The World's Gift

The sky was beginning to lighten with a hint of dawn.

The long night was about to end.

Steel Rock sat beneath a Ram Horn Tree, glanced up at the sky, and muttered, "It'll be light soon."

He turned to look at several tribesmen bound up like rice dumplings, and pity briefly flickered in his eyes.

The Totem Master immediately suppressed his pity, his gaze turning cold once more.

Being chosen by the tribe as living sacrifices was indeed pitiful.

But trying to flee and betraying the Steel Horn Tribe was not worthy of pity at all.

Steel Rock seemed to be talking to himself, yet also declaring his stance. "All traitors deserve to die!"

A gladiator beside him picked up the conversation. "Those bastards made us hunt them all night. I'm exhausted."

The fleeing sacrifices consisted of one gladiator and his six family members.

That was precisely why the tribe had dispatched a Totem Master to lead the pursuit.

The gladiator adopted a fawning manner and lowered his voice. "My lord, the rebel's youngest daughter is rather pretty. Do you perhaps..."

Though he left the sentence unfinished, everyone understood.

Steel Rock was tempted, but also hesitant. "The sacrifices must remain pure. Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Knowing that Steel Rock was an old lecher, the gladiator immediately said, "As long as nobody tells, how would the tribe find out? Once you're done, just throw her in the river and wash her off."

Steel Rock became even more tempted.

The gladiator grew more animated. "My lord, you've fought and bled for the tribe for so many years. Isn't it only right for you to enjoy a sacrifice once in a while?"

The man gave a lewd grin. "You should know that this sort of thing happens quite often in the tribe."