When Wenren Sheng delved deep into the Demon World, the demons were doing the same.
At a Highland Camp somewhere.
Shajialue, a burly man with a high nose and broad eyes, was gnawing on a thick yak leg with his companions.
Its rich aroma drifted for miles across the empty plateau.
The short, ugly Highland Foxes drooled greedily.
From time to time, a bold fox would creep closer, circling the tents in hopes of finding leftover scraps.
Shajialue looked at the Highland Foxes outside the tent. Suddenly, he raised the yak leg and pointed at them. "Look, we're just like those foxes, waiting to eat the scraps others throw out."
"So what? A few years ago, I was still an Ordinary Person, worrying about finding work and living on welfare every day. Now I'm a mage. I have a house, a car, status, women, and sons." One companion spoke up.
"Look at your pathetic ambition. Can't you lift your head and look higher? What effort have those Otherworldly Users ever put in? They can advance alongside their Strange Seeds with ease. They don't need to memorize lengthy Incantations, carve complicated Spatial Rituals, or worry about Spell Backlash or mental breakdown..." Shajialue said coldly.
"Otherworldly Users just won the lottery. Some people win two hundred million in the lottery, while others get hit by cars standing on the street. There's nothing to be done about it." His companion remained unconcerned.
Shajialue fell silent.
For the past few days, demon whispers had constantly echoed in his mind. "Do you want power that truly belongs to you? Do you want to break free from your dependence on the Source Power Network? Do you want a status higher than that of Otherworldly Users?"
Lao An hoped to splinter the demons from within through decapitation