Chapter 2: The Foodie Who Was Picked Up

  Although he looked no different from a human, the tail that protruded from his buttocks told Shiasu that he was not much different from the twelve strange Mankai beastmen in front of him, and the only difference was that he looked more like a human.

  Waking up to find himself transformed like this, and even more unfortunately ending up in a group of slaves being sold, Xia Zuo is now just feeling depressed, which makes him admire his own thick nerves.

  His whole body felt numb and weak, coldly observing everything around him. It was strange that he could actually understand the language of these people. Xia Zuo tried his best to filter out knowledge about this world from the mercenaries' conversations.

  Here is the translation:

  As if this were a gravelly wasteland on the edge of the Kampa Highlands, as if one were an excited Munk tribe high-ranking beastman, as if heading in the direction of the human border city of Sarnia, as if awaiting oneself was a fate of becoming a slave and so on.

  Although it was just a simple message, Xia Zuo's current situation is not difficult to analyze. In a world where slavery still exists, no one will reason with you.

  The twelve whip scars on the body of the Mang beastman are the best evidence, if one cannot adapt to all this, the final result will only become a pile of white bones that no one asks about by the roadside.

  Although he had only been awake for less than half a day, the white bones that kept appearing around him made it clearer than ever to Xia Zuo that he had completely left behind the dull, tasteless and peaceful world of his past.

  "Little one, what's your name? A high-ranking beastman like you should be in the heart of the Kampa Highlands, how did you end up in the Shattered Stone Wastes..."

  The beastman walking in front of Xia Zuo asked in a low voice, his deep voice filled with regret and anger. A high-ranking beastman falling into human hands was a shame for the entire Mongke tribe, even the Kampa beastmen, no matter that this high-ranking beastman was still just a weak child.

  "Xia Sha... I don't remember anything else..."

  Slowly uttering a name, which was also the original owner of this body, and the only thing left behind except for the body.

  Bang!!

  Suddenly, the two whips came extremely swiftly, with great force, directly striking Feng Han and the Mank beastman's back, causing their skin to crack open and their entire back to feel scorching pain.

  Xia Sha turned around and saw that the stout man behind him, known as Old Bal, was holding a whip and grinning wickedly at the two of them.

  "Filthy stinking monkey! Get out of here quickly! Do you want to taste the whip again?" With a sinister grin, Old Bal wiped his dry, cracked lips and made a threatening gesture with the hand holding the whip.

  Xia Sha didn't say a word, but quietly looked at Old Bal for several seconds, as if to remember his appearance. Before the latter raised his whip again, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his back, following the twelve beastmen ahead.

  This, however, caused Old Barl to pause for a moment. Any beastman who worshipped Kampa would certainly resist and roar fiercely in the face of the humiliation of flogging. Don't look at those twelve Mongke beastmen now being honest, they were all suppressed by the scars of flogging on their bodies.

  Originally, Old Bar was prepared to teach Xia Zuo a lesson when he rebelled and shouted, but after seeing that calm gaze, his face stiffened and his heart unexpectedly felt a little apprehensive.

  It was also his first time seeing such a beastman in forty years, and perhaps this was the difference between high-ranking beastmen.

  Lao Baer comforted himself in his heart, staring fiercely at Xia Zuo's thin back, Lao Baer was extremely ashamed of his momentary fear earlier, and secretly cursed that he would take good care of this little monkey in the days to come.

  Although this little monkey is valuable, a lowly beastman will not intervene as long as he doesn't play with the captain to death.

  The next day, except for that brief conversation earlier, Xia Zuo didn't say a word but his actions were extremely cooperative. He would walk when told to walk and stop when told to stop, without any resistance or emotions, not even a hint of defiance in his eyes. He was as calm and numb as an old slave who had long been domesticated and had his wild edges worn off.

  In stark contrast with the surrounding twelve Munk beasts that occasionally let out a loud growl and exchange blows.

  Instead, he got twelve companions who thought he was afraid of the whip and looked at him with contemptuous eyes, as well as Old Bar's gloomy eyes. All the way, he wanted to take good care of Xia Zha, but under his fully cooperative actions, he couldn't find any reason to wield the whip.

  But Xia Zha's calm demeanor, which did not conform to the logic of the beastmen, made all the mercenaries feel unreasonable, but they couldn't figure out why, and could only attribute it to the special nature of high-ranking beastmen.

  After all, even if it was an experienced team leader, he had only seen a high-ranking beastman from afar when following his master to the auction house as a young servant.

  "Gurgle gurgle..."

  A thunderous cry erupted from Xia Zuo's belly, and his already unsteady footsteps immediately became shaky.

  "Damn it! This monkey can eat more than twelve Piggs combined!" The blond Phil suddenly jumped up with a painful expression, and even the surrounding mercenaries couldn't help but look on in dismay.

  After the first meal, they found that this small Munchkin beastman had a stomach like an insatiable abyss, and after eating enough food for seven people, he finally stopped his thunderous roar with great difficulty. However, soon that belly would shout loudly again.

  All the mercenaries couldn't help but wonder how that small body could hold so much food, and even suspected that maybe it was because this little beast could eat too much that it was abandoned here.

  They also tried starving Xia Zuo, but the hungry beastman would soon become weak and feeble, even fainting. They had also whipped and beaten him, but his frail body was clearly not an act.

  In order to take these thousands of gold coins back, they had no choice but to reluctantly fill the deep abyss-like belly with food again and again.

  "Let him eat..."

  Under the gaze of a crowd of mercenaries, the captain reluctantly gave the order. Phil took off the bundle from his back with a gloomy face and handed over the last eight wheat cakes to Xia Zuo.

  "Captain, this won't do..."

  A grey-haired man walked up to the team leader and whispered, "With this ape eating away, our remaining food won't last until Sarnia!"

  Xia Zhen is really too capable of eating, the originally abundant food of the mercenary group has been eaten by him in a few meals, this is the gravel wilderness, food and water are the most precious things.

  "I know... Old Geli..." The captain's expression was serious, and he glanced at Xia Zuo who was swallowing his food. However, it was clear that he wouldn't give up the thousands of gold coins in hand for some worthless food.

  "After walking for three days, we can reach the border outpost. If not, we can resupply there." The captain furrowed his brow deeply and sighed after a while, seemingly having thought of a solution.

  "What?" Old Glei shouted, seeing that all the mercenaries were looking this way, and then hurriedly lowered his voice "Those damned border guards, they are more greedy than the most despicable half-beasts on the Broken Stone Wasteland..."

  Gnashing his teeth, deeply resentful and indignant, it was clear that those border guards had left a deep impression on him.

  "Old Grel... We have several thousand gold coins in our hands. As long as we return to Sarnia, this small loss is nothing."

  Patting Old G's shoulder, the team leader said with a smile, but absolutely cannot let those damned border guards see their harvest, otherwise those greedy bastards will at least deduct half of their gains.

  "Damn monkey, eat quickly..."

  Cursing the border defense army's bastards in his heart, the regiment commander urged anxiously.

  The words were urgent, but not a hint of anger, what if this monkey could eat more, such a coarse barley cake can be bought for ten copper plates in Sarnia, even if the monkey could eat more, it couldn't finish one gold coin, but once back in Sarnia, this monkey is worth thousands of gold coins.

  Coarse and dry large wheat cake, Xia Zuo ate with relish, although others did not know how his small body could hold so much food, but he himself was clearer than anyone.

  A strong stomach is like a crusher, rapidly grinding and decomposing these coarse foods into nutrients needed by the body, quietly strengthening Xia Zuo's blood and bones, internal organs.

  Although the slender exterior looks no different, the huge changes inside the body are only clear to Xia Zuo himself. The numbness of his flesh being constantly strengthened, Xia Zuo can feel it clearly every minute and every second.

  Except for the first time when he really fainted from hunger, most of the other times Xia Zuo pretended to be weak by using his stomach's growling as a disguise, so that he could have enough food to make his body stronger.

  It was only a matter of a few meals, and he could already feel the weak body generating considerable strength. The cowhide rope that had originally been tight on him now felt like it could be broken with some effort.

  The scars on his back would heal quickly, and the drastic changes that had taken place in such a short period of time were a magical thing that made Xia Zuo realize that he was indeed different from before, and even more so than the twelve beastmen of the same tribe in front of him.

  In the midst of joy, Xia Zuo, who was also at a loss due to insufficient information, could only attribute it to his identity as a high-ranking pure-blooded beastman and secretly ponder how to escape.

  As a well-informed global citizen, Xia Zuo naturally knew what the scene of slavery would be like. If he were to become a slave owner, Xia Zuo wouldn't care about what system he was in and might even thoroughly enjoy it. However, when he himself became a slave, the situation was completely different.

  Like a whirlwind sweeping away the remaining clouds, Xia Zuo tore down eight large wheat cakes and swallowed the last crumbs, ignoring the surprised and curious gazes around him. Only then did he silently stand up and walk back to the team, standing still.

  "Alright! Let's go, kids!"

  Xia Sha finished eating, and the team leader shouted loudly. With this little monkey's appetite, if they didn't speed up their journey, they might not have enough food left to reach the border sentry post.

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