Chapter 1898: Chapter 1898

Chapter 1898: Chapter 1893: Original Sin

For Casca and her kin, this is a nightmare.

Outsiders like Lu Ping’an have some misunderstandings about this world. What they see is one lord after another and the strong battle beastmen under their command….

“Is it an original sin to not be good at fighting? Is it destined for the weak to perish? This death, there will be no next…”

Casca, once a rabbit-eared tailor in the Earth Realm, had a bit of fame and was kind-hearted, thus lived a short yet happy life.

The other side of the rabbit beastmen’s strong reproductive ability is their short lifespan, often dying quickly in their prime in the eyes of outsiders.

And this “distortion” in other worlds is quite normal in this world.

“Could it have always been this way since ancient times, is it correct…”

Until she came to the Underworld, she didn’t think there was anything wrong with her short life in the Earth Realm.

But when she revived from the form of a blood-soaked cannibal rabbit, transformed back into human form, she lay on the ground and vomited for hours, going without a drop of water for three days, almost ending her Newborn life.

Even in the Underworld, there is still no so-called “racial balance.” Strong surface races often transform into strong underground beasts upon rebirth, while weak beastmen are rare.

“Were we meant to be eliminated from the start….”

Carnivorous animals, from their physiological structure to dietary habits, naturally excel at fighting more than most herbivores, and inherently adapt well to the rules of this world, making them excellent potential soldiers.

Once their beast nature is awakened, they also often become more accustomed to this new life filled with slaughter and “flesh-eating”… however, there are always some who cannot adapt.

And this world is quite cruel to “pacifists.”

If you don’t want to sit at the table, then be on the table.

Casca finds herself between the two. She refuses to kill but accepts this new way of life.

There are actually quite a few like her, only most of them do not live long, and the fact she has survived until now is partly due to good talent and willingness to fight, and more….

“My Lord, what will our future hold, ultimately, will we still end up as other lords’…”

The “Snow White Sheep” Zeta Duna shook her head. As a weak little lord barely meeting the standard of a divine creature (seventh-tier), she has always led her ethnic group to live in the cracks.

“I don’t know either…”

Shaking one’s head sometimes doesn’t mean denial, but rather a more helpless bewilderment.

As a lord, her divine body is not even three meters tall. The tall and ample sheep girl has silver fur and curving black horns, her squinting face often carrying a kind smile.

Though she is weak, she is not a weakling…. The number of divine lords she and her followers have torn apart is nearly in double figures. Being able to protect the non-combatant members of her group in this fissure until now, her unmatched individual combat power in similar specs is fundamental.

She raised her head slightly, seeing the ubiquitous fierce winds and intense thunder.

These natural disasters, which needed to be avoided in the past, can now be considered harmless in the current environment. The reality where every side becomes a battlefield is the true dead end.

She has no doubt that if she and her kin approach those war zones, they will instantly become added meals.

“No matter who wins, we will always be the cherry on top of the victory cake….” Even as some deities call her the “Barehanded Black Sheep” and view her as the ultimate martial fighter, Zeta Duna still speaks words too weak.

When world war arrives, it is always the civilians and weak who suffer most.

Most of her kin are not good at fighting, even fearing blood and the battlefield, truly the case of the lord (god) leading people into full-scale war, her own group is merely add-ons.

Even if she can escape, facing the collapse of the entire world, where could she flee? From one table to another table?

“Perhaps, when I heard of that ‘No War Land’ previously, I should have taken action…”

“The legendary Silver City, isn’t it just a legend? Besides, even if it’s a truly non-fighting prosperous Holy Land, in the current environment, it would instead become a piece of fat…..”

“Aries” is one of the few gods without a “Pope.” She does not grant large amounts of Divine Grace and evolutionary ladders, therefore doesn’t need a God’s Spokesman and church-like organization.

This is not because she cherishes her power too much, but because mortals who gain “Divine Grace” need to “hunt” to maintain their power, and Aries’s Divine Grace is aggressive, also distorting mortals’ character to some extent.

As a result, she only has a small number of beastmen forming her guard, holding a portion of her power.

Casca is one of them…. This is a loose group of rangers with no organizational structure, relying entirely on relationships and personal prestige to command others.

Originally, Aries and her protected kin were hiding in this low-value forest, using geographical advantages to shield themselves from outsiders.

But now, not only are the deities of the Foreign Domain closing in, but with the collapse and exhaustion of the earth’s veins, the terrain is completely twisted, making even hiding impossible… The massive withering of forest plants has cut off the food supply for herbivores.

More helplessly, some “herbivorous species,” driven by hunger, have once again converted to “carnivorous species,” which directly caused internal turmoil and panic within the group.

Moreover, those guards and warriors who are still able to move freely are questioned about why they still maintain their physical strength, and whether they have already crossed that line.

“….Should we transform?”

Zeta Duna and Casca, the weak, peaceful deity, and the gentle, warlike chief guardian, look at each other but cannot find any solution.

In this world, “herbivore” can survive, but only “carnivore” can become stronger.

For them, crossing that line is more painful than death, but they already have too many ties.

They promised to protect…

“Inform everyone, let the warriors decide for themselves…”

At this rate, perhaps “falling into a demon” is the only way to survive.

“Then, what difference is there between us and them.”

Ultimately, such words, Casca still did not speak out.

For a kind deity, these words are too heavy.

The same scenario happens all over this world simultaneously, besides those herbivore gods who shelter the weak, countless fragmentary ethnic groups remain. They even have no divine protection, always hiding in the chasms of territories and worthless Wilderness.

But now, they seem to have no retreat.

When the forest fire is ignited, it seems that besides trampling other blockers to death, there’s no other way out.

But at this moment, a light fell.

At the far boundary within sight, a giant ancient tree emerged from the ground, shining with sacred golden radiance, the blazing light soaring into the clouds.

It brought a voice, a possibility.

“I am the Master of Eternal Life, Life’s… Savior.”