I Became One of the Little People
Generation after generation of Little People took root here, only to head toward darkness. Even when Chen Yu gave it his all, he could not save them from their fate.
This place seemed cursed. All manner of natural disasters and misfortunes emerged one after another, making Chen Yu certain that something was wrong here.
After another total annihilation of the Little People, Chen Yu rolled over and lay down, feeling as if he had been toyed with.
Damn Heavenly Demon Space, is this how you torment me?!
He had originally wanted to just lie flat, but before he knew it, he had formed a connection with the Little People and had even begun to pour his feelings into them.
Every generation of Little People shared some blood ties. They explored outward, settled elsewhere, and then returned here after their homeland was destroyed.
As a result, Chen Yu's feelings for them gradually accumulated, until he began to regard these Little People as his own children.
Though he claimed not to care, every time the Little People were wiped out, it still stabbed at his heart.
"Yu, what's wrong?" Zhou appeared on Chen Yu's head with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth. "A beast over there is taking a dump. Let's go poke its asshole!"
"Can't you be a little more mature?"
"Then let's go poke its mature asshole~"
"I'm talking about you!"
"Mine can't be poked!"
"Get lost!"
Rolling over and getting to his feet, Chen Yu wanted to beat Zhou up to vent his anger. Then he saw Xiang smiling at him.
"Xiang, what are you laughing about?"
"Nothing. I just noticed that the thing on your head has gotten bigger."
Pulling Zhou over, Chen Yu looked through Zhou's eyes and