It was the season when all things in the other world came back to life.
Grass grew lush, and orioles flew!
Mali Wei wore animal skins and carried a basket woven from vines on his back. With a weary body and a numb expression, he tossed the dung left behind by nocturnal beasts into the basket. All around him were other humans who had come to the other world just like him.
Three times Earth's gravity made things extraordinarily difficult for him, a Martial Apprentice. Forget running—even walking was dangerous.
He wiped away his sweat and sighed softly.
He was a devout believer. Before the God of Hunting took control of Dongning City, he had secretly joined the cult and spread the God of Hunting's glory.
After Dongning was captured by the God of Hunting, he and a large group of like-minded fellow believers had come to this world, carrying the noble hope of reforming the barbarians and advancing their backward civilization.
Yet their great lord seemed to have forgotten them.
In this savage tribe, humans who couldn't lift a hand or bear a burden were objects of ridicule and exclusion. Their status was only slightly better than that of slaves. When they came here, the humans had three priests, a warrior, and even a powerful High Priest. But before long, they had all died under mysterious circumstances, one after another.
Humans weren't the only ones with traditions to uphold. The barbarians were even more conservative and xenophobic, and their society was rigidly hierarchical.
If not for their great lord's restraint, the humans would probably have been slaughtered like pigs.
The barbarians sometimes even ate their own kind, let alone humans from an Alien Race.
But there was no way they could get enough food.
With such primitive production, there