Chapter 49 It’s sad, it’s the end of the month again* …
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There are many things that I still remember vividly even though they happened a long time ago.
I was born in a very ordinary small village, with only a few dozen people in the whole village. I have never seen my parents since I was born.
Unlike the players, who were able to find clues through various traces, I, who was uneducated, learned about my parents' "death" from the villagers after meeting them.
The only thing to be thankful for is that they did not tell anyone about my existence before entering the Fountain of Eternal Life, so the village chief's children and I became the only children left in the village.
When they found me, I was already past the prime age for sacrifice, so they had no choice but to give up.
In the age of ignorance, people will establish many ridiculous rules. On the one hand, they are afraid of possible punishment from heaven, afraid that the gift from heaven will disappear and they will not be able to live forever. On the other hand, they use these words to make rules, trying to control everyone and enjoy the privilege of being superior to others in terms of intelligence.
In my life before I was four years old, I can hardly remember how I survived. Maybe it was the rats that came in, or something else. Or maybe it was the cool operations of those players in "God's Blessing 1.0", anyway, I survived.
And when I was four years old, I met a black cat.
It has a sleek, black fur, and is so powerful that it puts humans to shame.
Our encounter was very simple. It was raining heavily, and the cat came to my house to take shelter. I was so hungry that my eyes glowed green. I grabbed a soft thing and put it in my mouth, and then I looked into a pair of eyes that glowed in the dark.
I guess the cat must have been speechless because it slapped my paw next.
But it was obviously aware that it lived under a human's roof (although I think it felt that I lived under a cat's roof). After the heavy rain stopped, the cat ran out through the broken window and came back in the evening and brought me a bird.
I didn't feel disgusted at all and devoured it all. If the cat hadn't slapped me, I probably wouldn't have left it even a bone. Fortunately, the cat slapped my face a lot, because from its perspective, it was probably shocked that such a big cub wouldn't even spit out a bone.
From that day on, the cat lived in my shabby house.
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The cat saved me.
To me, it is not just an animal, it is my family.
It works hard to go out hunting and share its food with me. We depend on each other. I don’t know what the cat thinks, but when it is willing to come to my side and meow softly to me, I will feel happy from the bottom of my heart.
Until later, famine struck.
Even if we try to control the population and humans don't die, the world's resources are limited.
The unprecedented high temperature caused the grass and trees to wither, and animals left their habitats and began to migrate to remote oases. This greatly reduced the number of animals that could be captured, and people had not yet begun to cultivate fields on a large scale in this era.
To use the words from the forum, the level of development at that time was not high, and people were still using team hunting to hunt wild beasts.
Although you won't die, you will still feel pain if bitten by a wild beast, and you will lose the ability to move.
Apart from those who were sacrificed, I have seen people wailing in pain on the roadside countless times.
They looked more like corpses, their bodies were incomplete, some even had only a head left, but they were still making painful sounds. Their cloudy eyes looked at everyone on the roadside, full of hatred and jealousy.
If someone throws them a piece of food, it's like feeding a dog.
Those who were lying on the side of the road and could not make a living by hunting struggled to grab the food, while those who had left behind laughed at the scene and regarded it as entertainment.
The evil of human nature was clearly revealed, and it was an absurd and confusing era.
When the famine came, food reserves were severely insufficient, which led to the following events.
In a normal world, what should happen at this point?
The ground was filled with starving corpses and people were eating each other’s own children.
In this immortal world, similar situations are more common. After all, the people who are eaten will not die. This greatly reduces people's guilt in some ways, and also makes meat the most popular food during famine.
Countless people live lives worse than death, and countless people’s lamentations reach the sky. Only the Fountain of Eternal Life remains clear. Only the tributes to the Fountain of Eternal Life continue.
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I was sacrificed when I was 16 years old.
At that time, except for me, everyone else in the village had some connections, so I was isolated and helpless. Since both my parents had passed away, I became the best substitute.
Logically speaking, I’m not old enough, but who cares?
I knew from a very early time that my fate would be like my parents', becoming a hypocritical joke in the mouths of others.
So I only have one wish, that is, my cat can live healthy and well.
Sometimes I think it would be better off without me. It's smarter than I am, a better hunter, and a better hider.
Even if someone wants to catch it, they never succeed. In a way, it can even be regarded as my bread and butter.
During famine, it was it that would run to other people's homes again and again to steal food for me.
Meat, meat, meat.
The meat is bright red and tender, as if it had just been removed from an animal's body and was dripping with blood.
I feel like vomiting.
But I can't not eat it.
My body trembled and I swallowed them with my tears.
If I don't eat, I will become the next piece of meat.
If not, the risk my cat took would be wasted.
It doesn't succeed every time, and I can often see wounds on it.
Wounds caused by beatings with sticks, wounds caused by stones, and even wounds caused by bites from vicious dogs.
But my cat never said anything, it just curled up tiredly in the corner, licking its fur silently. It licked away my tears when I couldn't help crying.
Sometimes, beasts are more like humans than humans. At least they comfort each other, while humans only step on them.
The world is cruel and ruthless.
Only my cat is warm.
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When winter came again, the scale of the famine became even greater.
I held my cat and listened to someone kicking the door outside.
I was glad that I had reinforced the door and dragged the bed behind it.
The cat's body temperature seeped into my hand through its fur, and I lowered my head to touch its forehead.
The cat looked at me, and I saw my pale, frightened face in its dark eyes.
We are all just the smallest members of this world. But even so, I still want to live.
When spring came, my cat disappeared.
It ran away one night and never came back. I tried to find it for a long time, but I only found a pool of blood in the place where it often appeared.
It was also that spring that I was sent to the altar.
The Fountain of Eternal Life shone transparently in front of me, and I could see the twisted and struggling faces of the people below.
It was so clear, clearer than the innocent eyes of a newborn baby, that I could see the distorted and struggling faces under the water.
The village chief walked towards me with a hypocritical smile on his face.
"Your parents passed away early, and you are still alive today thanks to the kindness of the villagers. Now it is your turn to contribute to the village."
He patted my shoulder, just like a kind old man next door, but my body couldn't help but tremble, I smelled the strong smell of blood on him.
Then the village chief ordered his grandson to come over with a bowl of blood.
He dripped blood on my forehead, drawing a strange pattern, and then drew two lines under my eyes, like long tears.
"Go, let the Fountain of Everlasting Life wash your body. Come close to your soul. You are blessed and will receive the gift of the Fountain of Everlasting Life."
He laughed, and the people around him looked at me covetously.
Their eyes are like jackals, full of greed.
I walked numbly towards the spring, letting the water slowly submerge my legs, waist, lower abdomen and chest.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a sharp meow and wailing sound.
I turned around suddenly and saw the black cat running towards me. It ran unnaturally and its hind legs were limping.
The village chief's face was scratched and he pointed at it and shouted angrily: "Catch this guy! I'm going to skin it alive! Damn it, how dare it scratch me!"
I frantically tried to reach out, but before I could, several people swarmed over and pinned the cat to the ground.
One of them raised a stone and smashed it hard on the head.
One, two, three times.
The cat twitched and became motionless.
Blood flowed from its tiny body, staining the ground. I could vaguely hear them shouting, "Thanks to the Fountain of Eternal Life, we can have a good meal today!"
Someone pushed me again and forced me to walk towards the center of the spring.
The clear spring water drowned me, and countless people reached out their hands to me under the water, pulling me down like seaweed.
Water rushed into my throat and then my lungs. But I didn't feel any pain, my mind was still thinking about my cat.
——If the world was born like this.
Immortal people lose respect for life and begin to treat other people's lives as playthings.
Except for their children, other people's children are not children. Except for themselves, other people are not human beings.
Then eternal life would be a curse to them.
It is a curse that turns everyone bad.
It is a curse that brings despair to this world.
Always, I want to live a happy life, I want to live a free life.
I want to run on the grass, lie on the hill, watch the sunset, and the morning light fall on my face.
If all these cannot be achieved, then I want the wicked to be punished and the good to be happy. I want to end this damned eternal life.
At least the world shouldn't be like this.
At least my cat didn't die.
Countless hands were grabbing at my body, they were also hungry. I took the initiative to put my hands into their mouths, and among them, I saw my parents, they had faces very similar to mine. Tortured by hunger and drowning, they were the first to bite me.
Eat, eat, if you are hungry, please eat. I give you my flesh as bread, and my blood as seasoning.
In return, please lend me all your resentment and pain, and give me your curse on this world, so that I can end the life of all things and end this eternal curse.
——Let me be this eternal enemy.
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