"Feed these little brats some slop, at least let them survive tonight!"
Who?
Who is speaking?
Did I get drunk and fall asleep on the street?
Rinren slowly opened his eyes. All he saw was pitch black. His familiar ceiling was gone, and his familiar incandescent lamp was also gone. There were only faint oil lamps in the corridor outside the dark iron bars, bringing a sliver of light to the place.
What's going on?
Rinren jolted awake, sat up, his gaze quickly sweeping around, and his heart immediately sank.
Everything he saw was unfamiliar!
Iron bars separated each cage. Beneath him was a cold, hard floor. In the huge cages, ragged children huddled together, curled up in a heap!
This!
Looking down at his small, tender, but not delicate hands, Rinren immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
"Me! I'm probably six or seven years old at most!"
If this wasn't a dream, then there was a big problem!
These hands were not his former rough and unrestrained big hands. Clearly, this was not his body.
Most importantly, the intense and burning hunger in his stomach told him that this was not a dream!
"This damn…"
Lowering his arms, Rinren forced a bitter smile, and fell back weakly, unable to accept it for a moment.
He could confirm that he had Transmigrated.
Suppressing his hunger, Rinren closed his eyes, trying to find the previous owner's memories within this body. Frustratingly, the previous owner's little brain was completely blank, even cleaner than the tissue box by his bed.
"My money, oh my money!"
Rinren was no stranger to Transmigration. In his previous life, he worked in sales. Besides meeting clients, his favorite thing to do was read novels. From time to time, he would also feel bored with his day-to-day life and envy those Transmigrators who could experience countless exciting things.
But now that it was his turn, Rinren expressed that he really didn't want to Transmigrate!
The tens of thousands of yuan he had painstakingly saved, at least let me spend it freely beforehand!
As soon as he thought of his money, lying in a dry, cold insurance safe just like him, Rinren felt a suffocating pain in his heart.
However, he was still someone who had experienced the harsh realities of society and knew when to bow his head. Transmigration, such a bizarre event, was simply not a reality he could currently resist.
Thinking of this, his mindset gradually calmed down.
"Good, good, at least my memories from my previous life weren't erased, otherwise it would be no fun."
One must know that Rinren was a somewhat well-known salesman in his previous life, having faced countless difficult clients and 'Bosses'. His mindset was incredibly stable, which was the foundation of his survival.
Silently adjusting his mindset, Rinren recalled everything he saw after waking up.
Dark, windowless cages, cold and damp ground, turbid and foul-smelling but not cold air, and ragged children—all of this conveyed cruelty and misery.
The only conclusion Rinren could currently draw was that this place was underground.
Combined with the illegally imprisoned children, including himself, this was probably a secret base of some transnational dark organization!
Just as Rinren was deep in thought, a sudden, piercing knocking sound rang out.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
It startled him immediately.
"Damn it, are you guys ghosts? You walk without making a sound?" Rinren muttered softly, then opened his eyes.
By the faint candlelight, he saw a cold, middle-aged man wearing a gray linen tunic tied at the waist over a torn, sock-like garment, constantly hitting the iron bars with a wooden stick. Strangely, the man also had an iron plate headband with strange patterns tied on his forehead.
The middle-aged man expressionlessly scattered handfuls of black pellets into the cage, spreading them all over the floor.
Rinren was lying near the edge of the cage. He sat up, picked up a pellet, and watching the middle-aged man's receding back, he muttered softly, "This guy must be seriously ill. Wearing torn socks as an inner garment, he's either a pervert or a queer."
As he spoke, Rinren suddenly froze, a flash of lightning striking his mind, and his pupils slowly widened.
I... I think I've seen this kind of clothing!
The next second, the two big words, Hokage, jumped out of his mind, and a storm surged in his heart.
Suddenly, he remembered the words he heard before he woke up. The pronunciation was no different from the 'Yamete kudasai' he often studied in AVs.
Then the iron-plated headband on that middle-aged man's head was probably a forehead protector!
Thinking of this, Rinren looked down at the black pellet in his hand, and his teeth instantly ached.
No, no, no! It's not certain yet. Maybe that guy was a pervert with gender identity disorder, or rather, a cross-dresser!
In the cage, the children scrambled for the black pellets on the ground. The children who got a pellet immediately stuffed it into their mouths and rejoined the scramble.
Soon, the pellets on the ground disappeared. Rinren clearly noticed that many children got more than one, carefully hiding them and huddling in a corner, watching those around them warily.
And the children who didn't get any stared greedily and longingly at the people around them. Among them, several children stared with green eyes at Rinren's hand holding a pellet. It was hard to imagine that these children, no more than seven or eight years old, would have such fierce gazes.
"Whoosh!" A soft sound, accompanied by chewing, and the green light in the children's eyes around Rinren shifted.
Rinren swallowed the pellet, secretly sighing in relief.
When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when prosperous, one should benefit the world.
He only had one, and his stomach was burning with hunger, so he should take care of himself first.
After one pellet, a feeling of fullness soon arrived, and a warmth rose in his stomach. Rinren smacked his lips, marveling in his heart.
Although it didn't taste good, like eating a mouthful of mud, the effect was outstanding, one pellet being equivalent to one meal.
Feeling his stomach ache gradually subside, Rinren moved away from the children who had already started fighting, found a quiet corner by the wall, and tried to recall the Naruto plot he had once watched.
He didn't know until he thought about it, and then he was shocked.
"Damn it, why is my mind full of 'I, Madara, declare you the strongest', 'A bag of rice, how many floors, spicy, sweet, salty'? Oh, my life! I've watched too many hot-blooded edits!"
Muttering, Rinren's lips slowly curved upwards, and he sighed softly.
"Youth!"
As the candlelight gradually dimmed, Rinren also closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Rinren, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly woken up by a piercing knocking sound.
Outside the cage, stood a White Coat Old Man, followed by four or five Ninja-dressed individuals. The middle-aged man who had brought food to Rinren's group of children was vigorously hitting the iron bars with a wooden stick.
"Get up, all of you get up! Stand by the edge of the cage!"
The middle-aged man roared loudly, his gloomy eyes filled with ferocity.
The ragged children woke up one after another, huddling together like frightened lambs. Rinren got up, hid in the crowd with his head down, and discreetly watched the movements of the few people outside the iron bars from the corner of his eye.
"Squeak." A piercing friction sound rang out, and the cage door was opened.
"Everyone out! Hurry!" The middle-aged man continued to hit ferociously, making loud thudding sounds.
Rinren remained mixed in the crowd, and amidst the scolding, followed the White Coat Old Man at the front into a narrow passage that stretched as far as the eye could see.
In the huge underground cave, water droplets fell from the stalactites on the ceiling. In the center of the cave, on a massive stone platform, mottled dark red blood seeped, and a strong smell of blood permeated the air.
In front of the stone platform, a man wrapped in a cloak, completely covered, stood with his hands behind his back, expressionlessly looking at the huge, raised stone platform before him.
"Lord Igone Yu, the sacrifices for the Evil God have been prepared!"
Behind the man, the Ninja-dressed individual knelt on one knee, his tone filled with reverence and fanaticism.
The cloaked man, called Igone Yu, nodded silently, still with his back turned, and a hoarse voice rang out.
"The containers?"
The Ninja immediately lowered his head and said, "They are all ready. This time, one hundred and fifty-two containers have been prepared."
Igone Yu then nodded with a larger motion, indicating that he was very satisfied with this number.
"Go prepare, the Evil God will remember your efforts!"
Hearing this, the kneeling Ninja's face immediately showed an uncontrollable joy.
People surged, and from the dark cave mouths in all directions, a large number of children were driven out. The expressionless cultists wielded whips, indulging in their cruelty.
Soon, the emaciated children were driven onto the huge altar in the center of the cave, crowding together, terrified, awaiting their unknown fate.
Igone Yu, wearing a hood and heavily cloaked, looked at the restless children on the platform, his bloodshot eyes filled with fanaticism, and he continuously muttered low, insane ramblings.
As the children were in place, the previously deserted cave entrance was once again filled with people, only this time, countless adult men and women with numb, withered faces poured out from inside the cave.
Among them were men, women, and even white-haired elders. They differed in appearance, gender, and age, the only thing they had in common was a pair of eyes that were all whites.
Stumbling like zombies, this group of people surrounded the altar.
Seeing the sacrifices and containers in place, Igone Yu lifted his hood, revealing a repulsive face full of grotesque scars, his eyes, with more white than black, filled with bloodshot veins and fanaticism.
"Ya ha ha ha! Begin the sacrifice!"
With Igone Yu's piercing scream, the guards in Ninja uniforms simultaneously knelt on both knees towards the central altar, bowed their heads, and their mumbling lips continuously uttered blasphemous sounds that disturbed the soul.
Rinren stood on the altar, suddenly feeling dizzy, as if the whole world was distorted;
Even his head felt like it was rusted, operating with extreme difficulty.
"Damn cultists, I can't move! I must… save myself!"
Although he didn't know what these abnormal guys were doing, he was sure that they were not doing anything good.
Just as Rinren struggled desperately, trying to regain control of his body.
A cruel scene unfolded.
The cultists, from somewhere, pulled out various grotesque torture instruments of different shapes and dark red colors, and like a meat grinder, they rushed into the crowd of adults, stirring up storms of fresh blood and flesh.
Ordinary people were no match for these Ninja, let alone these ordinary people who had no will to resist, not even letting out a single scream.
Soon, blood stained the ground, and the area beneath the stone platform was full of severed limbs.
Igone Yu closed his eyes, his face showing enjoyment as he inhaled the smell of blood in the air. Suddenly, his bloodshot eyes snapped open, and his repulsive face became extremely distorted.
"Not enough, not enough! There are too few sacrifices! Kill some of the containers!"
A sharp roar rang out, and the cultists grinned, wielding their torture instruments, and rushed onto the stone platform;
At the sight of this, Rinren's back immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
But his body, like a rusted machine, creaked and groaned, unable to move an inch.
As the blood-stained axe blade was about to cut across his neck, Rinren was extremely anxious, his eyes feeling as if they would tear apart.
"Move! Get out of the way!"
A hysterical roar echoed through the cave.
The line in his body stretched to its limit. With a soft 'thump', an intensely burning will to live broke the body's restraints.
Immediately, his body quickly tilted backward, narrowly dodging the cultist's beheading strike.
But before he could even sigh in relief, the cultist's grotesque, demonic face reappeared, and the axe in his hand, as if weightless, cut through the air at an extremely fast speed, chasing after his neck.
Rinren's eyes immediately shrunk to pinpricks. Looking at the axe blade getting closer and closer, his heart was filled with despair.
It's over.
The sharp axe blade cut through, and Rinren only felt a dizzying sensation, as if he had been thrown into the air, and then landed heavily, making a dull 'thud'.
In his gradually darkening and blurring vision, a familiar headless body slowly toppled, stirring up layers of dust.
Damn it! Head separated from body! I'm dead!