Today was truly the first day that the new world's gate was opened.
In the unease of transforming into a demon, a whole day had passed.
He was terrified because he had become a demon, and yet delighted by secretly eating a fruit that tasted sweeter than wheat and had an indescribable flavor.
Tonight, he also learned that never waking up again meant death.
There was more noise at the temporary base, but it was not just superficial noise.
There were more laughter and joyous voices.
The carefree young boys and girls gathered in a circle, passing around a fruit, each taking a bite.
Despite the fruit being mostly sour with just a hint of sweetness, it brought them immense joy.
For them, becoming demons didn't seem so bad.
On a distant hillside, the night's fog concealed everything here.
Yu Ziqing, who was supposed to go to Jiazi City, led people to squat on the hillside, looking far off at the distant fires and cooking smoke.
