The words "become a god" seemed to hold a kind of magic. In an instant, Oscar and the others' expressions changed.
Their fear, disgust, and resistance from moments ago were all suppressed.
If they hadn't been holding on to the thought of becoming gods, they would have given up on themselves long ago.
Dai Mubai in particular clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked.
If he hadn't hoped to restore his broken "parts" after becoming a god, he probably would have chosen to fall into depravity long ago.
Those missing "parts," that incomplete body, that indescribable humiliation—they were the everlasting pain in his heart, and the reason he gritted his teeth and persevered.
"Exactly! Only those who endure the bitterest hardships can rise above the rest!"
Oscar suddenly sat up from the ground, his eyes lighting up with a fierce, unwavering gleam.
He looked at the others. His voice was hoarse, but brimming with fighting spirit.
"Brothers, it's just a little 'soup'! Grit your teeth, and it'll be over before you know it!"
"What are these difficulties compared to our bright future?"
"Xiao Ao's right."
Tang San picked up the conversation and held out his hand, palm facing down.
"Grit your teeth, and it'll be over before you know it."
"When we face difficulties, we have to face them bravely!"
"Come on, brothers!"
One hand after another piled on top. Four hands stacked together, pressing down hard.
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
With Tang San and Oscar's encouragement, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun seemed to regain their confidence and muster their fighting spirit.
The group slung their arms around one another's shoulders and walked toward the dining hall, chatting and laughing...
About half an hour later.
Yu Xiaogang emerged from the kitchen, holding a large tray in both hands.