A vast, boundless grassland stretched before them, carrying the faint scent of earth and fresh grass. A breeze swept past, and the tender grass swayed like young maidens dancing, stirring their hearts. The entire sky here was a deep blue. There was no clamor, no slaughter, and everything was so peaceful.
But when monsters with three eyes and six arms came before them, carrying sticky jars and tree branches smeared with glue, they knew they had to run. Otherwise... those greedy eyes would fix on them, while the flesh of their own kind was still being chewed in the monsters' mouths!
They could only watch, watching the fate of themselves and their families unfold. All they could do was flee.
The people, driven to live in caves after being wiped out, shed tears of humiliation. There was no shame in crying anymore... There was too much hatred, too much suffering.
One after another, the desperate people died fighting back. There was no end to it. Without strength, there was no equality: the strong preyed on the weak. Never had they seen things more clearly than now. The people kept in pens were food!
Hope had come.
The older generation had all seen it. What a mighty god: every inch of it was light, soul, and homeland. Its hands reached across the world, illuminating the darkness with the dawn. One of its hands led people out of the dark.
The newly arrived mage, holding a divine staff, enslaved the vile creatures. This should be the best ending. The vile creatures needed no wisdom. They only had to repay the hatred of the genocide they had committed, under our control, with all their strength.
But... their descendants' hatred of them had grown too faint...
The protagonist is the main attacker. Ari Ara.
After reading so many chapters, I still don't know who the protagonist is.
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