Crack, crunch.
The sound of flesh and bone being chewed kept coming.
The sound was unhurried, as though something delicious was being savored.
Everyone around trembled, breaking out in cold sweats.
Some clenched their fists, filled with resentment.
But...
The contract planted in them left them powerless, unable to resist the suppression of that Goat Eerie.
Were they really going to stay here, waiting for the day they became that creature's next meal?
Were they just going to keep waiting to die?
Among the crowd, a young man finally reached his limit and tried to stand up to berate the Goat Eerie.
But the people beside him quickly stopped him.
"Don't stop me! Even if I die, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!"
Those around him kept urging him, "Don't go. He's the one in charge here. It's already good enough that people like us can cling to life."
One after another, the people around him kept trying to persuade him.
Everything they said amounted to...
Forget it. Accept your fate. You can't fight him!
Even if you did curse him out, what good would it do?
At most, you would give him a laugh.
Those words only made the young man angrier.
But the people around him...
Many possessed sequence transcendence, and many had abilities stronger than his. They kept the young man firmly restrained.
He could not help demanding, "You people are so powerful. Why don't you dare give it everything you've got?"
At those words, everyone around him looked uncomfortable.
No one wanted to speak, and no one dared to.
Their faces alternated between ashen and pale.
Finally, an old man spoke. "It's not that we don't want to..."
His words stopped abruptly.
But everyone naturally knew what he wanted to say.