Quadruple split.

Chapter 2569 No. 715

Chapter 2569 No.
No. 715 is an ordinary worker in the Earthworm Excavation Site.

He is nineteen years old. Due to poor development, he is only two hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall and weighs less than four hundred kilograms. But even so, No. 715 is still a model worker at the excavation site. Not only is he punished less than five times a month, he even gets an extra meal occasionally.

So at least from the perspective of No. 715 himself, he is actually a very happy slave.

No. 715 didn't know much. For example, he had never known what an ogre was. In his opinion, the only creatures that needed to eat every day, including himself, were the big slaves, the small slaves, the small big slaves, the dead slaves, and the masters.

A little slave is someone who is not even as tall as your thigh.

The great slave is a person just like himself.

A small slave is someone who is shorter than you but taller than your thigh.

A dead slave is someone who is unable to continue eating, does not move, and emits an unpleasant odor.

The master is someone who has a holy emblem on him and he must not be resisted.

The above is all that No. 715 knows about the concept of "human". Apart from that, the only knowledge he has left is eating, excreting and working.

For ogres, eating and excretion are innate instincts. As for work, it is simply mechanical labor without any sophisticated steps. They can be trained to master mining and transportation proficiently just through food.

And if nothing unexpected happens, with the qualities of No. 715, he might even be able to obtain the right to reproduce in about ten years and give birth to offspring with another equally outstanding ogre slave woman.

In fact, that was how No. 715 was born. His father and mother were both slaves raised by Shadow, and he received the same "education" since he was a child... if such a crime that was completely contrary to humanity could be called "education."

However, as we all know, under normal circumstances, as long as the phrase "if nothing unexpected happens" appears, the probability of an accident will directly rise to 80% or even 90%.

Thus, on this ordinary day for July 15, the [Earthworm Excavation Site] became history after a few uninvited guests showed up.

In the eyes of a slave, it seemed that it only took the time to unload a truckload of ore, but those small and big slaves, big slaves and... shelled slaves crawling on the ground who had somehow broken into the 'new home' turned those noble masters into dead men, while he, who was also a lowly slave, was not harmed at all.

No. 715 was unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes, and his companions whose consciousness had been destroyed by a large amount of cheap drugs naturally could not figure out the situation either. As a result, the slaves in the excavation site just stared blankly at their once high and mighty masters turning into cold corpses.

However, for some reason, watching those noble, great, glorious, and compassionate masters fall one by one, staining the ground with their warm blood, and their bodies gradually turning cold on the dirty mud, an indescribable emotion actually grew in the heart of No. 715.

This emotion was so strange, but it touched his ignorant heart more than enduring the merciful beatings from his masters.

No. 715 was terrified by this emotion. He wanted to turn around and run away, away from the corpses of his masters that made him feel warm in his heart, but his legs, which were usually strong, felt as if they were filled with lead and he could not move.

until--

"Hey."

A large slave who looked very similar to No. 715, but a little different, appeared in front of him at some point. In his left hand, he held a blunt tool that would be very effective in mining. In his right hand, a flame that was emerald green but not warm was swirling. With a lively expression on his face, he asked him tentatively, "Can you understand me?"

Although he could not read or write, No. 715, who could at least understand simple common language, nodded for some reason and was then taken to the miners' hall by the big slave who looked similar to him but had an extra head.

No. 715 was not unfamiliar with this place. Although he would only stay in this open area for a few minutes every day, he liked the feeling of pushing the mine cart into here. After all, for the big slaves, most areas here were a bit too secluded. Not only that, if he was lucky, he could also pick up some food in this place where the master often wandered.

It was not the dry dough that looked like a wax seal, nor the moldy cake that tasted like mud, but some food residues that fascinated him.

Of course, most owners did not like No. 715's behavior of secretly looking for food scraps, and the few times he was whipped were because of this. But although he even lost an ear in the worst case, he still liked to secretly collect the scraps dropped by his owners.

Because No. 715 once had a little slave friend.

Although those little slaves turned into zombies in just a few days, before the potion took effect, they would share their stories with No. 715. They said that this world is not just made up of big slaves, little slaves, little big slaves and masters. They said that the dough and moldy cakes that No. 715 treasured were actually not delicious, and there were countless more delicious things out there.

They also said that as long as No. 715 was willing to rebel against his master, they would take No. 715 to see the real world and breathe the air of freedom.

Number 715 did not understand most of what they said, but he liked the stories brought by these little slaves. As for the rebellion against their masters, he had not thought about it carefully, and the little slaves did not mention it again. In fact, they did not even speak after that.

Not only that, perhaps because the dough and moldy cakes were too unpalatable, the little slaves would soon fall ill and were then killed by their masters after being confirmed to be unable to work.

So No. 715 would secretly give the food scraps he collected to the little slave. Although he liked the taste of those things, as a strong big slave, the dough and moldy cakes would not make No. 715 sick, so he had better give them to the little slave.

Because when they become dead, No. 715 will feel uncomfortable.

It was a bit like the discomfort of being whipped by the master, but also quite different.

Looking at the intact food scraps handed over by the two-headed slave, No. 715 smelled the scent and began to think uncontrollably.

Then, he instinctively looked around, wanting to secretly give the intact food residue in his hand... or the food that was not really a residue to the little slave nearby, but he suddenly discovered that the big slaves, little slaves, and little big slaves around him whom he knew were all given similar food.

Although it seems that there is no fragrance in my hand.

"..."

So, after a brief battle between man and heaven, No. 715, who still didn't understand the situation, thought that it would be okay even if he ate a little. After all, the piece of delicious food in his hand was very big. Even if he encountered a little slave who had no food later, if he only ate a small bite, there would be enough for the other party to eat.

So he took a small bite.

Luckily, he only took a small bite.

Boom! ! !
The next second, No. 715 belatedly heard the sound of himself hitting the ground. Not only that, the small bite in his mouth, which he thought was food, was actually something more terrifying than a whipping, which was gradually spreading and trying to destroy his body and spirit at an incredible speed.

It was a kind of torture that No. 715 had never experienced before. In comparison, the punishments from his masters in the past that made him tremble all over at the thought of them were so mild and nostalgic.

In a trance, he seemed to see his parents gradually fading away in the midst of their cries. That was his own cry, that was...

"Spit it out! Spit it out quickly! Anthony, look at what you have done!!!"

A terrified voice suddenly rang in the ears of No. 715, interrupting the increasingly three-dimensional kaleidoscope in his mind. It was followed by a violent shaking. Finally, after some indescribable existence was spewed out of his mouth, he finally gradually realized what had just happened and let out an indistinct growl, indicating that he was willing to punish himself by starving to death, just to avoid seeing that kind of unreasonable weirdness again.

"I'm sorry, Anthony didn't mean to hurt you, he just thought everyone's adaptability was the same as his."

One of the two-headed slaves sighed and said something that was hard to understand. He took out another thing that looked like food and handed it to No. 715: "Eat this. This is something that pigeons have never touched."

"No... No!!" No. 715 could not bear this kind of punishment. He kept shaking his head and making vague requests, until he was shocked to find that the other party actually took a bite of that thing on his own initiative.

Although he could not understand too many complicated things, there was at least one thing that No. 715 could understand clearly, that is, no one would willingly die in torture.

Just like that, after a brief struggle, No. 715, who had reluctantly let down his guard, took the thing that might be food, or might be something indescribable, and took a bite with great trepidation.

Tears filled his eyes without him noticing.

It was not because the food in his mouth was so delicious, but because No. 715 realized that the stories told to him by those little slaves were true.

This world seems bigger, freer and more beautiful than I imagined.

Although he did not understand what "freedom" and "beauty" were, this did not prevent No. 715 from gradually realizing that the other party was not a two-headed big slave, but what those little slaves had repeatedly told him -

"friend?"

Looking at the receding figure of the two-headed slave, No. 715 muttered these two words incoherently like a trance.

……

"They don't have a correct understanding of the world. Are they the kind of cheap labor that has been raised from childhood and trained as slaves and hard laborers since birth?"

Mo Tan sighed silently, and after receiving a positive answer from Dabus, he looked around again. After half a second, his eyes fixed slightly, and he raised his hand to point somewhere: "Has he... been looking at you?"

"what?"

Dabus was stunned at first, and then he looked in the direction pointed by Mo Tan with a very subtle, very awkward, and very tangled expression, and he coughed guiltily: "What... uh... um, right... I think so."

"What should it mean?"

Ji Xiaoge, who was standing next to Mo Tan, stood on tiptoe and looked in that direction, and asked curiously, "Please explain it more clearly."

"I'm sorry, Yege, sister."

Before Dabus could say anything, Anthony lowered his big face with a face full of shame and said stumblingly, "It's Anthony. I'm sorry. I shared Sister Ye Ge's snacks with my brother. It almost killed him."

The next moment, Ji Xiaoge heard a gasp of shock from a nearby distance.

"Hey!"

The winged beauty suddenly turned her head to look at her online lover and said angrily, "I'm so sorry for scaring you!"

Mo Tan curled the corner of his mouth, his eyes wandered, and he talked about other things.

"Hey... Anthony, be good. From now on, eat the delicious food your sister gives you yourself, and don't share it with anyone other than Wang Badan and your big brother Mo (Mo Tan:?!)."

Ji Xiaoge, who knew very well that only he, Anthony and Wang Badan could deal with certain delicacies without injury, rubbed his temples and asked Dabus with a subtle expression: "So? Is the ogre... okay?"

The latter nodded and laughed dryly: "Fortunately, I made him vomit it out in time before anything serious happened. Thank God, there shouldn't be any permanent damage."

Ji Xiaoge: "..."

"Let's go take a look."

Mo Tan gently patted the back of Ji Xiaoge's hand, then took the lead and walked up to the tall, muscular, skinny, dirty ogre who looked no more than twenty years old, who was staring at Anthony Dabbs intently. He smiled gently and said, "Hello, do you have anything to say to my friend?"

"friend?"

The dirty ogre with red eyes repeated woodenly, then slowly turned his head to look at Anthony Dabbs next to Mo Tan. His cloudy and dark eyes seemed to be lit up with a faint light, and he said slowly in a vague tone that was tantamount to idiocy in normal concepts: "Friend...you are also...mine?"

"yours?"

Dabus, who was a 100% model teacher as long as Tian Xingdao was not involved, was slightly stunned, then immediately stepped forward, shook the other party's unconsciously raised rough hand covered with dirt and calluses, and nodded vigorously -

"Of course, I am also your friend if you want."

"You are……"

"I am your friend, Dabusi, DA·BU·SI, this is my brother AN·DONG·NI, what about you?"

"I……?"

"Yes, I want to know your name. Friends should exchange names in a friendly manner."

"I'm……"

"Uh-huh."

"Seventy-one...Number five, big slave."

"..."

"Dabbs...s?"

"……I am here."

"Good food. I saved some for you, my friend."