Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 539 New Fang Yu, is this Lion Camel Ridge?
Thanks to the porridge and Fang Yu's existence, the people of the mythical Three Kingdoms lived a life of abundant food amidst intense competition.

Meanwhile, in another country, Fang Yu was on the verge of starving to death on the streets.
Fang Yu huddled in the shadows of a street corner in Dongshi, the hunger in his stomach like a dull knife, slowly and steadily cutting into his internal organs.

For three whole days, he had only drunk a few mouthfuls of dirty water from the stinking ditch.

His fingers dug into the ground unconsciously, his fingertips already worn raw, but he couldn't find even a grain of dust to fill his stomach.

"Please have mercy." His hoarse voice was drowned out by the noisy street, and no one stopped.

Fang Yu struggled to lift his head, his vision blurry as he scanned the street.

Unidentified bone fragments were embedded in the cracks of the stone path, and a half-rotten corpse lay by the roadside not far away, with several vultures leisurely pecking at the carrion.

Passersby ignored it, and some even kicked away the broken arm blocking their way with disgust, as if it were a stumbling block of a stone.

This is the Lion Camel Kingdom, a kingdom ruled by three great demon kings.

Fang Yu remembered the shock he felt when he first arrived here.

That was a month ago when he followed a caravan across the desert, hoping to make a living in this legendary bustling city.

But the moment he stepped through the city gate, he was not greeted by the bustling city life he had imagined, but by a heavy stench of blood and the aura of death.

"A newcomer?" The wolf demon guarding the gate grinned, its sharp canines still glistening with bits of flesh. "Remember the rules! Walk with your head down during the day, don't light any lamps at night, and prepare offerings on the first day of each month."

Fang Yu later understood the meaning of these rules.

The Lion Camel Kingdom is jointly ruled by three demon kings.

The Golden-Winged Roc King resides in the palace, the Green Lion King controls the merchants, and the White Elephant King commands the army.

They each divided up their own spheres of influence, but they had one thing in common—they treated human life as worthless.

"Please," Fang Yu said, reaching out a trembling hand to grab the hem of a passing woman's clothes.

The woman was dressed in fairly decent silk clothes, so she must have been a servant of some merchant.

The woman jerked her hand away from his, her eyes flashing with terror: "Don't touch me! Do you want to kill me?" She nervously glanced around and whispered, "If the patrol sees me giving you something, we'll both end up in the blood offering room!"

Blood-eating room!!!

Fang Yu shivered!
That was a "charitable" organization established by the Golden-Winged Roc King, ostensibly to shelter the homeless, but in reality, it turned living people into jerky and offered it to the upper-level monsters.

It is said that on the first day of each month, the palace would hold a banquet for a hundred demons, and the most popular dishes at the banquet were made from various kinds of "two-legged sheep".

The woman hurried away, and Fang Yu's gaze followed her back until a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

He curled up even tighter, pressing his forehead against the cold ground.

The ground was uneven, and something was poking his face.

He managed to focus his vision and discovered that it was a piece of human finger bone, weathered and white.

"Water," he managed to squeeze out the word, but no saliva came out.

People come and go on the street.

Just three steps away was a fresh corpse, its eye sockets crawling with maggots.

No one cleaned it up because the servants who were supposed to clean up the corpses had just been captured by the Golden-Winged Roc King's personal guards and made into food last week.

The two vendors even stood right next to the corpse, haggling over prices and occasionally kicking away the stump that was in their way.

"Top-quality placenta! Just picked from a pregnant woman yesterday!" A hunchbacked old man lifted the burlap sack on the cart, revealing several purplish-red lumps of flesh.

Fang Yu suddenly started gagging, but only vomited a few mouthfuls of yellowish-green bile.

"Get away from me!" The stall owner selling human flesh buns splashed a ladle of boiling water used to cook corpses at Fang Yu, scalding his hand and causing blisters to form instantly on the back of his hand!
But his sharp eyes suddenly noticed that there was a piece of cake on the ground.
He instinctively lunged at the half-moldy crumb on the ground, only to have his fingers stepped on by a foot wearing a leather boot.

With a snap, my little finger broke, but the pain had already become a distant memory.

When hunger reaches its extreme, the body cuts off the perception of pain; this is common knowledge in the slums of the Lion Camel Kingdom.

"This little bit of meat isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap." The lizard demon that stepped on Fang Yu's hand flicked its tongue. "Get lost, get lost. When you're a bit leaner, some powerful demons will like to eat you."

Fang Yu crawled forward, his forehead pressed against the ground.
There was a bucket of swill about 30 feet away. Yesterday, he had fished out half a rotten vegetable leaf from it. But today, there was an infant's corpse next to the bucket. The tiny palms were white from being soaked in water, and the cuts at the wrists were neat, clearly indicating that it had been drained of blood and discarded.

A layer of oil film floated on the surface of the swill, reflecting Fang Yu's distorted image.

His cheekbones protruded so much they looked like they were about to pierce his face, and his eye sockets were sunken into two black holes.

Never mind, let's drink!

"Glug glug glug~!"

The foul-smelling, rancid water was swallowed.

In any case, even rotten water is much better than corpse water.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Fang Yu began to look for a way out.

He had an inexplicable will to survive.

Even though he didn't know why he still wanted to live in this world.
"The blood offering room is hiring! Monthly salary is three catties of mixed grains!"

The sound of a gong came from the end of the street, and Fang Yu's pupils contracted slightly!
Is the charity hall established by the Golden-Winged Roc King now accepting laborers?
Fang Yu tried to stand up, but his knees made a creaking sound as if they were rotting wood.

He switched to crawling, scratching blood from his fingernails into the cracks in the stone slabs.

After bypassing the three dog demons mating in the street, we finally saw the blue cloth banner of the Blood Offering Room.

There were more than ten people in the queue.

At the very front was a mother selling her daughter, a little girl of about ten years old whose eyes were full of eye discharge and whose belly was swollen like it was stuffed with a watermelon.

Those are symptoms of long-term consumption of Guanyin clay.

The pig demon that acquired the girl pried open her mouth to examine her teeth; her yellow teeth were still covered in dirt.

"Second-rate goods." The pig demon threw two pounds of dark, coarse bran onto the scale. "Come back on the first day of next month, and fatten it up a bit."

When Fang Yu climbed to the scale, the pig demon's nostrils twitched twice.

"Smell of plague, get out! We don't want the sick!"

The gong hit Fang Yu on the back, and he rolled to the side of the road, knocking over a stall selling human bone handicrafts.

Hairpins carved from ribs and bracelets made of finger bones were scattered all over the ground.

The stall owner was an old man who was missing his right arm. He used his remaining left hand to grab the thickest thigh bone and smash it.

"Pay up! This is a skull-shaped wine cup ordered by the White Elephant King's personal guards!"

The bone club struck Fang Yu's temple, and half of the world went dark.

He could vaguely make out the token at the old man's waist.
It turns out he was a "material collector," a franchisee who specializes in collecting fresh corpses and processing them into utensils.

In the Lion Camel Kingdom, this position costs twenty taels of silver and requires a living person to be offered as a deposit.

Acid rain started falling as darkness fell.

This rain is undrinkable; if it drips on you, it will sting.

Fang Yu curled up under the eaves, watching the rain wash the bloodstains on the street into pink streams.

A banquet was being held at the restaurant across the street, and the shadows of monsters raising their glasses were reflected in the paper windows.

"This world, this world..." Despite his strong will to survive, Fang Yu, seeing the vast difference between humans and demons, ultimately couldn't bear it any longer.
"Aaaaah! Damn you, heavens! All you gods and Buddhas! Open your eyes and see! You receive offerings but ignore the miserable state of Lion Camel Kingdom! What gods and Buddhas! They're all bullshit! They're all hypocritical bastards who eat people without spitting out the bones!"

"Fuck you! You motherfucker! You son of a bitch! I fuck your mothers!!! Ah!!!"

"Puff."

Overcome with rage, Fang Yu, who was already malnourished, fell headfirst into the water.
Before losing consciousness, Fang Yu had only one thought.
If you have the ability.
Let's just say there are all these gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Slaughter them all!

their paradise
Destroy it completely!!!
(End of this chapter)