Feimuli was an old hand who had followed Saine all the way from Mechanical Valley to the Austia Civilization Relic before them.
He had served under Saine for over a thousand years.
Back when Saine had just established his rule in Mechanical Valley, Feimuli had been among the first batch of Level-4 survivors to defect to him and pledge their loyalty.
The Feimuli of old had been timid and weak.
Though he possessed brute strength, in a bitterly cold place like the Despair World, he could not even fill his stomach.
The level-5 creature Chocolate had been Feimuli's backer in those days. It was precisely because of Chocolate's relatively fair distribution that the survivors of Mechanical Valley had managed to scrape out an existence before Saine arrived.
Yes, that kind of situation could not even be called living. It could only be called surviving.
For a dignified Level-4 Creature to be reduced to such a state—how tragic was that?
Having entered the Despair World only three thousand years ago, Feimuli felt those years had been even longer and harder to endure than thirty thousand years.
The miserable life, coupled with the ceaseless tempering of environmental law forces around him, had kept every one of Feimuli's cells under crushing pressure at all times.
Under such pressure, amid that dark and gloomy world, Feimuli had nearly forgotten what the Mother Plane he had come from had looked like.
It had been a low-level plane with only one level-5 creature at its highest.
Back then, Feimuli, who had only been at the early Level-4 stage, had lived quite comfortably in his Mother Plane.
He had enjoyed the worship and reverence of countless subjects, as well as the care of the Mother Plane Will.
But now, all of that could only appear in his