Would Dean Flender see this?
Or even... would that lofty God Son deem the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's actions a disgrace to the Spirit Master World and casually order his release?
Even if he had to die, he wanted to die under the sunlight, not remain in this dark rat hole until death!
Because of his violent emotional fluctuations, coupled with the physical exhaustion caused by the drug's side effects, Oscar's movements involuntarily slowed, and his breathing became rapid and ragged.
Just then.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A burst of rough knocking came from the iron window at the side. It was one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples responsible for surveillance and timekeeping.
Then, a cold and impatient voice came through the iron window, like a foreman berating a lazy slave:
"Hey!
You, Oscar!
Why did you stop?!"
"This round isn't over yet!
You have to meet today's quota!"
"If she doesn't get pregnant this time, you'll answer for it!
Get moving!
Didn't you eat?!"
The shrill, grating voice instantly shattered the tiny fantasy that had just arisen in Oscar's heart.
Oscar shuddered all over. The fear rooted deep in his bones made him instinctively quicken his movements.
Here, the punishment for failing to complete a task was three days without food, along with even harsher torment from the drugs.
"Wuwuwu..."
As Oscar was forced to continue those mechanical, humiliating movements, he buried his head deeply in the woman's neck and let out a desperately suppressed sob.
His former pride, his former dreams—all of it, accompanied by the cold urging from beyond the iron window, completely vanished like bubbles.
[Original World · Audience Seats]
A deathly silence.
Watching Oscar cry as he was forced to "plow away" on the Heavenly Screen, every member of Shrek's Seven Devils