~： The second year story 039, the mission... was established

That night, there was a bonfire in the small village that was already quiet at this time. The bonfire was lit in the center of the village, the fiery light reflected the stars in the sky, and the blazing flame seemed to burn them all. Looking around, the air above the bonfire has been distorted and exudes the unique burnt smell of wood. Does that twisted space also symbolize the truth... It is always so unspeakable and cruel...

And darkness?

The campfire was full of people. Man, woman, child held by woman. In the past, we could only see strong men walking around in the village. Only then did the idiot discover how many people there are in this small village. And another thing is that the wives of those men seem to be pretty good. With Dahlia as the head, any wife here is probably a rare beauty in other places.

After looking around, the idiot condenses his sight to the focus of everyone's sight. There, the village chief stood up in silence. Next to him sat his wife and three children. Under the reflection of the sparks flying into the sky, mottled flames appeared on the village head's face.

"Today everyone is gathered for nothing else, but for the festival three days later. I believe everyone is already aware of the festival three days later. That is the day when the prosperity of our village Desapush began. It is also a day when disasters and bad luck visit us uninterruptedly..."

Everyone kept silent, waiting quietly for the village chief to speak. After the village chief coughed slightly, he continued to say--

"I know that you guys are very dissatisfied with me. It is because of my persistence that everyone has not been able to get a good harvest in the past year. There is no harvest of the seed particles that were sown, and the food for a year of hard work is also all It’s gone. If this continues, even if the **** of harvest no longer punishes us, I’m afraid we don’t know if we can survive this winter."

As he said, the village chief lowered his head as if he was repenting. Some of the villagers also bowed their heads, looking helpless.

"But... are you really willing to let this kind of thing go on? Are you really willing to use your own lives in exchange for those rich lives?!"

The village chief suddenly increased the volume, took out a huge guiding stone loaded in a disc-shaped container from his arms, threw it heavily on the ground, and shouted—

"Yes, Weimen, the **** of harvest. The power of this **** is indeed powerful. He can allow us to produce more than the specified amount of food every year! We can even get it easily without going to the farmland. Wealth! But everything needs a price. What is our price? Not money, not sacrifices, but our lives——!!!"

He pointed to the guiding stone on the ground--

"Every year...every year, every year, every year, the family to whom we are turned will place its hands on this active guide stone condensed by the God of Harvest’s own strength, and willingly dedicate it. Only one-half of my remaining life is injected into it! This is not only us, but also our wives and our children! All members of every household must contribute half of their harvest for just one year Life! Do you really think it is worth it?!"

The villagers looked at each other, everyone lowered their heads silently, not daring to meet the village chief's sight. On the contrary, the idiot kept staring at the village chief from beginning to end, listening to every word and word he said.

"Everyone, we can't go on like this anymore. Maybe we can survive this way for a few more years. But after a few years? Our lives will be squeezed out, and our children will all die. Can't enjoy the beautiful life they should have! As a village head...but I can't do anything for everyone...I regret it. That's why last year! I will categorically refuse to inject life into this guiding stone. To the God of Harvest, just to let everyone know that we can resist! We can reject destiny!"

"Everyone, wake up. That's not a **** at all, it's just a devil that **** our lives! The monster just squeezes us year after year, watching us slowly go to death and painful appearance ……The reason why it destroyed our wheat fields is to make everyone resist my resistance, and then let us completely succumb to it and become the real food that it dares not resist! This is also me. Asking for help from the capital, hoping to get a reason for aid!

Everyone's eyes swept toward the idiot. At the center of the focus, the idiot lowered his head slightly and hugged the bread with his left arm, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Wake up, we can fight back! Maybe, we will indeed suffer heavy casualties. But so far we have never confronted that demon head-on, have we?! And in the empire’s classification of monsters, the demon is just It is classified as the weakest first-level monster, we don’t have to be afraid of it! Maybe after we successfully defeat it, we will discover that the monster is actually very weak and only knows how to use us to feed itself! We can even raise it in captivity Get up and force it to return our lifespan to us, and then force it to make our fields look like a good harvest every year!"

The village chief said impassionedly, his eyes were full of sincerity, obviously he wanted to arouse the courage of the villagers! He alone is far from enough, and his power alone cannot defeat the "God"! But... if there are more people... if everyone is united...! ! !

"So, who will lead the way?"

Unity, just because of such a sentence, collapsed.

Some young people among the villagers said this. The young people looked at the village chief with disdain, and said coldly: "It sounds good. Then who is in charge of taking the lead? Mr. village chief, is it you?"

What does it mean to take the lead?

To die.

Even if you take ten thousand steps back, if you can really kill the **** of harvest, then it will undoubtedly pay a huge price. So, who will bear the price? Who is responsible for doing this "sacrifice oneself, perfect others" thing?

In an instant, the venue fell silent. Even the village chief who was still talking just now closed his mouth at this moment. Only the sound of wood crackling in the campfire echoed in the night sky...

"Everyone... everybody! Are you... you are willing to continue like this?"

Finally, the village chief was a little panicked. He waved his hands hard, showing something to everyone.

After the crowd was silent for ten seconds, a voice suddenly sounded: "Then the village chief, will you come to lead the battle? You are responsible for sending death, and we are responsible for living. As long as we successfully defeat the **** of harvest, we will build a statue for you. We will also take care of your wife and children, okay?"

It was an old man who was speaking, and as his voice fell, everyone's eyes focused on the village chief again. At this moment, the color in their eyes is no longer fear, more...but it is indifferent and ruthless.

"Dad! Daddy!"

Marlene was in a hurry. Her father was isolated again and made her jump up and plunge into the arms of the village chief. Dahlia also stood up, standing beside the village head pale, holding the child's hand trembling slightly. The village chief touched his children, and then looked at the tears that were falling in his wife's eyes... His lips trembled, and after thinking for a long time, he... finally took a step forward.

"I...be a pioneer."

"father!"

At this moment, Marlene cried. Dahlia also cried. The two-year-old boy in Dahlia’s arms and the other boy next to her also cried...

Their family is ready to die...this is the most dangerous task. If you swallow your breath, maybe half of your life can be enjoyed. But now...the end of this road is death...

The village chief sniffed, held back the tears in his eyes, and took a step: "Okay! I'll take the lead! Who wants to come with me?"

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But the one who greeted him was still silent.

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The night was dark, and the stars seemed to be swallowed by this indifference. Even at the moment when the village chief was ready to die, no one stood up. They just watched and sat on the ground, watching from a distance, coldly. They seem to be looking at something that has nothing to do with them. They are just spectators. They only need to find a seat to sit down and wait for the end of the matter to appear.

However, facing this pair of cold eyes. The tears that the village chief had just held back, flowed down again...

"You...you people! My dad...my dad he...!!!"

Marlene shed tears, because she was so anxious that she was even incoherent. After choking for a long time, she suddenly ran in front of the idiot, took his hand, and said loudly: "Little brother! You...will you help us? You will help dad. Isn’t it? You are on a mission, so...so...you will definitely kill the harvest **** Weimen, save our village and protect my father... right?!"

The eyes around him focused on the idiot again. At this point, even the village chief who had never believed in idiots before couldn't help but look expectantly at him. He is too lonely...Isolated by one person, who wants to save the village, but is called selfish, he really needs a companion too much. Even if this companion only has a little beggar, he doesn't care...don't care...

The villagers’ eyes were filled with distrust. They simply cannot believe that such a child can help them. This is a joke, a joke that is not funny at all. In this juncture, if anyone really believes that a child and their "great" village chief can save the entire village, then that person must be an "idiot", the most mindless "idiot".

boy……

Stood up.

He took the little baby girl in his left hand and walked forward little by little.

His footsteps are steady, his arms are free, but he fluctuates without much swing.

In this way, he walked in front of the village chief, raised his head, and looked at the village chief who had fallen into absolute isolation...

"The mission is established...?"

The village chief was taken aback, then nodded. At this moment, the idiot seemed to be relieved and closed his eyes, the hand holding the bread tightened slightly, and said the last sentence--

"The mission...is established."

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