Compared with the other old-world plague lords, my initial exchange with the Mother of the Flock had been quite different.
Unlike the sense of "estrangement" I had felt when meeting The First Dead, when I couldn't understand the state it was in and could barely even comprehend its appearance,
not long after meeting it, Yi Chen, who should have been imprisoned in the safe, had actually emerged in The First Dead's form.
Nor was it like the "boundlessness" and "sense of control" I had experienced when meeting the Duke. I had always felt that the Duke had seen through everything, and that the wealth he possessed could buy up eighty percent of the entire Old World.
The Mother of the Flock before me was different from a "human" in form, and could even be called indescribable,
but she seemed much more approachable—and much easier to talk to.
After obtaining the Cancer Crystal, the Sheep Mother even savored the crystal in her mouth like a child, no longer continuing her exchange with William. After granting him the status of "Temporary Goat," she simply ignored him.
At the same time, the sheep standing below the terraced fields cast longing gazes toward him one after another.
They had been born to feed on desire. Faced with this "absolute male," who had earned their mother's praise and had not been feminized by the ritual, they regarded him like a rare fruit in the desert. Their bodies could no longer hold themselves back.
The "black sheep" under the Sheep Mother were especially eager. They had already begun assigning numbers, preparing to enjoy him in their predetermined order.
Kneeling before the Sheep Mother, William naturally felt the desirous gazes from below the terraces. He also knew perfectly well what kind of group assault would await him