Citizen of the Monster World

After word of the Labor Reform Camp spread, most of the newly arrived Demon Gods became obedient.

In the collective dormitories of District E, complaints still rose and fell one after another, but no one tried to climb the walls and escape anymore, and no one stirred up riots again.

They had gone hungry, gone cold, had points deducted by the system, and been warned by the Law Enforcement Team. They began to learn to line up for relief meals, began carrying bricks at construction sites, and began dropping into bed at night and falling straight asleep.

But not everyone learned their lesson.

Four of them were true lunatics.

The first was Soul Eater. He had once been the ruler of a certain dimension, sustaining himself by devouring souls.

To him, souls were not only food, but the source of his power. Without souls, he was nothing. On his third day in District E, he was already starving—this was not physical hunger, but hunger of the soul. That hunger was more terrifying than an empty stomach, more primal, more impossible to resist.

He needed souls. He had to get souls.

He set his sights on an E-Class Citizen walking alone down the street—an old man who looked very frail, staggering along without the slightest guard. Soul Eater followed behind him, his eyes glowing green, his fingers trembling.

Just as he was about to make his move, the old man suddenly turned around.

"Why are you following me?" the old man asked, his voice hoarse but full of strength.

Soul Eater said nothing and pounced straight at him. His hands clamped around the old man's neck, trying to use that last bit of demonic power to tear at the old man's soul.

But that bit of power was too weak, so