Soon afterwards, the plains became stained with blood from the battle. No, it couldn't be called a battle.
Internal organs flowed from the torn flesh of the small people. Every time the Japanese moved, the small people were trampled on.
"Aaaaaaack!"
"S-Save me! Save me!"
It might be a small scream but the weight of life was the same. They were small in size but they had a normal life like the humans on Earth until the scenarios arrived. People ate, worked and lived an ordinary life with their family...
The familiar scenes from Earth overlapped with the corpses of the fallen small people.
The Japanese incarnations shouted. "Hahaha! This is what it feels like!"
Perhaps Xun Kuang should've been born in this age. It was an age where evidence that human nature was fundamentally evil was everywhere.
The victims who were slaughtered by someone immediately turned into the perpetrators when provided power and rewards. Maybe they were even worse because they had been hit once.