Huh? Are they all real?...

The burly man also showed a distressed expression, not because he regretted that he was about to kill the slave, but because he was troubled about what to do with the corpse.

It's not a big deal, but it's a bit of a hassle.

"Really nobody wants it? I'm willing to offer five copper coins for it. I don't have time to deal with this pile of rotten meat."

"Maybe if we drag him back, he can survive on his own!"

Tempted by the prospect of easy money, someone finally stepped forward and ordered their slave to take it back.

Two slaves took the boy away. One of them wanted to carry him back, but the other refused, pushed him aside, and dragged him on the ground to take him back.

The man's voice rang out again:

“Even slaves themselves felt their lives were worthless, yet they were integrated into every aspect of Rome; that is what slavery is.”

“Master, if you wish, I will take you to the next place.”

Moen nodded and followed the other person to the next place.

This time we went to the slums.

Moreover, on his way there, Moen even happened to see the hearse he had seen in the wealthy neighborhood before.

There were even more corpses piled up on it than before.

It was so tall that Moen felt it blocked out the light.

And it's also more fragmented.

The people here basically don't wear collars.

Moen didn't know whether they had removed their collars themselves or whether they were free men all along.

But Moen knew that the people here probably lived worse than slaves.

Because of the pieces of flesh and blood spilled on the hearse, many people kept pushing forward to grab them.

Even though everyone knows it's human flesh.

"Just know that it's meat, Master. What kind of meat it is doesn't matter."

"The people here are basically starving."

The man's voice continued. And not far in front of the two.

The hearse suddenly stopped.

Then, a large number of corpses were randomly dumped on the ground.

In theory, the body needs to be transported to the church for the deceased for commemoration and burial.

But here, it's clear that only the corpses of a group of slaves need to be sent here.

Then those starving guys will take care of everything for them.

As for whether the other party will cause any trouble because of this.

That's impossible; a meticulously constructed high wall strictly blocks everything.

Furthermore, over the centuries, a tacit understanding has been formed between the outside world and this place.

No matter how crazy the people inside are, they still remember what they can and cannot do.

Otherwise, it wouldn't just be about to starve to death, it would be about to die!

Therefore, under such circumstances, the hearse could enter freely, and Moen and his companion have not been attacked so far.

The former represents an important source of food, while the latter allows them to know that the person is a noble simply by looking at their clothing.

The sounds of flesh being torn apart and even chewed made Moen feel somewhat depressed.

After taking a deep breath, Moen wanted to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard a baby cry that surprised and delighted him.

That was undoubtedly a celebration of the newborn's arrival in the world.

It is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

The sound made Moen stop, and the man sighed and said:

"Master, I hope you won't watch what happens next."

Moen raised an eyebrow and said:

"They want to eat newborn babies?"

Moen instinctively placed his hand on his rings, not the revolver at his waist, but two goddess hair rings.

"I'm afraid this is even better."

Moen turned around in surprise, at the same time, in the room where the sound of a baby crying could be heard.

A woman who looked extremely weak rushed out of the house, carrying a child in her arms and with bloodshot eyes.

In front of her, there were many people trying to stop her and take the child away.

But she managed to dodge them all. If it weren't for the blood still dripping from her skirt, it would be hard to believe that she was a pregnant woman who had just given birth.

Under the watchful eyes of Moen and the man, the woman carried the child and ran straight to a checkpoint not far ahead.

That was also the direction the hearse came from.

Upon seeing the woman carrying a child approaching, several guards immediately stepped forward to disperse the crowd that had gathered around her.

Soon, the child in the woman's arms was placed on the scale.

Immediately, the woman's screams rang out:

"You damned bitch, you little devil, how can you only weigh four pounds? How can you only weigh four pounds!"

It's already an unimaginable miracle that a malnourished pregnant woman could give birth to a living child.

But the woman continued to curse.

They cursed the child who weighed only four pounds.

She cursed the child, saying he could only bring her four bags of food.

The soldiers, annoyed, chased her away and then threw her four bags of food.

The woman wanted to continue cursing, but after glancing at the starving crowd around her and the guards who were merely there to ensure her safety, she stopped.

She simply tore open the two bags of grain and threw them out.

While the crowd was scrambling to grab the food, they quietly left with the rest.

As for the newborn child, the guards immediately took him behind the wall.

Undoubtedly, this is yet another new slave, a slave customized by businesses that allow them to freely decide the future direction.

Moen removed his hand from the ring.

The man's voice rang out again:

“Normally, it is not cost-effective to raise a slave from a child, but because there has been no war for the past ten years or so, such an unprofitable deal has become profitable.”

"Because slaves trained this way are very unlikely to cause problems. Although the training period is long, they can be sold at a high price to offset the costs!"

"And look over there."

Following the direction the man was pointing, Moen saw another checkpoint.

A long queue stretched as far as the eye could see.

But most of the people there are all kinds of young adults.

At least in terms of age.

“There are at least several hundred such checkpoints in the slum, which has a population of over a million.”

“Hundreds or even thousands of slaves are provided to Capua every day.”

"These were among the main sources of Roman slaves."

Moen raised an eyebrow and said:

"But that's still not enough."

"This is not enough to cover the consumption you just saw."

"But there are still some outside!"

The man calmly gave an explanation.

"So you should understand now."

“Slaves have become the cornerstone of this country.”

"Nobles need slaves as wealth for extravagance and amusement, commoners need slaves as hands and feet for production, and even the poor need slaves as their only decent way out."

"This line closed several eons ago."

"The poor become slaves, commoners use slaves, and nobles create slaves."

Seeing that Moen remained silent, the man said seriously:

“I don’t know who you are, but judging from your questions, I know that you must be an outsider with power who wants to change the status quo.”

"I guess you must be a high-ranking nobleman from a great nation, or even a demigod or a noble angel!"

"But, my lord, slavery has been established in Rome for countless ages."

“If you want to change this, not only will the nobles oppose it, but even the poor and commoners will oppose it.”

"This is a chronic disease, a chronic disease for which I see no hope of cure."

Then, the man shook his head again and said:

"No, I misspoke. This is not a chronic disease, but a cornerstone—dirty, bloody, but undoubtedly solid and reliable."

Moen finally responded to him:

"You mentioned Rome, so this is the current state of the entire Old World?"

"Yes, Master, the whole continent is like this, and we are even considered very civilized here."

“In other Roman empires, they would not exchange food for newborns.”

"They treat people like crops, planting them in factory buildings!"

The man, who had remained remarkably calm throughout, couldn't help but frown when he spoke of this.

“I have seen those factories with my own eyes. One factory can cramm five hundred pregnant women into it. They are tied to the beds and their survival and the safety of their babies are ensured by all sorts of extraordinary means.”

"Then she conceives, becomes pregnant, and gives birth to slaves, without ceasing throughout the year."

"Even in Pompeii and Rome, the process of slaves growing up was completely omitted."

"They will use some kind of ritual to allow the newborn to be born within a few months."

Recalling this scene, the man said again:

“I once tried to get a pregnant woman like that off that awful bed.”

"But I can't, because her back has become fused with the sheets. Flesh and fabric have achieved a blasphemous symbiosis."

"Moreover, she no longer has the ability to think. Her soul is still there, but it is now an empty shell."

“People like her are almost everyone in every factory.”

As the man's story calmed down, Moen's brows furrowed even more.

"Master, do you know?"

"In fact, based on their productivity, the number of slaves they produce has long exceeded market demand by several times or even more than ten times."

"But they continued to produce and expand their scale, while the number of slaves did not change much."

Moen understood the other party's meaning almost instantly:

"Extraordinary breeding?"

Such madness occurred during the Age of Gods and in the subsequent eras.

But those guys don't just keep humans in captivity; they keep everything worthy of being kept in captivity, from living things to inanimate objects and even concepts, all for use in the process of achieving transcendent advancement.

This is also the target that all the major orthodox cults and every save file of Moen are trying to eliminate.