Though they were meant to be sacrifices, some of the yellow-haired players couldn't help but think, "If we cover their faces, isn't it still acceptable? With the lights off, who's to say whether it's human or pig..."
Lust is a blade that cuts both ways.
They were players, after all. Initially intimidated by the aura of the monsters, they quickly regained their composure and thought, "What's the big deal? It's just a game. Dying means respawning."
With this thought, many of the yellow-haired players decided not to flee.
Instead, they brazenly stared at the bird demon leader Ji Taimei's "headlights" and "exhaust pipes," their faces revealing malicious smirks.
Ji Taimei, however, was indifferent and made no effort to cover herself.
She openly displayed herself to the humans, but she couldn't understand why they suddenly stopped being afraid.
Normally, human adventurers had two reactions upon encountering monsters: either they acted as if they'd taken gunpowder, yelling and attacking with greed in their eyes, eager to strip every feather off the monsters for materials or profit; or they cried out in despair, turned tail, and ran.
But this level of boldness, especially from such a large group, was a first for her.
"You're not afraid of us monsters?" Ji Taimei asked curiously.
"Afraid of you? Why should we be afraid of you?" one yellow-haired player scoffed, his face full of disdain.
He was ready to die heroically.
"You lot are just monsters. One day, we humans will flatten this place!"
"Exactly! You're just material for equipment. But you, bird demon, could make a fine pet."
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Matsuganko-kun has quite the peculiar taste."
...
Of course, when the yellow-haired players said "we players," the system automatically replaced it with "we humans."
Flatten what? Flatten their potatoes?
This was intolerable.
The monsters, having been taught some common language by their black dragon leader, couldn't speak fluently but could understand well enough.
Their most familiar term was "potatoes."
Anything they didn't understand was substituted with "potatoes."
"Whoosh—"
The wind howled. Despite the blazing sun, a strong gale swept through the forest.
The yellow-haired players felt a chill down their spines as they noticed the monsters, even the Blackwater Python held by the gnolls, had red glows in their eyes.
"Capture humans, plant potatoes!" one monster roared furiously.
"Capture humans, plant potatoes!!" the other monsters echoed, erupting into a frenzy.
"What... what's going on?" The yellow-haired players looked at the rampaging monsters in bewilderment.
Could it be that the monsters understood their earlier remarks?
But they had no time to ponder.
"Boom boom boom..."
The ground shook as thousands of Fireflame Rabbits swarmed over them, instantly overwhelming the group of Sakura Island players.
They poked noses, jabbed eyes, struck kidneys, and even used martial arts techniques like the Bear Dragon Claw. But their favorite move was the infamous "Big Pocket Slam."
A cacophony of "bam bam bam" filled the air.
In no time, the Fireflame Rabbits dispersed, leaving the Sakura Island players bruised and unconscious on the ground.
Though the players felt no pain, they still passed out.
"Tie them up!" Grey Wolf ordered.
The Fireflame Rabbits pulled out vines from the baskets on their backs.
Following the black dragon leader's instructions, they quickly and efficiently tied up the Sakura Island players using standard Turtle Shell Bondage techniques.
After completing their task, Grey Wolf gave another command:
"Retreat!"
The monsters, brimming with confidence, swaggered away, dragging the Sakura Island players like dead dogs as they triumphantly returned to the dragon's nest.
This scene played out not only here but also in other forests where bird demons were used as bait.
However, this area captured the most players.
...
Time passed unknowingly.
Yamamoto Nanjirou's consciousness began to stir.
He slowly opened his eyes.
What greeted him was darkness, with only faintly visible uneven rock walls. The ground was cold, and the sound of creatures moving surrounded him.
Moreover, the air was thick with a foul stench.
Yamamoto Nanjirou couldn't help but dry heave.
He couldn't fathom how something could smell so bad in this world.
It was like perfume distilled into pure scent—except this was distilled into pure stench.
"Yo, you're awake?"
Several kobolds' sinister faces appeared in Yamamoto Nanjirou's field of vision, forming a circle around him.
"Where... where is this? You..."
"This is the great, our master's lair!" Bolikri said in broken common language.
"Being captured by our great master is an honor for prey like you!"
"Bakayarou! Damn monsters!"
Yamamoto Nanjirou tried to move his limbs but found himself bound.
He was stripped naked, tied to a makeshift wooden rack, with a wooden bucket placed beneath him.
"Kehehehe..."
Bolikri let out a sinister laugh and turned to Jiao Tailang and Gua Tailang, who were preparing materials.
"Don't feed him yet."
"I'll go report to the master!"
Jiao Tailang and Gua Tailang, with cloth stuffed in their noses, glanced at Yamamoto Nanjirou and nodded.
Soon, Bolikri brought their black dragon master into the room.
Su Nian didn't bring Anna this time.
The stench was simply unbearable.
He didn't want Anna to be overwhelmed, so he left her at the entrance of the torture chamber.
This was Anna's final compromise.
Normally, she insisted on sticking to Su Nian at all times.
"Master, this human just woke up."
"The others haven't yet."
"The rabbits hit too hard; two are already dead. As for the rest, we dare not wake them."
Bolikri prostrated himself, his tail wagging furiously.
He had recently received the second drop of heart blood from the black dragon as a reward.
At this moment, he was ecstatic.
"Mm, well done."
Su Nian nodded his dragon head, walked up to Yamamoto Nanjirou, and examined him for a moment. His vision displayed Yamamoto Nanjirou's pitiful profile.
[Yamamoto Nanjirou - Level 7 (First Tier) - Trash]
[Identity: President of the Bullhead Society]
[Details omitted]
"Didn't expect you to be a guild leader among the players. Let's see if your mouth is as tough as your title, kehehehe..."
Su Nian let out a sinister laugh.
He turned to Jiao Tailang and instructed:
"Bring me the Spray Herb." """
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