March 7, 2016. Overcast.
At the foot of Yunshan Mountain, thousands of humans in filthy, ragged clothes cleared the boulders that had rolled down from the mountain, watched by barbarians all around them.
A fat man in his twenties hugged a rock to his belly and trudged forward, panting like an old, wheezing bellows.
He felt he really couldn't go on. He might as well die.
He had never worked this hard in his entire life.
His hands were covered in blood blisters, his arms were weak and aching, and his back felt like it was about to snap. For the past two days, every day had felt like a year. He could feel every cell in his body, every single fat molecule, fiercely protesting.
Rest!
Rest!
He desperately needed to rest!
In just two days, he felt like he'd lost a whole belt size. His beloved fat was rapidly abandoning him.
He carried the rock to the foot of the mountain in the distance, dropped it, and went to a secluded corner. At last, he couldn't hold himself up any longer. His legs trembling, he plopped down on the ground.
A wave of bliss swept through him. His whole body tingled, and he couldn't help groaning.
"I wish I could sit here forever!"
He had barely been sitting for a moment when the fat man keenly noticed several people around him signaling urgently with their eyes.
He immediately sensed something was wrong and hurriedly looked around.
In the distance, a barbarian was striding toward him. His face was cold and vicious, and his sharp, hawklike eyes held a murderous glint. The fat man shuddered in terror and scrambled to his feet.
But it was too late.
"Damn lowborn scum!" the barbarian cursed in a low voice in the Common