Just as the Reaper had said, Number One Strongman had not noticed Ye Zi.
Or rather, all the Red Eye Ratfolk had their murderous gazes nailed firmly upon the strongest among them.
The strong wanted to snatch a few more Fried Mandala Fruits.
The weak exchanged glances, hoping to join forces against the strong.
Even if several people had to share one portion of food, they would at least have a chance to survive.
Under such circumstances, Ye Zi relied on his agility to slip easily into the crowd.
At last, someone noticed him.
A startled, furious roar rang out.
These people were afraid of Ye Zi.
Of course, it was not the kind of fear one felt upon encountering a savage beast.
It was the kind of fear one felt after stepping in dog shit.
The Turan People despised cowards most of all.
They also believed cowardice was a disease that could spread.
Cowardly blood already flowed through the Ratfolk.
Just as bald men were especially sensitive when others mentioned "hair."
The Red Eye Ratfolk who longed to become Gladiators—even expendable fodder in the arena—to change their fates were especially wary of getting mixed up with a coward among cowards like Ye Zi.
Not to mention that he had just burst into tears.
Tear tracks still lingered on his face.
Anyone he touched would be cursed with three days and three nights of bad luck.
A Red Eye Ratfolk immediately let out a roar, swung his massive foot, and kicked viciously at Ye Zi's waist.
A flash of inspiration struck Ye Zi. Pretending to be panicked and helpless, he neither dodged nor blocked, taking the kick head-on.
Yet, using the gleaming lines and arrows within his body, he softened his flesh and blood like rubber, shedding most of the