"Eight hundred million years..."
Mo Qiong gazed at the group with deep guilt. They were descendants of the rebels, born guilty simply by virtue of their bloodline, reproducing and living only to be fed to Taotie.
Originally, none of them would have been born to suffer such a fate. It was only because the Blue White Society had chosen to throw Taotie into the Valley of Terror that this eight-hundred-million-year-old 'Meat Race' had come into being.
The Blue White Society had always been extremely reluctant to let Contained Objects slip beyond its control. Even when throwing them into another world, they had to consider the matter again and again.
Exiling a Contained Object was merely a matter of out of sight, out of mind. They could never fully predict the consequences it would cause afterward.
That was why the Blue White Society had never told Mo Qiong to find some Unlucky Egg Universe and casually throw Contained Objects into it. So far, there had only been the Golden Dog and the Electric Fan Head. The Blue White Society had never given up observing the Golden Dog, either, and still sent people to watch over it in secret. As for the Electric Fan Head, that was an exception.
Taotie was actually an exception as well. It had been an attempt by the Blue White Society to lessen its burden—to dump this liability on a god and see what happened.
They had never expected that the god would simply transfer the consequences to humanity.
It had used the captured male and female rebels alive to create an entire Meat Race.
For eight hundred million years, they had lived and died without hope. They possessed intelligence, yet were forbidden from thinking too much, and had been reduced to livestock like pigs.
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