Never would Strong Grass An have thought that he would be uprooted one day.
He had endured infinite torture and fought so hard to become stronger. Just when he was about to make a breakthrough, he was being plucked away as an ingredient for soup?!
No!!!
How could the gods do this to him?
I refuse to accept this!
I won't die like this!
An Lin was on the brink of mental breakdown.
Being ravaged relentlessly was not the cruelest form of torture. What was much crueler was having hope after being ravaged for so long, only for a god-like creature to descend from the sky and snuff out all of that hope.
A psychological blow like this was enough to break the strongest of resolutions.
An Lin was still howling in despair, but no one was going to notice the grief and indignation of a blade of grass.
A middle-aged man held the grass in his hand and hurried home with an elated expression.