GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

1176 Paradise.

These mana entities are weak but some scratches to their skin are not nearly enough to threaten them. So the guide helped the hatchlings to kill the mana entities. The hatchlings then went to work preparing their meals.

They don't have any cooking skills but they still tried. Their food was tasteless and bad. So they soon lost interest in eating. They just went ahead with killing the livestock without eating it. Then they started a food fight. They were throwing the flesh, blood, and entrails of their butchered livestock at each other. The stand became messy with blood and different body types.contemporary romance

Legion-5 complained to himself. "Now this is getting out of hand. This is just wastage."

He hates wastage. He can take pleasure in violence but only if it serves a purpose. Violence for violence's sake sounds like a waste of time he can be using to get stronger. As someone who can get stronger through devouring, the sight of all this food being wasted pained him.

He doesn't have the efficiency and power of Ragnarok's divine ability but he also doesn't have a limit on growth. The wasted food is wasted power to him. So he didn't join in the food fight. He ate his food calmly.

He was protected from the Carnage by the solidified divine sense of the guide. It formed a cocoon around him and the other hatchlings that just wanted to eat so they weren't disturbed.

He has seen a lot of things and done a lot of things but he is still surprised. He is not surprised at the disregard for life but at the indulgence of the whims of the hatchlings. He expected better of such a prestigious race.

He can't believe that such a powerful race raised their young this way. They ought to have collapsed if supreme beasts grew up to indulge themselves without learning about consequences.

He thought to himself, "Children have no concept of right and wrong. But this going too far. They should be taught about the consequences of their actions. They will surely grow up into mad sociopaths this way. Something is wrong here. This method of raising the young doesn't seem sustainable."

"Or could this be the test?" He asked himself, "Are they trying to separate the calm and composed ones from the stupid ones that have no restraint?"

He can't figure out what the purpose of this exercise is so he just busied himself with ordering more and more food. He needs to so as to blend in. It would be odd behavior if he didn't take advantage of the privilege.

But he also wanted to taste the different races that he had access to. Their gruesome deaths and the flying body parts and blood didn't reduce his appetite.lights

Ragnarok butchered a park of a million Warrogs that he watched grow up without batting an eye and he is currently the major reason why numerous Vampires and Wood elves are dying in the billions. Those things didn't affect them and this won't either.

The Hatchlings spent about 4 hours enjoying themselves. Then the guide finally moved to stop them. All of them were carried off to be washed. Then they were returned to the hatchery but they weren't placed in the vault they used to live in. They were placed in small rooms where they were to sleep.

"It isn't much but it will do," Legion-5 said after checking his room.

It is a single room that is about 3 meters by 3 meters. It is many times bigger than the previous 30 centimeters by 60 centimeters incubator he used to live in. It is still a small room but he is only about 50 centimeters tall so it seems large to him. And it is definitely more spacious than the cells of the livestock so his situation could be worse.

He slept off immediately because of his full stomach. It was something that couldn't be helped. His body is too weak for it to digest the powerful flesh he ate.

He woke up energetic and refreshed. Then he was brought to the Colosseum to eat again. He had his choice of what he wanted to eat but it had to be a mana entity being. And he wasn't allowed to return until his guide was certain that he had engorged himself to the brim. Then he was washed and returned to his room.

The same thing happened the next time he woke up. He was brought to the arena where a bloody fight was held for his entertainment and plates of food were brought to him. Their Supreme beast guide encouraged them to eat as much as possible. He could eat as much as he could get but he soon reached his limits.

Soon it became too much for the hatchlings. Eating is nice and all but it became repetitive and boring. They even lost interest in killing for fun. They complained about it but their guides refused this time around.

Their guides finally drew the line and they refused to budge on it. The hatchlings weren't allowed to leave until their stomach was practically bulging. But they had to sleep because of it.

Sleep robbed them of time or energy to do anything after eating. But they didn't get any rest after sleeping. Their body was forced to engorge itself again as soon as it was done with the previous meal. So it wasn't surprising that the fickle hatchlings were complaining.

"I don't know what they are complaining about," Legion-5 thought to himself. "All we have to do is eat and sleep. That isn't so bad. Not unless they are fattening us up to kill us. Then that's very bad."

Their lives are restricted but it doesn't seem bad. All the hatchlings that have matured had to live a life of debauchery. They were fed to bursting with the flesh of mana entities. Then they slept. Only to awake to more food. It feels like paradise to Legion-5. As long as this all-you-can buffet is not a prelude to their demise, then he is fine with it.

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