The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 809 Ch.808 Jim's Feet
"If I didn't have that troubled past, I could find a magician and sell the boots for a good price - without having to worry about whether it would expose me as a survivor."

Jim Walker said hatefully.

"But I want to thank it for saving my life..."

Roland looked down at his boots, which were a little wilted.

Due to being constantly fiddled with and unable to break free, the hollow gold flowers on it became much dimmer.

"I think you should be more grateful to your mother and the female workers who gave you the right to use this rare item."

"I don't think so."

Jim seemed to know that Roland would say this, and he didn't care at all about the contemptuous look that Halida gave him, which said, "You have no conscience."

None of them know.

I don’t know what I’ve been through.

"This thing couldn't save many people, sir. When my mother learned of its capabilities, do you know what she did?"

Katherine Goulding.

This lady, who sacrificed herself and calmly faced pain time and time again, won a lot of preferential treatment for other weavers.

——At least it is a preferential treatment for the sufferers in hell.

She acts like a doctor, a healer, a warrior, a leader.

It's also like the first name everyone would think of if anything goes wrong: a striking flag.

Her soul is brilliant and dazzling, and mortals are not really blind as stated in the Book of Eden.

She deserves respect from everyone.

Not to mention, two months later, she actually dared to confront the bear-like person in charge and asked him to provide them with a better 'lunch' - even if it was poisoned, they had to eat better, right?
“‘If you don’t compromise, I’ll starve to death first’ – that’s what my mother said.”

Jim Walker chuckled as he recalled the past.

"She's very courageous."

This story is indeed interesting, and even Shandel began to ask: "So, do you agree?"

Jim nodded: "...Agreed."

although.

She still got beaten.

This time, he completely lost his left hand.

Her metacarpal bones were shattered by a hammer.

"Flower language: friendship, hope, rebirth - and the highest degree of respect. Lily, 'Iron' lily. Sir, Miss."

"That's her."

"The 'Iron Lily' you're looking for."

Until here.

Roland still didn't hear the reason.

Reasons for Jim Walker to be hated.

"… to use it you have to lose a foot. Then, another one. Then a hand, and another hand. Sir, you can think about why I lost this foot."

When Catherine Goulding and a few female workers discovered the secret.

An escape plan called hope began almost at the same time and on the same night.

They pieced together their scattered memories into a complete map: a map of the entire factory.

then.

Find the way out of hell from within.

Goulding had a plan.

flame.

Because she found that as time went on, not only did the female workers begin to fall into uncontrollable madness and cravings, the frequency of those escorting the drugs also became higher and higher - one day, she even heard a female worker who had just 'finished work' say that most of the guards had been transferred to the east side of the factory.

They no longer guarded them.

But guarding that medicinal garden.

"It seems that being able to successfully feed the poison is more important than keeping an eye on us..."

Goulding's plan was simple enough.

The kind of plan Roland was most familiar with.

'We'll use these boots to get through the wall while the guards are changing shifts. We'll light the herb garden with flames and then open the door from the outside.'

Save the precious poison.

Or arrest these female workers who are running away like crazy.

'I can't guarantee the survival of everyone, or even most people. There is only one chance, and it's our only chance.'

Goulding knew that.

As time goes by, these girls will become more and more tired and weak. To the point where they will slump beside the machine all day long, craving for "lunch", to the point where they will even scratch their faces until they are bloody.

It would be impossible to live anymore.

'This is the only chance.'

she says.

Then...

Who will sacrifice?

The female workers looked at each other.

One thing was clear: if you put on these gorgeous golden boots, you would lose a foot. At the same time, you would be responsible for being burned - if you were caught by the guards, your fate would be worse than death.

When the time comes to escape, who will help a lame person?

Who will sacrifice?
Obvious.

Mr. Jim Walker had a wooden foot.

A child will not watch his mother go into hell, and a mother will not abandon her child.

It would be most reasonable and reassuring for everyone if he wore it.

not to mention.

Jim Walker didn't know what 'price' was.

"…My good mother gave me the oil sac and matches she had saved," the man said with a cold look in his eyes. "She asked me to promise to do what I promised, but she never mentioned the price of using the Golden Boots—"

Not only that.

Before putting the golden boots on Jim Walker, she gave the golden boots an order in public:
Go to the herb garden east of the factory.

And forced Jim Walker, forced the wearer of the Golden Boot to repeat it.

Countless times.

Until the Golden Boot started, he disappeared completely.

“…fifteen times.”

"what?"

"She made me repeat it fifteen times."

Jim Walker laughed.

"What a good mother, isn't she? You know, anyone could wear the golden boots - why did it have to be me? Why couldn't the working women who surrounded her and supported her the most make the sacrifice? Why did it have to be me? Why?!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and veins bulged on the sides of his neck.

"Since the man wearing the boots will repeat the order in public - with such a heavy guarantee, why must I be the one to be sacrificed? Sir, can you give me an answer?"

Roland asked back: "But you still survived."

“…That’s because they don’t understand this amazing and terrifying creation well enough.”

Jim Walker sneered: "When I put it on, a voice started talking in my head. It asked - where are you going?"

"You know what? I was terribly scared. I almost subconsciously recalled the scenes after arriving in London, the streets I had walked through with my mother - and the most memorable thing was..."

"Flower Street." said Shandel.

"You are right, miss. It is indeed the Red Street. I was particularly curious about this low-class and high-class place. Because of this, my mother scolded me severely... I still remember it clearly."

then.

Ten years ago.

The boy who subconsciously used the Golden Boot paid the price with one foot.

A person fell alone in the heavy snow on Huajie.

The story stops here.

Jim Walker took a deep breath.

"I hate her. I hate that they took advantage of my ignorance and concealed it. You know what? If I hadn't eavesdropped, I wouldn't even know what the 'price' was. Even though I asked her seriously that night."

"I asked, 'What is it going to cost me to wear these boots, Mom?'"

"Do you know what her answer was?"

"'It won't cost anything, we'll get out of here... You'll do what I say, right, Lloyd?' - She's hiding what it's going to cost me! What will happen if I lose my foot in that mess?!"

Jim Walker lost a foot.

He already knew what his mother was hiding.

But he was still willing to listen to her and put on the golden boots.

only.

He wouldn't start it a second time.

(End of this chapter)