Chapter 2, The Domesticated Humans

In a bid for self-preservation, he instinctively closed his toothless gums, pressing down on the massive presence, allowing the milk to flow in more slowly. Only then was he able to swallow some of it down with difficulty

It is tragic! So tragic! Even if I have to start from scratch, grant me the time to begin anew. Tang San silently lamented within his heart.

The moment the warm milk rushed into his throat, Tang San's eyes widened instantly, not out of emotion, but because he nearly choked to death

Mother pig will come to feed three times a day

However, no matter how calm he may be, what can a child under a full moon do? ... It can only be ... to adapt to circumstances.

Then he was placed in a soft haystack, well, he thought it could be called a haystack or perhaps a nest would suffice

Wah, wah, wah! From time to time, cries can be heard

Breathe in deeply through the nose, allowing this frail body to strive for adjustment. After much effort, I finally manage to catch my breath.

This feeling is particularly reminiscent of that of a domesticated animal.

Days pass in this manner

Seeing that suddenly changing gaze, Tang San's mother was momentarily taken aback, and her movements also paused for an instant

This world is referred to as the Fairy Continent because it is primarily ruled by two races, the Monster Race and the Spirit Race, collectively known as Fairies

Faintly, the sound of the wind howling can be heard. It seems that the outside world is devoid of any other sounds.

Nutrition! This rare nutrition! Can this be considered the dawn of hope? Whether it is human milk or pig milk, having something to eat is already very satisfying

However, his satisfaction did not last long, as that enormous shadow departed. Although he felt somewhat full, he could not help but want to eat a little more. After all, this was the first hearty meal he had since arriving in this world

At first, Tang San struggled to adapt due to an excess of milk, but he quickly made adjustments. Whenever the pig mother nursed, he made an effort to drink more, understanding that a nutritious body is essential for good health. As his health improved and he matured, he realized that he would have the potential to cultivate. Only by cultivating could he become strong and take control of his own destiny

Once he calmed down, his first preliminary judgment was that this werewolf was likely not taking itself away as food

Thus, when he reached one hundred days in this world, he was already noticeably plumper and fairer than the other little companions around him

Tang San made an effort to calm himself down. Deep within his heart, he was praying.

Once again, it is a child resembling a little monkey. Puffing and panting, a vague voice emerged

He once contemplated the difficulties of reincarnation, yet he never expected it to be this arduous.

Finally, the werewolf seemed to have stopped, and Tang San vaguely heard him say a few words. However, due to the barrier of the quilt and his limited understanding of the language of this world, he could not hear clearly. Then he felt himself being taken over.

As for other information, there is currently none. After all, one's own mother has very little communication with other humans

Tang San's mother trembled slightly, tears streaming down her face. The werewolf, however, paid her no mind, stepping forward. With a single sweep of his large hand, which bore the claws of a wolf, he scooped up the swaddled Tang San into his grasp

Then Tang San saw a large face approaching in front of him, and this... is this a pig's head

The moment the quilt was lifted, Tang San instinctively curled his body. However, the cold wind he expected did not come. Instead, a warm sensation enveloped him. Yet, it was also accompanied by some unpleasant odors

This does not exclude the possibility that humans may become food in this world. It is normal for the lowest class of slaves to be treated as food.

Tang San's mother suddenly noticed that the small face turned towards her; the infant, who had just undergone a significant transformation, did not cry. Those originally lifeless eyes suddenly became bright.

Here, it seems that there is more than one mother pig, and there are many children. After one hundred days, under the efforts of eating and drinking heartily, Tang San has already learned to turn over. Naturally, he can see more things. From the conversations between the mother pigs, he has also gained a better understanding of language and has come to know a bit more about this world.

Tang San immediately realized that he did not seem to be the only child here

"Get lost!" The werewolf, impatient, shoved her down onto the straw pile, and then with one hand, he grabbed Tang San's small body and walked out.

Are they slaves raised uniformly

As he anticipated, humanity is, in this world, a slave. They are the objects of enslavement. Moreover, even among slaves, they are of the lowest kind. This is because the human body is too frail and seems to serve little purpose

Beside him, the cries became a bit more resonant.

Everything before me turned into darkness, and the cold wind outside was temporarily blocked. Aside from some difficulty in breathing, I would not die immediately.

If one were to say that one's biological mother's milk is a gentle stream, then what lies before me is nothing short of the mighty Yangtze River

Do not die, mother of this world, please do not die. As long as I can survive, I will definitely come to find you, and I will make sure you live well. Wait for my return

It has been a month, and he has not seen his father, which suggests that the situation is unlikely to be very good

The Fairy Continent is vast, so vast that even the pig mothers cannot describe it. The place where they are located is a small town in the northeastern part of the Fairy Continent, under the jurisdiction of a wolf demon noble.

The source of this judgment is quite simple. One reason is that the two taels of flesh on oneself are certainly not worth eating compared to one's own mother in this world. Furthermore, the werewolf was ultimately covered with a quilt, which serves to prevent him from freezing to death. If it were merely about food, who would care whether they are dead or alive? Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that they might want to eat something alive.

"Child, my child!" The woman suddenly began to wail loudly, but at that moment, she did not attempt to snatch her child back; instead, she covered Tang San with the only tattered cotton quilt in the room

Having eaten to satisfaction, his spirits naturally improved slightly. This also allowed him to observe everything around him

In that moment, Tang San felt as if his heart had been tightly grasped, and for the first time since arriving in this world, he experienced the sensation of heartache

This is a house, with thatch covering the ground. The weak individual can only turn their head to take a glance, unable even to roll over. Thus, they can only glimpse a small part of the whole.

Then, without caring for anything else, I began to drink earnestly

Tang San silently comforted himself in his heart, thinking that at least he was not food, and that was already quite good. After finishing this meal, he finally felt that he had a chance to survive

Yet this is the first time since his birth that he has felt warmth in all dimensions. He opens his eyes and looks carefully.

Yes, a very large pig's head, at least in his perception. This pig's head leaned in to take a look at him. Then it embraced him and walked him inside

"Hurry up!" the werewolf growled impatiently.

Then, a shadow descended, something pinched his mouth, causing it to open, and a large, soft object with a sweet and fishy taste was stuffed into his mouth

This world is called the Fairy Continent. This is Tang San's assessment of this world after he had barely learned some languages

There were three or four children beside him, all looking about the same age as him. Their physiques were also similar, appearing quite frail. They were all lying on a kind of soft straw. The temperature in this room was still quite warm, at least not cold. The pig mother that had just fed him seemed to have fed the others at the same time.

It is very cold outside, and the biting cold wind blows fiercely. The werewolf, whether out of kindness or fear that Tang San might die just like that, ultimately covered his body with that tattered quilt

No matter what kind of world this is, the most important thing is to strive to survive first