Chapter 112: The Hope of the Entire Clan

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No matter how much they fought, they couldn’t win... and they had no shame about it... When someone politely invited him to eat, he shamelessly planned to freeload a meal. Freeloading off the enemy’s food... These little people from Dirt Mound City were utterly helpless against this "giant" before them.

With no other choice, the little figure in a coarse linen dress waved his hand at the troops, signaling them to retreat first... The leader froze for a moment, muttering incomprehensible words to the linen-clad figure. The little one replied in the same tongue. Eventually, urged by the linen-dress figure, the leader reluctantly led the troops away, vanishing grandly into the city’s depths... leaving behind only a swirl of yellow smoke drifting through the empty streets.

“Where are you going?” The linen-dress figure called out to Li Changluo, who was striding ahead.

“To eat,” Li Changluo answered cheerfully, looking up at the tiny figure.

“You...”

“Please put down the hammer, okay? We don’t need hammers to eat. And whatever you’re secretly hiding in your hands—an iron shovel? Put it down...” The little figure held up a megaphone, shaking their head in disbelief. Was this handsome man a demon?

While the figure was just talking to others, Li Changluo sneakily gathered a bunch of iron tools and hid them on his person...

Clang!

Li Changluo scratched his head, embarrassed, and tossed two iron hammers onto the ground. He wanted to say, can you really blame me? Coming into the city, he was greeted with poison needles and ropes... Who knew if whips and candles awaited him next? Grabbing weapons for self-defense seemed only reasonable.

The linen-dressed little person led Li Changluo down the street to a humble single-story house. Along the way, Li Changluo noticed the city was not truly deserted. Occasionally, others like the linen figure peeked out cautiously, watching him with wary eyes...

“Go inside. This is my home,” the linen figure said, pointing to an earthen house.

Li Changluo looked around and saw many little people had gathered, all wearing various terrifying masks, pointing at him and watching the spectacle eagerly...

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The linen-dress figure waved the megaphone, chattering fiercely to drive away the curious onlookers.

Li Changluo was not polite either. He pushed open the door of the small house, ready to enter...

But when he did, he froze. This little person really knew how to live frugally—so frugally the place was nearly barren.

The entire small room was empty—truly empty. One whole wall was missing... Was this some sort of borrowed light through a broken wall? The wall had completely collapsed.

Calling it “bare walls” was a compliment; the room was riddled with holes of all sizes, and cold wind blew through relentlessly.

Suddenly, Li Changluo felt inhuman. Under such conditions, did he really want to freeload a meal here? Eat up another wall of this little person’s home?

“Hey, where are you going?” The linen-dressed little one shouted at him irritably. “I told you to come in here—what are you doing?”

Following the direction he pointed, Li Changluo saw a stove at the door.

“Why are you just standing there? Come in!” the little figure nudged him.

“Come in? Into the stove? Are you trying to keep me warm?” Li Changluo retorted, standing his ground.

“Heh, forgot—you’re just too big...” The linen figure removed the mask from her face, revealing a girl’s features.

Her hair was slightly yellow and tied in twin tails, freckles dotting her face. If human, she would look about sixteen or seventeen.

But perhaps because of living in this desert, the girl appeared malnourished—how could she not be? She was shriveled, standing only about ten centimeters tall.

In his previous life, Li Changluo was one of the countless kind-hearted young men who gave steamed buns daily to starving beggars, watched them eat their last bun with satisfaction, helped women in distress by contacting the police, and even helped scam groups by filming and posting videos for free every weekend...

But now, in this world filled with monsters and demons, he was determined to survive, resolute in becoming a lowly little monster himself.

Yet seeing this pale, thin girl in front of him awakened his kindness...

“Have you cried yourself hungry?”

Looking at Li Changluo’s tearful eyes, the little girl in the linen dress felt guilty. She hurried inside the stove by the door...

Soon after, she came rushing out again, anxious.

Li Changluo looked at the girl and the dish she held, feeling tender but hesitant to speak...

“Don’t be polite. It’s simple food, don’t mind it. We’re on a diet lately, so this is all we have...” The girl lifted a platter much bigger than herself, looking at Li Changluo with sincerity.

Li Changluo took the platter from her trembling hands with a serious expression.

At this age, vanity is a given. Maybe she feared he’d think the food was too plain, which is why she said that?

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It must be... definitely must be...

But... do you call roast chicken, lobster, abalone, steak, and red wine “simple food”?

And those exquisitely plated tuna slices—what’s that supposed to mean?

Are you telling me your family owns a mine?

Also...

This is a desert, please respect yourself...

How could such things exist in the desert?

There must be poison...

I’m throwing it all away, into the sand...

I won’t eat a single bite.

“If you’re hungry, just make do with it...”

The little girl gently tugged her twin tail and pushed the platter toward Li Changluo, inviting him to eat.

So...

Li Changluo slammed a box of instant noodles back at the girl...

Pointing at the lobster and steak feast on her platter, he said indignantly, “I’m the guest here. Isn’t this food meant for me?”

“You...”

The girl clearly expected his reaction. Calmly, she pointed around and slowly told Li Changluo, “At my young age, I must shoulder the entire burden of this Devil City. I am to become the clan leader.”

“This inhuman pressure has crushed my frail shoulders...”

“Look at my hands, they’re so thin. Compared to others my age, I’m much shorter...”

“I can only survive on this food because my people still need me. I can’t fall down...”

Her expression darkened as she looked at the roast chicken, lobster, steak, and red wine with disdain.

“You’re kidding who? You’re eating so happily, not even spitting out the bones...” Li Changluo sneered, watching the girl stuff her mouth messily.

Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, “This is Devil City, so you must know where the devil is, right?”

“Of course. I am the devil.”

“...”