Chapter 112: Killing Demons and Devils, but even more so, killing “people”.

The Martial World is the third simulation of the Xu system.

The people here.

Mortals here.

It’s the most miserable of the three analog worlds to live in.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, mortals and Immortal Cultivators are separated from each other, ruled by normal mortal dynasties, and only occasionally do Immortal Cultivators come and pick off children with spiritual roots.

And from time to time, there are good-hearted cultivators who are compassionate and save people, sheltering one side of the people.

In the wizarding world, steam and magic run through civilization as a whole, mages have their uses, mortals have their necessities, and the two are like tightly bitten gears, moving forward together.

And the martial arts world is in bad shape.

Ordinary people here don’t even have the right to decide whether they live or die.

The Xu system had asked the townspeople of Green Ox Town or traveled to other towns and talked to other people to learn about their past.

It’s unexpected.

The vast majority had lived in the thirteen states of Da Qian.

It was only because of their humble status or because they had offended the dignitaries that they were exiled to the junction of the 100,000 mountains.

The younger generation like Zhang Tieh Niu, who was born located at the border, was even more completely unaware of life inside Da Qian.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains are dangerous and the demons are bloodthirsty and brutal.

A constant tide of demons will mercilessly destroy all the people on the border until they are all eaten up, and a new batch of “sinners” will be transported by the Great Qian.

Starting a new, never-ending cycle.

“Big Brother Xu, what do people in the city eat, is it also demon meat?”

“Ox, why are you asking this all of a sudden.”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, my mother says there’s so much good food in the city that white rice tastes better than what we’re eating.”

“…… Compared to what we eat, it’s really quite a bit better, and the rice is fine.”

“Wow~~~ that’s so good, I want to eat sweet, big white rice too.”

The sky was overcast and the wind was cold.

The trees swayed in the wind, the earth was frozen hard, and even a stout man would have been frozen in such an environment.

The foolish and thick-skinned Ox, wrapped tightly in his slightly tattered robes.

The tone was full of longing.

When he heard Xu Department’s description of white rice, he couldn’t help but gulp even more, he had never eaten it before, but his brain automatically fantasized the most wonderful taste, making his tongue raw.

“Brother Xu.”

The tanned man asked once more.

“Are all the lords of the city really descended from the stars of literature and martial arts in the sky?”

“My mother said that the lords were born to enjoy the blessings, eating ten large cakes at a meal and changing their robes five times a day, and that they were different from us, the muddy-legged men.”

Ox rubbed his hands together and hauled on a mouthful of hot air.

The back of the hand is slightly purple.

That was a slight side effect on the body caused by long-term consumption of demon meat, harmless but extraordinarily ugly.

While martial artists can use their qi and blood to dissolve it, mortals can only leave marks for the rest of their lives.

“No, Ox, they’re not.”

After a few moments of silence, the Xu system reached out his palm and patted the naive hanyou’s shoulder in front of him, helping him pat away the snowflakes on it.

“There is no difference between the people of the thirteen states of the Great Qian Dynasty, the people of the Imperial Capital, and the people who live in Qingniu Town.”

“The same will hunger, the same will thirst, the same will bleed and die.”

“They are not nobler than you, and you are not lower than them.”

This, this? ……

The hanyou seemed to understand, and then he didn’t, his face flashing with bewilderment, unable to understand the Xu system’s words very well.

He understood it with his own logic.

The lords can eat big white rice.

Brother Xu said, “We are the same as the lord.

Also known as ……

“I’ll be able to eat big white rice in the future!?” , Ah Niu let out a joyful giggle and laughed for a long time until a good while had passed before handing Xu System a basket as if in a dream.

“Big Brother Xu, these are the vegetable meatballs my mother made for you, they’re hot!”

Basket woven from bamboo strips is strong and durable with a clear texture.

The surface is covered with a rag that gently deflects outside snowflakes from landing on the dark green vegetable clusters.

The Xu system didn’t refuse, catching the basket obediently:

“I’ll take the things, go back and thank Auntie Zhang for me, Ah Niu.”

“Okay!”

Ah Niu scratched his head and turned to leave with inexplicable excitement, while Department Xu stood still, looking at the figure gradually disappearing into the distant wind and snow.

Poking his right hand into the basket, he casually grabbed a vegetable ball and popped it into his mouth.

The flavor is bitter and astringent.

Neither crisp nor savory.

Xu System, who had lived in Qingniu Town for seven years, certainly knew why, because the raw material for the vegetable dumplings was wind tufted grass, a plant with a rough and sour taste.

It’s shitty, it’s revolting, it’s bad.

But it’s the best the people of Greenbrier, in general, can get.

This was the only way they could express their gratitude to the Xu system for always distributing demonic meat to them, allowing them to survive.

“What a fucked up world ……”

Xu System raised his head, looked at the cold sky, and slowly closed his eyes again.

The weather is cold, but the chest is hot.

It wasn’t just a surge of qi and blood, but also an indescribable emotion, not knowing whether it was sympathy, or anger.

…

[Time always flies]

In the blink of an eye, Wu Yingxue has left for a long time, and the cold winter has once again descended on Qingniu Town.

[The Demon Tide has arrived as expected, and as you would expect, this year’s Demon Tide is even more raging and has become even more terrifying than previous years]

[Demons comparable to easy marrow and blood exchange appear frequently, bringing heavy casualties to Qingniu Town]

[Green Cow Town still exists]

[But in the seemingly endless tide of demons, some familiar faces have passed away forever, from the old man who once chanted about finding you a wife to your wife, to the young child who once received your instruction in martial arts.]

[Demons kill regardless of gender, anyone can be attacked by them.]

“Death is inevitable.

[Casualties are normal]

[You have initially fought off the first demonic wave of winter, and the survivors, as in previous years, in no less sparse voices, express their gratitude to you for protecting them]

“The people of this town are grateful.

In the first year, he had just come to Qingniu Town, after knowing the existence of the thirteen states of Da Qian.

System Xu had made a plan to enter the interior of the Great Qian to see a more exciting world like in traditional Xuanfang and martial arts novels.

In the back, the Hsu system gave up.

For one thing, the gateway to the belly of Daqian is guarded by a large army, and it is difficult for Xu System, who is a black family, to pass through.

Secondly, System Xu had discovered that the life-and-death practical battles in the Great Mountains of 100,000 had brought about an enhancement to the qi and blood martial paths that was in no way inferior to the so-called resources within the Great Qian.

Since then, System Xu had settled down in Qingniu Town and persisted in sharpening his ego.

Just.

The Xu system never knew what it was supposed to do.

In the first simulation, his sister’s heavenly doom came suddenly, and he had little free time to keep searching for a way to rescue her.

In the second simulation, Xu possesses the wisdom of a mortal, and spends his life breaking through the mysteries of magic and showing the witch the beauty of the earthly world.

Well, what about this life?

It’s time to keep practicing hard, relying on sticking to the word, and repairing to a full level of Ten Mile Slope Sword God.

Or, like in hot-blooded webcomics, become a solo battle stream protagonist who rules the ages.

In the snowy present.

In the dying town of Green Cow.

Facing the poor people who thanked him, Xu couldn’t help but recall, glimpsed from afar a few years ago, the Great Qian army that was so intent on killing, but was only willing to hold down the pass.

At this point, the Xu system finally understood what he was trying to do with this simulation.

He’s going to kill.

Kill demons, kill devils, and kill “people”.