The Present World.
Tempest Domain.
Palu Star Belt.
On a liberated farming planet.
Inside a cramped shack stood seven or eight crude wooden tables.
Palu of all shapes and sizes sat around them, restrained smiles on their faces.
Quite a spread of food had been laid out on the round tables before them.
There were dishes made from Golden-Pattern Wheat, rich soup stewed from Great Horned Field Chicken, assorted platters of fruits and vegetables, and all sorts of delicious foods skewered on wooden sticks, waiting to be cooked.
This was a rare victory banquet, organized by the great God's Chosen One, Xu Xiao, and unanimously approved by the Palu.
It was not only to celebrate the complete liberation of yet another farming planet, but also to celebrate the steady progress of liberating the entire Palu Star Belt.
Just as Xu Xiao had urged the Palu to proclaim back then—
the slave owners who had ruled them for centuries were not actually as powerful as they had imagined.
Even if they were high-level, possessed powerful Talent Abilities, and had all manner of weapons, equipment, items, and potions the Palu had never even heard of, as long as the Palu stood united, they could overcome every hardship and surmount every obstacle!
"Class Monitor, almost everyone's here. We can begin." Ma Han strode briskly into the shack and called happily to Xu Xiao.
Before the woman could reply, a childish voice came from the corner first:
"Uncle, I want to eat at that table! That table has meat on the skewers!"
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw a short, skinny little Palu pigman beneath Oink, tugging continuously at his trouser leg as he begged.
Oink's face flushed slightly. With a hint of disappointed frustration, he scolded in a low voice:
"You brat!