God Valley Incident VII

As the name "Davy Family" was fully shouted out, the plaza fell into a dead silence that lasted less than a breath.

The next second—

Emotions completely exploded.

"Those people—are the Davy Family?!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Letting them live is far too dangerous!!!"

"Wipe them out!!"

"Wipe them all out!!!"

Roars rose one after another, layering over each other until they nearly drowned out the echo from the loudspeakers.

"If we wipe them all out—"

"Then today will be a day of celebration!!!"

As though slaughter had always been part of the festivities.

Among the slaves, some were roughly dragged out as their chains suddenly tightened.

Heavy shackles clamped around their wrists, iron rings scraping across the ground with a shrill, lingering rasp.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, old and new whip marks crisscrossing their skin. Some could no longer even stand and could only be forcibly shoved forward.

They were pushed separately into the center of the plaza.

—They were the Davy Family.

At the very back of the group, a young child was held tightly in a woman's arms.

She was Alice, and also Rocks's wife.

She used her entire body to shield the child, even though such protection meant nothing before guns and power.

Her arms had long been trembling, yet she never loosened her hold in the slightest.

The child's eyes were filled with fear.

It was the fear of someone who had yet to understand "death," yet had instinctively sensed what it meant to be "denied."

Reflected deep within his pupils was a scene like a gathering of demons wearing bubble helmets.

They stood high above, looking down, mocking, pointing, casually tossing out malice and cheers.

As if silently declaring that his very existence was a mistake.

On the stage, the Celestial Dragon