After the first Continental War ended, the rats returned to Happy Farm.
Here, Spirit Hall had developed vast stretches of wasteland into cotton fields. Large quantities of high-quality cotton were shipped out from here to be made into cotton clothes and quilts, sold, or donated to disaster-stricken areas across the land.
It could be said that the people of the continent owed their quality cotton-padded clothes and trousers to the sweat and blood spilled by the rats.
Beneath the blazing sun, a group of dark-skinned men picked cotton in fields shimmering with heat.
Some were Black Fury, while others were rats.
Black Fury had originally been as black as coal, while the rats' skin had darkened from years of exposure to the scorching sun. Mixed among Black Fury, they were nearly impossible to tell apart.
Black Fury overseers rode fine horses, raising their whips as they galloped through the cotton fields.
Whenever they encountered a rat who dared to slack off, they would lash them with a whip.
"Go work! If you dare AFK again, next time it'll be a hundred lashes!"
The rats had long since gone numb and lost all hope. All that remained was the mechanical repetition of the same work, day after day.
The Emotion Points they could provide Qian Xunyi were also gradually decreasing.
Qian Xunyi felt that this would not do. Did he want cotton? What the hell use did he have for cotton? What he wanted was the hatred the rats and Black Fury felt toward him.
If people could never see hope, they would eventually become numb.
After thinking it over, Qian Xunyi decided to inject these Black Fury with something called hope—
They had been "reborn."
They witnessed the glory and prosperity of Clear Sky Sect in their "previous lives."
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