There was another sound of bone whip whipping, causing the distracted old Potter to tremble all over.
Old Potter shook his head, thinking that as he gets older, he really likes to think nonsense.
He quickened his pace and walked towards the mine.
He didn't want to be whipped for his efficiency and stupidity.
In a few hours, he would be able to go home and escape from the terrible hell in the mining area.
Old Potter didn't want to be whipped with a bone whip in the last few hours before his break.
Moreover, the average lifespan of the Sea Clan is about five hundred years old, and old Potter is already over four hundred years old.
The relief of death is not far away from him, and he does not want to leave any regrets before his death.
In this world called "Holy Land", Garo Island is just a medium-sized island with millions of slaves and less than 10,000 overseers living on it.
The slaves on the island are mainly sea people, with a small number of humans and other races.
These slaves have been slaves for generations, living on Garo Island and in the Holy Land World.
The slaves followed the king's will, mining, collecting medicine, making weapons, etc.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Holy Land is actually an out-and-out slave world.
In the Holy Land, there are countless islands like Garo Island.
The Holy Land is a living hell, a hell for slaves.
Of course, the Holy Land is also a paradise for kings and overseers, because there are countless slaves of all races living under their lustful power.
For example, the Sea Clan, who have been slaves for generations, have lived in the Holy Land for thousands of years.
It has been so long that the Sea Clan has forgotten what the real Sea Clan is and what normal life is.
After thousands of years of slavery, the sea people living on the holy island only knew how to follow the king's will and live a life of slavery.
The eastern coast of Garo Island is where millions of slaves on the island live and rest.
This flat land, which occupies less than a quarter of Garo Island, is filled with dilapidated tents of various sizes, and there is almost no distance between the tents and they are closely adjacent to each other.
Because millions of slaves were crowded into this slave living area, there was almost no open space between the tents except for the roads used for walking.
The tent living area smells so bad that even the strong sea breeze cannot dispel the smell left by generations of Sea Tribe slaves here.
Because the sea water around Garo Island is full of deadly abyssal demonic energy, slaves of the sea tribe never swim or bathe in the sea.
After all, the abyssal demonic energy is a very terrifying energy for races other than the abyssal tribe.
Almost lethal.
The slaves on Garo Island commute between the mining area and the residential area like walking zombies every day, and they live in this crowded land full of dilapidated tents at night.
Of course, Old Porter's home is also in this residential area.
The dilapidated tent next to the seaside was Old Porter's home.
For more than four hundred years, Old Porter was born, grew up, gave birth to children, and grew old in this patchwork, dilapidated tent.
For more than four hundred years, Old Potter had lived a hellish slave life in this tent, waiting hard for death.
Old Porter's dead parents, wife, two sons and a daughter-in-law also lived in this dilapidated tent, and Old Porter's grandson Parker was in the tent at the moment, quietly waiting for Old Porter's return.
Parker sat on the ground, looking at the sea outside through the curtains of the tent, his eyes empty, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, a hoarse moan came from behind Parker, causing the fins behind Parker's ears to shrink rapidly.
Parker hurriedly turned his head and looked back, and saw a gray-haired man lying on the bed, his body shaking constantly, as if he was experiencing unbearable pain.
However, just when Parker wanted to get up and take a look at the gray-haired man At that moment, the unconscious gray-haired man groaned a few times, but there was no more sound.
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