In the early morning.
The sun juts out from the horizon in the East. The sunshine pushed from east to west like a tide, spreading over the vast farm which was divided into two parts by the meandering river.
Inside the simple square fence made of rotten wood piles, the twelve long rooms were neatly arranged like the heaven rob board.
There were ten small rooms on the two sides and two big ones in the middle.
On a wooden building, the bell began to sway left and right at the first second the sun rose, making a harsh sound.
After a while, hundreds of people came out of the long room one after another.
They were dressed in patch spruce of the same color and combed in the same size as if they were laborers from jail.
They lined up and walked towards the central bathroom and dining room tiredly.
"Please follow the discipline and line up in order."
There was a well-dressed man at each door, who was managing the order with a loud horn.
The walls of the canteen and the bathroom were painted with bright red words.
"Work hard and feel happy. Fight bravely for the third-class civilized pasture."
"If we keep doing this, we will die early. How can we be in a good mood?"
Ryan yawned and slapped himself hard on the face to sober himself up.
"Shh! I heard that the orc evaluation team is coming, so the pasture owner attached great importance to it. Don't be heard the despot. Be careful that he reports to the pasture owner and turns you into a beast.
Next to him, a skinny young man about the same age as Ryan, who was about fifteen years old, secretly made obeisance to Ryan and kindly reminded him.
His name was Connor, the same age as Ryan. He was also one of Ryan's few friends.
Hearing this, Ryan was stunned. "orc superior will come? Then my full level reward"
"Oh, of course, it's ruined. How could a pasture owner care about the birthday of us animals?"
Suddenly, Connor trembled all over and said nervously, "Alas! Stop talking. The despot is looking at you."
Ryan got goosebumps all over his body.
Ryan looked carefully at the middle-aged man with a big beard, dark skin, and a strong body in front of the door.
The man looked at him at the same time.
"Ryan, it's you again. You are walking too slowly. Hurry up!"
The despot put down the horn, came up, and whipped at the back of Ryan without demur, which made him wince in pain.
Fortunately, Ryan reacted in advance and grabbed the toiletries in his hand.
If Ryan fell to the ground and delayed the team, he couldn't escape five lashes today.
The whip was so intimidating that the whole team in room seven, where Ryan was, could not help but speed up their steps.
The despot was the most irritable one among the ten foremen.
If the despot was a little dissatisfied, he would whip and scold someone when he or she was slow at work.
Although Ryan was angry, he couldn't afford to offend the despot, so he had to endure it.
Ryan had traveled to this world for fifteen years. In the beginning, as a human being, he didn't obey the rules here and also wanted to resist.
But now, Ryan had been used to it.
Ryan washed his face and rinsed his mouth, put away the toiletries, and went to the canteen for dinner.
"The food is delicious today." Sitting next to Ryan, Connor looked at the food on his plate with his eyes shining.
The porridge was so thick that he couldn't put his chopsticks in it.
There were a big bun and two pickles.
As soon as Connor sat down, he couldn't help but gobble.
"How's the food?"
"There were porridge, buns, and pickles. It's awful."
Indeed, it was already a very good meal for the humans in this world, especially for the 'farmers'.
It was probably because the Orc leaders would come to inspect the condition of the pasture this month?
It's all because of the inspection. After two days, it was supposed to be that I will reach the full level. According to the rules, the pasture owner will give me two steamed buns.
Although I'm not interested in it at all.
Ah, I want to eat braised pork.
Ryan couldn't help but complain, "Why did I travel to this abnormal back-flood world?"
In the primitive era, all the races fought for hegemony only for the rare 11 godly tiles.
After a long war, the 11 races finally became the victors of the war and divided up 11 godly positions.
These 11 gods, together with their races, formed today's 12 races.
After the war, the twelve races signed a peace agreement and began to grow stronger on this land.
After 600 years of development, this world had successfully entered the modern legal system from savage rule.
While possessing the fighting spirit and magic, it also developed to the same level as the earth at the beginning of the 21st Century.
As for humans
They were not one of the twelve races.
Ryan's place was the third human pasture in the Carl plain with orc species.
Yes, it was a human pasture.
Humans were animals like pigs, cattle, and sheep in this world, not a race.
The cow could cultivate, but the cow could not plant.
A dog would guard the door, but it won't open it.
A horse could pull a car, but it couldn't speak.
As for humans, they all could do.
Humans didn't have any ADA or fighting spirit innately, and their maximum level was very low. When humans reached the full level, they could only reach level 15.
It was known that among the lowest rank of the dead spirit, the highest level of the dead spirit skeleton was 80.
Humans could speak, obey orders more accurately, and lived a longer life than cattle, horses, and sheep, with lower raising costs.
Humans were simply perfect creatures that provided the lowest level of labor.
It was a tool given to the 12 races by God.
The only drawback might be that it was not delicious?
But if it didn't taste good, it could be used as feed and nutrients.
Don't get me wrong. There is no bloody oppression in the pasture.
The 12 races were very proficient in management.
Animals could only be valuable if they were quiet.
Humans understood this, and the 12 races understood it more.
To make humans work steadily, the 12 races provided them with the most basic health, diet, and medical treatment.
He also provided some education for children to work hard, obey orders and be dutiful humans.
The 12 races won't kill you for no reason, and the punishment is only within the necessary limit.
You will be rewarded if you do a good job, such as improving the food or changing a pair of new shoes.
If someone was experienced and did well all the time, he or she might be promoted to a foreman by the pasture owner.
For example, the despot was just like that.
As long as you behave yourselves, you could keep your own life. If there was no obvious oppression, then people would obey.
Moreover, humans were born weak, so there was no room for them to fight back against the 12 races.
Level 11th of orc species, a child who just learned to walk, all had the combat power to fight against ten-strong adult humans, let alone a higher level race.
Humans could exist only because the 12 races wanted humans to exist and contribute to their labor force.
Under such an overwhelming gap, humans also recognized their status as livestock.
After dinner, Ryan returned the plate. Then he followed the team to get the tools next to the canteen.
The third pasture owner's business was rice of 2000 hectares.
Today was October 20th, the busy season of the rice harvest, and also the busiest time of the year in the third pasture.
All the rice must be harvested before November 10th.
During this period, everyone only had four hours to sleep.
Ryan hadn't slept well for several consecutive days, which made him feel that his legs were as heavy as lead.
It had been cold autumn in just an hour, and Ryan was sweating all over.
"Are you okay?" Connor asked with concern when he saw Ryan's pale face.
"Nothing!"
Taking a few deep breaths, Ryan gathered all his strength and continued to wave the sickle.
Although Connor sensed Ryan's abnormality, Connor could only temporarily put down his worries and focus on his work as he saw that Ryan worked so hard and there was the despot behind him who was the supervisor.
At this moment, Ryan's sight began to blur.
His belly was a little swollen. Although it didn't affect his movement, it was inconvenient.
"What's wrong with me? Why did I always feel tired recently? Was it just because I didn't sleep well?"
While holding the sickle in his hand, Ryan opened the board secretly.
The board was the ability of all the intelligent creatures in the world, and also the only magic that humans could use.
However, the human board was relatively low-level, and the data that could be checked was relatively small.
As soon as Ryan opened the board, the data in front of him made his heart skip a beat.
Species: humans.
Grade: lv14.
HP131/140
ADA: 0.
Fighting spirit: 0.
It looked normal but next to the red arrow-shaped HP bar, there were more orange words.
"Liver abnormalities."
What is it? Am I sick?
Ryan was stunned.
By the way, it seems that there are indeed a lot of people who have liver and saliva in our pasture recently, and they have been taken away as "beasts".
It can't be true?
Ryan didn't dare to say anything.
There was always something special about the liver. If others knew it, he would immediately be regarded as a beast!
And the only ending for a beast was death!
But in less than an hour, the pain in his belly became stronger and stronger.
The pain seemed to be stirred by a hand in his stomach.
Ryan was sweating and his vision was blurred.
No matter how Ryan insisted, his eyes darkened, and finally, he fainted to the ground.