Starting from The Witcher, he slaughtered his way across the world.

Luo Fan has a mother in White Oak Town, so it's impossible for him to escape. If he escapes, his mother in White Oak Town will inevitably be implicated.

Although he had never met the mother of the original body, he had taken over this body and received the memories of the original body, so he should treat the original body's mother as his own mother.

Although they are currently of low social status, if they perform well in their labor service, it is not impossible for them to be restored to civilian status.

"Wild animals might roam at night, so don't let the fire go out. If you run out of firewood, go and gather some from nearby, understand?"

Two prisoners were laying out straw mats when a soldier yawned wearily and lazily looked at Luo Fan and said...

"clear."

Luo Fan nodded.

Soon, four soldiers and two prisoners lay down on the straw mats, and a series of shouts followed.

The other prisoners huddled together and fell asleep leaning against each other.

Only Luo Fan and another older prisoner were left to keep watch at night. Keeping watch at night had one advantage: it allowed them to be closer to the campfire.

"Stop looking, they've been paid a bribe."

The older prisoner whispered to Luo Fan.

Luo Fan withdrew his gaze, sat closer to the campfire, and finally felt a little warmth, the cold being gradually dispelled.

Although they were being sent to perform forced labor, as long as they paid some bribes, they would definitely suffer less along the way.

Unlike him, he didn't have the money to pay even if he wanted to.

The older prisoner looked around, reached into his pocket, pulled out a dark, lump-like loaf of bread, and handed it over.

Luo Fan stared at him, somewhat dazed.

The other person smiled and said, "I noticed you haven't eaten anything the whole way, and you were starving just now. This is something I secretly brought with me, have some."

"Thanks."

Luo Fan was indeed starving, so he didn't stand on ceremony and reached out to take it.

The dark, lump-like bread was still warm, but it was as hard as a rock; taking a bite felt like it could shatter your teeth.

Luo Fan had never eaten food that could be used as a weapon before. He forced himself to bite down, one bite at a time, and dared not bite too loudly.

If the noise wakes up the sleeping soldiers over there, he'll definitely be in trouble.

The older prisoner warmed his hands by the fire, the warmth making him yawn. His weary eyes reflected the flickering flames, as if afraid of falling asleep. He casually asked, "You're so young, what crime did you commit?"

Luo Fan sighed softly: "You argued with the tax official and were demoted. What about you?"

"You're still so young, daring to talk back to the tax officials. They're such high-ranking figures, a single word from them can decide our life or death."

The prisoner looked at Luo Fan with some admiration, and sighed as well, "I accidentally broke a valuable ceramic cup, and because I couldn't afford to pay for it, I was exiled."

"Just because of this?"

"That cup was enough to kill my whole family. We were only exiled, which is considered good."

The prisoner gave a bitter laugh.

Luo Fan was speechless, but once again felt the fragility of human rights in this world.

He was stripped of his human status and deprived of his freedom simply for breaking a cup.

He only argued with the local tax official a couple of times, and he ended up with the same fate.

His condition might be even more serious.

Tax officials are local bigwigs, in charge of taxation, and hold a very prestigious position.

If someone like that were displeased, they could be killed on the spot, and probably no one would speak up for Luo Fan.

The prisoners present hadn't actually committed any serious crimes; they had simply crossed the so-called "kill line."

In this world where monarchical power reigns supreme, human rights are the most ridiculous thing.

"What kind of godforsaken world have I transmigrated into?"

Looking at the flickering flames, Luo Fan's mood was far from pleasant.

The older prisoner added firewood to the fire.

"My name is Kant."

"Luo Fan".

"You're still young. If you behave well in the labor camp, you'll still have a chance. Unlike me..."

Kant's face was deeply lined with wrinkles, and his eyes were filled with confusion about the future. He seemed to feel a little cold, and he shrank back.

"That cup is too precious; I'm afraid I won't have the chance."

Luo Fan didn't know how to respond for a moment.

How difficult is it for the poor at the bottom of society to earn money? They work diligently all year round, but at the end of the year, they may not even see a few coins.

What about the pariahs, who are considered the cheapest labor force?

Breaking the cup of the powerful is essentially equivalent to giving up one's own freedom.

There is always hope.

He said in a low voice.

"Yes, there is always hope."

A smile appeared on Kant's face, but the light in his eyes was incredibly dim.

"We're all fine, as long as we're alive, that's enough."

After they finished speaking, the two fell silent.

The flickering flames of the campfire seemed unable to provide much warmth, as the surrounding darkness, carrying a chill, relentlessly suppressed the light.

The sleeping prisoners, huddled together, couldn't help but move a little closer.

Luo Fan shivered and couldn't help but want to get closer to the campfire.

In my memory, it was just past the end of summer, early autumn, so it shouldn't be this cold.

Even with the campfire nearby, the air still felt strangely cold, and Kant next to him was also huddled up, almost ready to jump into the fire.

The campfire can illuminate an area of ​​five meters, the light is dim within a range of fifteen meters, and beyond that, one can only rely on the moonlight for visibility.

Perhaps it was because the moon wasn't very bright tonight, but beyond twenty meters, Luo Fan could only see a dark blur. The scene was indistinct, with tree branches stretching out menacingly. The surrounding silence was eerie.

It was quiet, so quiet.

If it weren't for the occasional snoring, Luo Fan would have felt like he had stepped into a ghost story.

"Don't you feel a little cold?"

He brought his hands close to the campfire, wanting to talk to someone nearby.

"It must have gotten colder overnight. That makes sense, the campfire isn't very warm. That's strange."

Kant shivered. He was so tired and sleepy that his voice was weak. He didn't understand why he felt cold even though he was so close to the fire.

The prisoners huddled together, trembling, unable to sleep peacefully.

"Do we have enough firewood?"

Relieved to have received a response, Luo Fan had intended to find an excuse to leave and study the enhancement panel.

He had now dismissed that idea; the forest was eerily quiet. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the area illuminated by the campfire was gradually decreasing.

The surrounding darkness was quietly approaching, as if something was leading the darkness to extinguish the flames.

Luo Fan forced himself not to think about it too much, thinking that perhaps he was being a little too sensitive.

"It's enough for the first half of the night."

Kant glanced at the pile of firewood, then his eyes inadvertently lifted. His gaze, however, fixed on something ahead, as if he had seen something terrifying. Fear gradually surfaced in his eyes, and his face instantly turned ashen.

"What, what is that?"

He pointed in that direction, his voice trembling.