Chapter 8

Ang drags the little zombie and walks down. There are more and more "people" on the road, among whom there are many skeletons and zombies. They are either carrying wooden baskets to transport things, or turning the winch to fetch water, and other repetitive work of this kind.

On these skeletons and zombies, Ang sees his own shadow. He himself is also a skeleton performing repetitive work, and his job is growing vegetables.

With the existence of these skeleton zombies, Ang and the little zombie appear inconspicuous. The "people" on the road don't even look at them, each busy with their own work. For some reason, everyone's face is full of worry.

It is the first time Ang has discovered that there are so many kinds of "people" in the world. There are humans like Aiske, Minotaurs with a bull's head, Cavemen with arms longer than legs walking on their front limbs, and Succubi with sheep hooves but extremely hot bodies, all kinds, not exhaustive.

Of course, the largest number is still skeletons and zombies. Almost all repetitive work is completed by skeletons and zombies, such as winching the cableway, fetching water, and moving things.

Holding the little zombie in one hand, walking aimlessly, the further he walks, the more remote it becomes, and the fewer people there are. Finally, in a remote corner of the underground city, which is accessible in all directions, Ang finds a piece of soft flat ground and stops here.

The reason for stopping is that the soil here is very soft, very fertile, and very moist. As a vegetable-growing skeleton, Ang is very sensitive to soil. What kind of land can grow things, he can tell at a glance.

The soil here is very fertile, but too moist, and there is no sunlight.

Even the farm in the Palace of Breath has sunlight, but the underground city does not. But no sunlight does not mean there are no plants. On the rock wall at the edge of the flat ground grows a kind of glowing moss.

This does not surprise Ang. Even stones on the breathing soil can grow moss, let alone the underground city without sunlight.

It has been several months since teleporting over, and Ang has not grown anything for a long time. Seeing the soft soil and seeing plants that can grow, the vegetable-growing instinct engraved in his soul cannot help but stir.

No sunlight, no need to avoid sunlight. No Breath of Rest, no need to dig a burrow. Ang, who has stopped, simply fiddles with the moss, collecting this glowing moss everywhere.

When Ang is collecting moss, a wave of fierce arguments erupts in the underground city's council chamber.

The main arguers are two people, Succubus Lina and Goblin Craig. The reason for the argument is that Aiske did not buy grain, and the underground city has to face a life-and-death situation, needing them to make the final decision.

Lina says angrily: "Your proposal is inhumane, heartless, and immoral. If you drive these people to the wilderness, they will die. You are killing people!"

Craig says leisurely: "I am not a human, why would I have humanity? Driving away some people is to let others live. Isn't this the most moral thing? If we don't do this, by this time next year, we will all starve to death."

Lina says angrily: "You are sophistry. Why do you decide to drive away which part of the people? Drive away how many people? And let which part of the people live? You don't have this power."

Craig says plainly: "It is not me who decides how many people to drive away, it is determined by food. How many people can the food we have feed? The rest will be driven out to fend for themselves. Otherwise, if all the food is exhausted, they will all die."

Lina says: "We can work harder, make the magic lamps stay on for a longer time, we can add more magic to them, everyone works together, we will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties."

"This year has passed, what about next year?" Craig says disapprovingly: "The population this world can accommodate is not much to begin with. Before, it was because of the world transit station of the Undying Empire. The wealth it left behind allowed us to hold on for another thousand years. Now it really can't hold on anymore. We shouldn't resist this fate, let it return to its original position."

Pausing, Craig adds: "We are driving away low-end population now, and we can also make a screening, retaining more valuable high-end talents. If the grain is exhausted, even if you want to screen, you won't be able to. Noble mages will starve to death like cavemen, smart goblin engineers will rot like succubi who only know how to pose and charm people. That is the real waste."

Not forgetting to step on the succubus while discussing things, Lina is so angry that she turns her face directly, turning to Feilin and saying: "Lord Feilin, Craig's proposal is too absurd and cruel. Please use your veto power to veto his proposal."

Feilin nods: "Indeed too cruel. But Lina, if it were me, I would suggest launching the Undead Scourge."

"What!?" As soon as Feilin's words fall, not only Lina and Craig, but everyone in the council chamber is scared awake.

As the name implies, the Undead Scourge is a disaster launched by the undead, turning everyone into undead. That is to say, killing all living things in the underground city. This is even more cruel than Craig driving away a part of the people.

And he can completely do it. All undead creatures in the city are subject to Feilin's command. As long as he moves a thought, the Undead Scourge can be launched.

For a time, everyone thinks they heard wrong. Lina does not believe it even more. Lord Feilin, who has always been kind and amiable, actually said such terrible words, instinctively wanting to find a reason for him: "Does Lord Feilin mean to turn everyone into liches?"

Feilin shakes his head: "There are not so many materials. At most, three or five can be turned into liches. It doesn't make much sense."

"Then what do you mean?" Craig asks cautiously. He can accept driving away a part, because no matter how he drives, it won't reach him. But if it is the Undead Scourge, then he will have to compete with others for these three or five spots for turning into liches.

Feilin sighs longly and asks earnestly: "Do you know, what is the greatest achievement of the underground city's development to this day?"

This topic jumps a bit too much, and everyone shakes their heads in confusion.

"It is the atmosphere of living in harmony. When everyone first came here, Minotaurs and Goblins were still mortal enemies, Succubi were still human slaves, and many races were still each other's food. Do you know what hungry people will do after the grain is exhausted?"

Someone guesses what Feilin is going to say, and a solemn look appears on their face. This is indeed a possibility they hadn't thought of before.

"They will scrub the calf just born by the neighbor's Cow Aunt clean, throw it into the pot, string up the goblin, sprinkle it with seasoning, and put it in the oven, and chop off the succubus's hooves to stew soup."