Compared to the Human Race and the Demon Race, Half-Demons occupied an utterly awkward position, like a lone skiff upon the vast ocean.
When the winds were calm and the waves still, the skiff could yet survive.
But once storms rose and towering waves crashed down, the little boat carrying the fate of the Half-Demons could be overturned by a single wave at any moment, unable to stir even the slightest ripple before vanishing into the River of Time.
The fox-eared young man let out a long sigh, feeling only boundless confusion ahead, with no idea where he ought to go.
He merely looked at the floating skeletons in the Chaotic Demon Sea and heaved a heavy sigh.
"Perhaps in a few years, I'll become one of them."
He did not fear death. He simply did not want to die like this.
"If only we could cross this Chaotic Demon Sea and reach the lands of the Human Race. I believe the Human Race would surely accept us. After all, compared to the Demon Race, the Human Race values morality more."
"At worst, we can keep doing this sort of work serving others. No matter how much the Human Race's experts may look down on us, at least they won't eat us when they're hungry, then comment on the taste."
Seemingly noticing the fox-eared man's low spirits, the Bull-Horned Strongman stepped forward and spoke in a low voice.
If others heard such words, they could implicate one's entire clan.
Yet the troubled fox-eared man merely looked around. Seeing that no one had noticed their conversation, he shook his head and said softly, "Leaving aside whether the Human Race would accept us, how are we supposed to cross the Chaotic Demon Sea?"
With cultivation at the Furnace Fire Realm, they would