After lunch, some workers began collecting leftover scraps and excess food, then loading them into trucks specially designed to transport food waste.
The trucks, carrying the aroma of fresh food, drove away from the cafeteria and soon entered a tunnel. They continued onward until they reached a huge pit. The stench of fermenting food filled the space, and just the smell was enough to make anyone feel nauseated.
Squeak, squeak, squeak~
Countless mice squeaked throughout the space. In the pit lay what, to the mice, was practically an inexhaustible supply of food.
The walls of the pit were riddled with countless holes, deliberately made for mice, insects, and other creatures to crawl through.
At that moment, countless mice could be seen crawling out of those holes and tumbling onto this mountain of food, a paradise made just for them. The adorable little mice squeaked excitedly and happily as they ate the blessings bestowed by the great Kind Father.
In the great Empire, not a single adorable little mouse would ever go hungry. Everyone could eat their fill. Whether insect, mouse, or human, as long as you were alive and worshipped the great Kind Father, the great and merciful God of Life, you could eat until you were full—stuffed, even.
Buzz, buzz, buzz~
Countless flies clung to this towering mountain of food, eating and laying eggs. Plump, tender maggots squirmed and bounced among the rotting food near the bottom, dancing with the countless insects and mice as they grew and matured together.
Look, how harmonious, how wonderful!
This was the mercy of the great Kind Father: all living things were equal, with no hunger and no Affliction. Even if you fell ill, all you had to do was soak in the Ganges River, and you would be cured.
This was paradise