645. The Path to Redemption

With a sweep of her hand, Eleanor handed nearly half of the Blood Cattle factory's management authority over to Thirteen.

What she did not know was that even if she had not come to Thirteen, Thirteen would have taken the initiative to seek her out and propose this project after some time.

After all, this was a task the Fungal Lord had given it!

However, if Thirteen had brought it up first, it would have seemed somewhat less natural than it did now.

Thirteen, having obtained the authority, did not stand on ceremony. It immediately began parasitizing them, while also not forgetting the true task the Fungal Lord had given it—to spread faith in Puji!

Blood Cattle did not refer only to those captured humans.

Deep within the factory, the imprisoned figures came from every corner of the continent.

Humans curled up in narrow compartments, Dwarves' hunched bodies were fixed to stone platforms with chains, and Orcs' thick limbs hung limply.

There were even several Lizardmen with unfocused vertical pupils and dull scales. Here, members of the Demon Race were no different from the other races.

In the water tanks even deeper inside, there were even figures of Mermaids and Murlocs.

They were fixed in place, unable to lie down or stand straight. Once a day, the factory managers forcefully poured a meal down their throats.

It was a gray paste, mixed with the basic nutrients needed to sustain life, as well as dozens of potions. Blood-production agents, weakening agents, sedatives—

These potions were not the kind of legitimate goods that could be placed on sale in a potion shop. Every single one had considerable side effects, and when mixed together, they would greatly overdraw the user's bodily potential.

And all of this was so that they could continuously produce