GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

1174 A Fancy Restaurant.

The hatchlings barely heard what the guide said. It is because they were not listening. Most of them were focused on the ongoing fight at the arena in the Colosseum. Some were confused by the sight but others were visibly excited. Their eyes were gleaming with excitement as they watched.

People were fighting and dying before their young eyes. To be accurate, livestock were fighting each other before their young eyes. To them, livestock aren't people with rights so the violence didn't repulse them.

The hatchlings picked their favorite fighters and cheered them on. Soon they were chanting "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

They are the only ones in this massive arena so the thirst for violence didn't infect them from an external source. They are solely responsible for their thirst for violence. It came from their young minds. It made Legion-5 wonder how terrifying the adults would be.

Then the livestock they chose were brought up to the stands in chains. They had been washed and cleaned. All of them are naked and have both their hands and legs chained.

Some servants who were not chained brought these livestock forward. There was no supreme beast doing manual labor. All the manual labor was done by servants who were from other races that had been subdued.

The servants also brought forward a chopping slab and a large assortment of knives with the livestock. They set the chopping

slab on the ground and began sharpening the knives.

The hatchlings cooed at the gleaming knives. Some of them asked, "Can I touch it?"

Their guide replied, "No. It is too dangerous for you. It is for the cooks to use."

The servants who appear to be cooks were dressed in white clothing. They juggled the knives to amuse the hatchlings. The hatchings applauded and cheered loudly but the livestock were not amused. The sight of the knives and the heavy wooden chopping slab marred with knife scars filled them with dread, not amusement.

Most of the livestock began to cry. They begged tearfully, "Please spare me. I promise to serve you with all I have forever and ever. Please. I will do anything. Just spare me."

The livestock were intelligent enough to communicate with them but the matured hatchlings were not moved by the pleas. Instead, they snickered at the sight and cheered on their cooks. The pleas didn't change their minds. If anything, it only served to whet their appetite. They just watched a fight to the death. Now they will satiate their thirst for violence with the flesh and blood of others.

Soon the livestock were picked and laid on the slab one by one. They didn't lay down obediently. They struggled against the cooks who dragged them to the slab. They did this while crying and begging. Their voices were louder and more desperate but so were the voices of the hatchlings. The hatchlings were practically whooping and hollering at this point.

The cooks are slaves themselves but they slaughtered all the livestock one by one right in front of the matured hatchlings without hesitation. If they pitied the livestock, the cooks didn't show it at all.

Their actions were smooth and professional. They skinned the livestock, cut away tendons, and removed bones. Then they cut their flesh into small chunks which they seasoned. The seasoned food was then offered raw to the hatchlings that selected the livestock.

Each hatchling has a cool servicing them. The cooks brought the plate of meat to their seats as if the hatchlings were in a restaurant. Legion-5 felt the divine sense of the guides inspecting the food before the hatchlings got them.

He thought to himself, "They are probably making sure the food is not poisoned or dangerous."

He was also given his food. It is a bloody steak fresh from the source. He accepted it quickly and gave it a try.

He said in anticipation, "Time to put my teeth to work."

"This is actually good." He exclaimed.

"It tastes so good and juicy. Is it because of the meat or is it the seasoning?" He wondered.

He had selected a livestock that caught his eye. He didn't do so because he had to. He did it because he wanted to. The addition of the law of devour into his divine ability was mostly a disappointment but it did give me the ability to grow stronger through eating. So there was no way he would give up an opportunity to eat the flesh of a mana entity.

Besides that, his chosen livestock was a creature that seemed like a hybrid of plant and flesh. It was humanoid but that didn't deter him at all. Instead, it intrigued him. He wanted to know what it tasted like so he selected it. He would have selected it just for that reason alone.

The livestock had fur and leaves growing out of its skin. It reminded him of elves so he was looking forward to seeing what it tasted like. And he didn't regret choosing it despite how weird it looked. It tasted wonderful. It could also be because of the skillful seasoning of the cook so any livestock will taste good.

The hatchlings were eating to the cries and pleadings of more livestock being slaughtered and butchered. It didn't disturb them. Their miserable cries of pain and agony were like music to their ears and their pitiful struggle was like a show to accompany their meal.

He enjoyed his meal but not every hatchling enjoyed theirs. Most of them ate their food regardless of how weird it tasted. Everything is still fresh and unique to them and they want to try everything. But there were some that refused to eat their food. They even threw a tantrum.

One of them threw the food aside and cried, "It tastes bad."

The cry drew a lot of attention including Legion-5's.

Legion-5 snickered and thought to himself, "It is not a wonder why it tastes bad. You selected a slug beast. Of course, it is going to taste awful."