The end of the world begins with failing an exam.

Chapter 449 Yellow King Thirteen

This is the lost memory of King Huang.

But Chen Jing found it hard to believe...

The former Huang Wang would be so embarrassed!
While entering the secret realm of memory, many fragmentary "information" appeared in Chen Jing's mind.

The place he is in is a pasture where cattle and sheep are raised, and this pasture is under the jurisdiction of a border town called [Norman Moore], which belongs to the [Mandala Empire]...

This country is rich in an ore called "Ling Fei".

Therefore, the vast majority of civilians live in the mining areas. Only some underage children, or those whose ancestors have contributed to the empire, can be placed on the grasslands of the western region...

King Huang is such an example.

His ancestors had followed the "King Mandala" on the battlefield, but after the establishment of the empire, they could not escape the end of the rabbit and the dog, and several generations of people continued to live on and returned to the starting point of civilians.

It was even worse in King Huang's generation.

Because of a new initiative implemented by the empire, his parents and grandfather were sent to the mining area to work as coolies. They died in the mine due to a landslide three years ago. As the only survivor in the family, Huang Wang not only did not receive Any compensation would be to allow the empire's social security officers to be sent to this grassland to graze cattle and sheep.

In this country, you are considered an adult when you turn 14.

Therefore, King Huang needs to spend time here until he is 14 years old. When he reaches adulthood, he will follow in the footsteps of his father's generation and be forcibly sent to the mining area as a coolie. He will not be able to work elsewhere until he reaches the age of [-]...

This is the Mandala Empire.

A country where everyone except the powerful is a tool.

In the words of King Mandala.

It is a grace to feed and clothe the people in the country, and it is also a grace to prevent the war from the outside world from spreading to the interior. Therefore... the people in the country owe a great debt of gratitude to the "Manda King".

This kindness has not ended for hundreds of years.

The Mandala King does not allow anyone to pay it back.

So in folk terms... King Mandala's kindness grows rapidly and will never be exhausted from generation to generation.

It’s the first day of work in this grassland.

Huang Wang felt that these grazing cattle and sheep were very strange. Of course, this is also related to the fact that he has never eaten meat... These cattle and sheep that can be seen everywhere on the grassland are almost the same in appearance. of humans, the only thing that can tell them apart is the horns.

Sheep's horns are spiral-shaped.

The horns of the cow are just ordinary.

They were silent when being herded, and they were eerily quiet when being slaughtered. They had no other reaction except shedding a few pitiful tears, and they would not even resist or run away.

King Huang felt that they looked very much like him and every civilian in the Mantha Empire.

"It's so exciting..."

After the severe pain, Chen Jing felt as if he had been stripped away by something, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic... When he woke up again, he only found himself suspended in the air, while Huang Wang had become a three-dimensional characters.

In other words.

He found himself switching from the first perspective to the third perspective.

It was only then that he saw the whole picture of King Huang.

Black hair, thin.

He was wearing a tattered robe, and in his hand was a long staff for driving cattle and sheep.

Maybe he was only ten years old.

Those soft brows and eyes make it hard to imagine that this is the future King Huang.

"The face of Arjen..."

Chen Jing stared at the boy squatting on the ground covering his face, and felt that that face was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

suddenly.

As soon as the screen turned, it was night.

Chen Jing also suddenly arrived from the grassland to the tent where Xiao Huang Wang lived.

"Thirteen, can you still see clearly with one eye?"

"reluctantly."

"I'm going to get you a clean robe. Let me wash the blood-stained one on you!"

"I can just go by myself..." In the tent, beside Little Huang Wang, squatted a girl who also had a face from Yajing. She was about the same age as him. She was the one who treated Huang Wang's wounds.

As for the "Thirteen" she calls, this is the name of King Huang.

Maybe it’s not even a name.

It's just a code name given by the empire.

The Empire gave him this name on his first day of work.

Mu Thirteen.

The No. 13 shepherd in the No. [-] Work Area of ​​the Western Grassland.

As for King Huang’s original name, no one here has ever called him, and even he himself has almost forgotten it...

"Thirteen! Go left! Be careful and hit the door!"

"……it is good."

"Thirteen, you can walk a little slower! There are stones pressing down on the tent... so dangerous!"

"I'm not that stupid!"

Among the fragmented information in his mind, Chen Jing found many memory fragments about this girl. She was also one of the child laborers who was expelled to herd cattle and sheep on the grassland border, and she was also the first friend Huang Wang made here.

Because of some conflicts within the child laborers, Huang Wang helped her fight more than once. Although he was pinned to the ground and beaten half to death every time, if the security guards had not arrived in time, he would have been cold a dozen times... …

"Thirteen! Let me go with you tomorrow! What if you can't see the road with one eye..."

"it does not matter."

Huang Wang, who had changed his clothes, sat next to the floor and looked at the little face in front of him by the dim light. It was so dirty that it seemed that he could never clean it off. He didn't know if he was often bullied. His face was so dirty. There is always a hint of flattery and cowardice in his smile.

"I will recover soon..." Huang Wang covered the gauze stained with golden blood and murmured, "Maybe I can recover early tomorrow morning..."

"Tomorrow... it should take a week before the pain goes away!" The girl said timidly, "How about I blow it on for you? It will make you feel much better!"

"It's not about whether it hurts or not, it's... forget it."

Huang Wang shook his head, then suddenly turned to look at the girl.

"If I want to escape from this grassland, will you come with me?"

The girl was dumbfounded as if she had no idea. She just nodded when Huang Wang said this.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Huang Wang asked.

"I don't know..." the girl scratched her head, "but I know you won't hurt me..."

King Huang was silent, not knowing what to say.

"The guards blocking the grassland are very powerful. They are all awakened gods... Will we be caught if we escape?" The girl asked curiously, not as if she was afraid, but as if she was interested in Huang Wang has inexplicable confidence.

"will not."

Huang Wang raised his hand. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, his white and slender fingers looked particularly pink, not like a worker at all.

And I don't know why it's the light.

Or the girl saw it wrong in a trance.

I saw a little bit of golden light beating in his palm, like sparks bursting out of firewood.

"I seemed to have awakened when they sent me back..."

"Are you awake?!"

"Keep your voice down! Yes! Awakening!"

Huang Wang hurriedly reached out and covered the girl's mouth, fearing that she would scream again. As he spoke, he seemed to feel that his experience was unbelievable. There was an incredible expression on Huang Wang's slightly immature face.

"When I was injured, my consciousness became a little blurry. I seemed to feel something calling me, and I responded to its call..."

"Who is calling you?" the girl asked curiously.

Hearing this, Huang Wang shook his head and said he didn't know, because he couldn't see the person who called him, and only knew the name of the person calling him.

"It says it's called Deep Space."

(End of this chapter)