Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

The light was dim, mixed with heavy sighs.

The atmosphere froze into a ball, and leaden clouds like fire filled the sky. In the silence, my father pushed the door open and came back. The sound of the door closing was like a groan.

“They still don’t agree.”

After several months of drought, the ground was covered with cracks, the riverbed reflected the golden and scorching sunlight, and even the weeds were withered and dead.

The farm invited a priest of the Earth Mother, but without water, even the power of the spirit was of no use.

Fears of famine caused by a failed harvest are growing and are gradually becoming a reality.

As people were in panic, the farmer's daughter, whose eyes and hair turned pitch black overnight, became the best place to express their anxiety about the disaster.

Son of the devil!

A land with little education; this is the name given to people with black hair and black eyes, just like the crow is given an ominous name simply because of its black feathers and carrion-eating habits.

The girl therefore became the target of condemnation.

"Clara is just sick..." The anxious mother covered her face and cried, and there was nothing she could do about it. "Can't we just send her away?"

My father lit the tobacco in a dull manner. The flickering red light made his gloomy face look somewhat scary.

The silence seemed like an impending judgment.

Clara sat quietly on the chair. She had always been indifferent since she was a child. Even before she had the dark color, she was called a "freak".

The brothers and sisters all stayed away from each other, as if they were afraid of being implicated. The girl who had done nothing had become the source of the disaster.

Without food, people will starve to death, death breeds fear, and fear turns to madness.

The peasants began to discuss sacrificing the devil's child and using her head and blood to exchange for the gods' forgiveness.

But no one knows which god it is.

"They are going to riot." Putting down his pipe, the father walked silently to the corner and picked up the sharpened axe. The mother stood up in horror.

"Honey, what do you want to do?"

"There's no other way." The man walked towards Clara with the axe in hand. "Look, we have four children. It's better to exchange one for three than to have nothing."

This is a simple math problem that the shrewd father can easily solve.

But looking at the indifferent look in the girl's eyes still made him tremble. The child was neither crying nor afraid. She just stared at him quietly.

As if death is such a natural thing.

The mother stood by, watching the axe being raised and the children huddled together. She opened her mouth but could not say anything and could only tremble continuously.

The deal was already very clear; a less likable child wasn't a big loss.

"Bang!" Suddenly something hit the wall outside the house, interrupting the impending parricide.

Fire started, noisy sounds came from outside, the wooden door was suddenly kicked open, and a group of people with distorted expressions rushed into the house.

"What are you doing!"

The father turned around and shouted in a distorted voice, "I have agreed to the sacrifice!"

"It's no use." The farmer shouted angrily, "It's all because of you! God has punished you. You and your family are all demons. Kill you! Only the gods will forgive you!"

Puff—the sharp pitchfork pierced my father's chest unexpectedly.

As mentioned before, this farce has turned into a terrible riot!

The screams of the children became the accompaniment of the violence; the pitchforks, sickles, axes, tools used for harvesting became props for reaping lives.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" The sound of steel penetrating flesh continued to ring out.

The trembling mother had just screamed when her neck was stabbed. The oily flames burned through the outer wall, causing crazy figures to distort in the field of vision.

Red was reflected in Clara's black eyes.

The red of blood, the red of fire, she caught a glimpse of the axe that had fallen from the dead man's hand and reached out to pick it up.

People slowly walked towards the devil's son, the source of this disaster!

"Die! Devil!" A farmer with a pitchfork rushed over.

But a rising blade split his vision, and Clara, who had somehow come to him, pulled out the axe, slowly raised her head, and her arms were burning with black flames in the color of fear.

The girl has never liked talking since she was young, perhaps because she noticed too much bias in voices, or perhaps because she was born with a color that she finds difficult to blend in with.

The girl's reserved sensitivity and intelligence made her realize at a young age how fragile the so-called emotions between people are.

She had seen people push the living to a dead end for money that was not important to them, people stripping others of their dignity for a little so-called vanity, and some people unscrupulously staging tragedies just to vent their fears.

Forgiveness, kindness, and virtue are just lies used to teach people in stories. Ignorance, selfishness, and cruelty are the underlying colors of reality.

We live only because we are still useful.

Whether intentional or unintentional, due to innate indifference or acquired catalysis, the black seed that was sown has already sprouted.

'This twisted world is so dark that it makes me want to light a fire. Even if it burns into complete darkness, I can still feel a little comfort.'

So...it doesn't matter.

The chopped flesh and bones emitted a burning stench, and black smoke and flames rose from the house behind her. Clara walked along the blood-soaked road towards the fleeing figures.

The crows have gathered on the branches, waiting for a sumptuous feast, as if the hell in the legend has emerged.

"Devil——!!!" A shrill voice resounded through the sky, and the murderers shouted like this to the girl who walked out of the blood and fire.

Screaming and calling her a...devil.

"Huh!" Clara suddenly sat up from the bed and let out a long sigh.

As the sky brightened, Gonia lay on the other bed, mumbling softly in her sleep, "...stupid...mortals... huhu~"

Wiping the sweat off her face, the girl heaved a sigh of relief and slowly lay down. She hadn’t had this dream, or rather - memory, for a long time.

I keep returning to that night, feeling the hesitation and coldness once again, and the vivid and real killing that feels like losing my heart.

Looking back at myself back then, I actually feel a little strange.

It had only been a short time since she went into exile, and she had been living like that... until she met that fool who picked her up.

He was just a lamb to be slaughtered, and the well-fed girl would generously send him on his way.

But amidst all the misunderstandings, this guy's actions and performance continued to shock her heart, and her dark thoughts were repeatedly rejected by his absurd and ridiculous behavior.

The black girl encountered the white existence for the first time. She was so unique and out of place among the crowd of millions.

Tell her, maybe... there really are some unreasonable fools in this world?

If everything were burned, he would also lose his place to live.

The girl with black flames gradually extinguished the fire in her hands. It was really ridiculous that she was tamed from a lone wolf that destroyed the world into a dog. Clara covered her eyes with the quilt.

But the feeling of protection is so sweet that the smile gradually melts the cold expression.

There were footsteps outside the door, and I could tell it was a familiar frequency. My husband had gotten up.

You were so tired yesterday, why did you get up so early? Obviously, with her special ability, it is not so hard to prepare the ingredients.

In fact, Fan Wei was awakened by excitement in his dream.

He dreamed that he had drawn gold! He woke up with joy and couldn't wait to settle the rewards for the special holiday event!

After midnight, the Legend Festival event ended and the system had already given its evaluation.

[Evaluation: 95 points, hey, you are really a talented person! ]

Thank you for the compliment... Fan Wei has become accustomed to complaints about the system and silently chose to settle the account.

"Congratulations on reaching the excellent level. You have been awarded 12 draw opportunities and 4000 honor points! Limited skill draws, facility blueprint draws, and souvenir draws are now available!"

The rewards for special holiday events are extremely generous, and looking at the three open prize pools, Fan Wei's saliva is already flowing.

Limited skill extraction means selecting specific "customers" to enter the skill pool and extracting skills from them. This limited number of people can be controlled.

The minimum base number is fifty people. Using one drawing opportunity can reduce the number by ten people. Using it twice can further reduce the number by ten people, and so on.

Facility blueprints and souvenirs are provided by the system, you can just draw them.

Fan Wei looked at the reward and began to think about the risks and benefits. Limited skills! This is a very rare opportunity. I don't know if I can come across it next time.

So, he decided to take a gamble!