Sin

"Did you come from the South Blue?" The middle-aged man ahead turned around and asked, his gaze probing.

"I came from the East Blue." Swain avoided his eyes, not daring to meet the middle-aged man's gaze as he hurriedly replied.

"The East Blue? I heard it's very safe there. I wanted to take my wife there all along, but unfortunately, I never had the chance." Deep disappointment showed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his voice sank. His shoulders drooped slightly, bent beneath a burden too heavy to bear.

"Were you tricked into coming here too?" The middle-aged man seemed emotionally unstable now. His voice trembled, and his hands clenched tightly into fists.

Seeing this, Swain quickly stepped forward and gently pressed a hand to the man's shoulder, trying to steady him. "Yes. I hate them so much. They slaughtered my entire family."

The man's expression darkened instantly, his eyes turning hollow as he murmured, "So you had it even worse than I did. At least my wife and daughter are still alive, but they must be suffering worse than death now."

Swain knew very well what lay behind those words. His wife and daughter must have had some looks, and had likely been forced to endure those unbearable things.

Ever since Swain had begun his plan to hunt the Celestial Dragons, he had heard one horrifying account after another of their twisted deeds. In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, women could often survive only by attaching themselves to the strong.

Once someone caught the eye of world-class nobles like the Celestial Dragons, all they could pray for was to be discarded after their captors grew tired of them.

Otherwise, they would truly have to receive different slaves day and night, serving as a "reward" for