As the scale of the uprising snowballed, spreading endlessly in every direction and capturing village after village, town after town, those formerly meek civilians finally stopped being satisfied with merely filling their stomachs. Their eyes turned toward the more prosperous cities, where they could plunder more food, treasure, and beautiful women.
After all, humans were creatures driven by ambition and desire.
Once their most basic needs for survival had been met, they began craving more.
Especially those leaders who had grown accustomed to giving orders. They gradually stopped looking favorably upon the rough-skinned, crude-mannered village girls who had once been no different from themselves. They wanted to sample those fair-skinned, beautiful, well-educated noble ladies and young misses with elegant manners.
Beyond that, these people wanted carefully prepared delicacies, splendid garments in vibrant colors, and palaces and villas glittering with gold and filled with sculptures, paintings, and works of art.
Most importantly, after tasting power and the pleasure of inflicting violence on others, no one was willing to return to the old farming life of facing the soil with their backs to the sky.
To some extent, these people, who had originally only wanted enough grain to survive, had undergone a fundamental change deep within.
They were no longer civilians in the ordinary sense. They had become bloodthirsty monsters who had tasted the sweetness of plunder, destroyers who produced nothing at all.
Finally...
More than two months after Allen led the fleet away from the fortress city reduced to ruins, a major city belonging to the nation behind the Organization was finally captured through coordinated attacks from within and without by three large groups that had risen to power.
Since the previous attacks had all targeted rural areas, and communication was exceedingly inconvenient, the rear had no idea what was happening