What a crazy apocalypse.
That was the only thought left in Seraphina Sullivan’s mind after she finished listening to Ash’s story.
It was simply unheard of!
She had expected some kind of viral mutation, an alien system invasion, or a cataclysmic disaster... But instead, animals had become Demons and were now enslaving humanity?
Even for a novel, this plot was a bit ridiculous!
Ash continued to describe the outside world in a low voice:
"At first... humanity could still fight back." His voice was hoarse. "Guns, bombs, even missiles... they were still effective against the newly awakened Demons."
But soon, the Demons began to evolve rapidly.
Some could control the elements, some were impervious to blades and bullets, and some could even live as parasites inside human bodies...
"Their rate of growth... it’s terrifying." Deep despair filled Ash’s eyes. "Humanity’s living space... is being constantly squeezed."
Cities fell, and armies were crushed.
The surviving humans could only hide wherever they could, scuttling like rats to eke out a living in the ruins.
But the most ironic part was...
"The slaughterhouses need ’workers’..." Ash said with a bitter smile. "So some Goblins started specifically capturing humans, forcing us... to process these things."
Seraphina couldn’t help but retort, "Heh, so even in the apocalypse, you can’t escape being an overworked wage slave. What a life of toil."
She finally understood why Wessuri gave her such an oppressive feeling.
That person wasn’t human at all!
But a Goblin capable of perfect Transformation.
"No wonder they’re so beautiful..." Seraphina muttered subconsciously.
When demons transform, they often choose the most perfect appearance.
But the next second, she slapped herself hard across the face. "What are you thinking?!"
’This is no time to be admiring the enemy’s good looks!’
Ash gave her a strange look before continuing, "But... the slaughterhouse isn’t all bad."
He explained that although the work here was bloody and cruel, compared to the treacherous world outside, it offered a sliver of hope for survival.
"If you can become an official employee of the slaughterhouse..." A glimmer of hope flashed in Ash’s eyes. "The master of the slaughterhouse will grant you protection."
But being in the slaughterhouse also meant being closer to all sorts of monsters, so the death rate was also high.
In other words, this place was like a twisted "sanctuary" in the middle of the apocalypse.
You trade your labor for a chance to live.
Even if that labor comes with an extremely high mortality rate.
Seraphina narrowed her eyes, her mind racing as she calculated her options:
’Main Quest Two’s assessment is already complete. Now, as long as I survive for seven days, I can return safely.’
Just then, the conveyor belt started up with a CLACK, and a "live hog" bound by iron chains was slowly lowered down.
It was another huge, black, fat pig!
The numbers on the electronic screen flickered: [99/100]
"Time to get to work," Seraphina said in a low voice, releasing her Control over Ash. "If we don’t finish on time, who knows what those Hogmen will do."
Ash seemed dazed for a moment but quickly came to his senses, apparently completely unaware that he had just been controlled by Seraphina.
He nodded and skillfully picked up the bleeding knife.
Seraphina thought to herself, ’This instance is full of dangers. One careless mistake... and I could end up as the meat on the chopping block.’
The two of them stood before the workstation, facing the fat pig bound by iron chains.
The pig’s eyes were filled with terror, and a mournful WHIMPER came from its throat, but its struggles were futile against the specially made chains.
Ash expertly located the carotid artery and brought the knife down—
"SCHLICK!"
Dark red blood spurted out. The Hogman’s struggles gradually weakened until it stopped moving completely.
Seraphina was surprised by how skilled Ash was, but after hearing his story, she figured he must have learned it to survive in the outside world. It made sense; otherwise, he wouldn’t be the only native to have survived from their group.



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