Chapter 296 Uprising
Principality of Carter, on the outskirts of Dena City.

"Snapped--"

"Work quickly!"

"You are a bunch of untouchables without any status! Beasts!"

The loud sound of whips, angry scolding, and the crisp sound of workers hitting ore intertwined together.

In the dim mine, the miners covered in dirt are working hard, while the supervisors are wielding whips to supervise the work of these poor people.

One of the miners was nicknamed "Spark" above his head.

Apparently, he was a player, or what the natives called a starfaller.

"These damn things"

"Sooner or later, I have to kill them and find a way to leave here."

He swung the hoe with all his might, but the look in his eyes as he looked at the overseer was particularly dangerous.

Xinghuo is also a well-known player, but compared to speed running, he prefers to experience the plot and discover the secrets in the game.

Therefore, he did not choose the most common North Wind Castle as the starting point, but instead chose the less famous capital of the Principality of Carter - Dena City. He wanted to experience the unique charm of the North.

However, Xinghuo's luck was not very good.

As soon as he arrived in Dena City, he was captured by the army stationed in the city because he had no identity. Then, he was sold to slave traders by the military leader who colluded with underground forces. After many twists and turns, he finally became a slave laborer without freedom, mining for a northern noble in an underground mine.

Such things are very normal in the northern countries.

Serfdom is deeply rooted in the northern countries and has existed for hundreds of years.

In the eyes of the northern nobles, slaves are not of the same species as them, but are just cheap consumables, lowly "gray livestock". This kind of collusion and slave trade has long been tacitly approved by all parties, and even local sheriffs have turned a blind eye to it.

After all, they were just refugees without any identity. Capturing them might improve the city's security, but how could they compare to the gold coins bribed by the slave traders?

Next to Xinghuo was a strange slave laborer. He was thin and dark-skinned, and seemed to have just been captured. He was not very skilled in mining and was often whipped and scolded by the supervisor.

Xinghuo patted the slave worker on the shoulder and asked in a low voice:
"What's your name?"

The slave laborer stopped the work at hand, wiped the sweat from his face with his coal-dust hands, lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"I don't have a name. My old master called me Chaigun."

"Snapped!"

"Lazy beast, why don't you work!"

After just a short rest, the supervisor's whip came again.

Chai Gun was holding up his body, trembling all over from the beating. A deep bloodstain appeared on his already scarred back.

Faced with such pain and humiliation, he seemed to have long been accustomed to it. He remained silent and swung the hoe again.

But Starfire didn't get beaten.

His master had specifically instructed that this rare and strong slave should be used well and that his use time should be extended as much as possible so that he could maximize his value.

Xinghuo lowered his voice and said to Chaigun:

"Don't you hate them for treating you like this?"

Chai Gun did not dare to stop his hoe for a moment. Hearing such "treasonous" words, he was so frightened that he could not speak. He could only stammer and answer:
"No, of course not. They were sent by the noble lord."

Xinghuo sighed helplessly:
"You can tell me what's on your mind. I won't tell the overseer."

In Chai Gun's mind, he thought of his companions who were skinned and displayed to the public for disobeying their masters, the noble appearance of those noble lords, and the warnings given by the elder in the past.

He trembled subconsciously and shook his head repeatedly:

"Not at all."

"They are noble lords. They have endless food and endless gold in their homes. Who dares to hate them?"

With Chai Gun's knowledge, this is all he can think of.

Xinghuo looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he continued to guide:

"We dug out all this gold and silver, and we grew all this food, but why did these things fall into the hands of those nobles? Are they naturally nobler than us?"

"Of course."

Chai Gun answered cautiously.

In his opinion, this was a really strange question. Isn't it natural that nobles are nobler than slaves?

Even the priests in the manor said that slaves were lowly creatures made of mud, while nobles were creations of God made of gold and spring water.

Xinghuo asked again:
"What about the overseers? Are they nobler than us, so they can step on us?" "I think so, yes, that's right. The overseers are also sent by the nobles. If the nobles are made of gold, then the overseers may be made of silver?"

Chai Gun thought for a moment and answered uncertainly.

He felt that the person in front of him was really strange. He actually asked such a rebellious question and even dared to question the Northern nobles. However, Xinghuo's words also planted a seed in Chai Gun's heart.

"What are you talking about there?"

"Who allowed you to talk? Why don't you work?"

The supervisor's roar was heard again not far away, and it seemed as if his anger would never be extinguished.

Chai Gun quickly swung the hoe with all his might, and he did not dare to stop even though his hands were numb from hitting the ground.

But this time Xinghuo did not obey the order. Instead, he took a few steps forward and looked around at the slaves.

Those slaves who had been working in the mines for a long time seemed to have some long-accumulated emotions suppressed in their eyes, and they all stopped working at the same time.

In this strange atmosphere of silence, even the firewood sticks stopped subconsciously.

"Damn beasts, pigs, do you want to rebel?"

The absolute authority was broken, and the supervisor's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

In extreme anger, he even ignored his master's orders and swung the whip at Xinghuo, the most prominent one in the crowd, trying to use this tried-and-tested method to make the slaves submit.

"Snapped."

The whip was actually held tightly in his hand, causing Xinghuo's hand to bleed.

However, Xinghuo ignored his injured hand and wrapped the whip around his hand several times, then pulled it away.

The supervisor collapsed to the ground. He looked up at Xinghuo's fierce eyes, stepped back in fear, and muttered to himself: "I was sent by the Earl, I am..."

However, dozens of slave laborers blocked his way behind him. The slave laborers even pinned the supervisor to the ground, making him unable to move.

"What are you doing!"

"Damn you, you beasts, do you want to die? I was sent by the Earl—"

The overseer struggled and shouted on the ground, but there were too many slaves and he couldn't break free.

"Damn it—"

"It's you, the fuck!"

Starfire strained as hard as he could, veins bulging in his arms.

He swung the hoe with all his might, hitting the overseer on the ground hard, just like he had hit the ore countless times.

The force was so great that the sharp hoe pierced through the flesh and fat, smashed the hard bones, and directly crushed his brain into a ball.

"boom!"

Suddenly, blood splattered and brain matter flew everywhere.

The overworked overseer remained stunned as he died.

He never imagined that he would be killed by the most despised and lowly slave.

"it is good!"

"Good kill!"

"Kill this beast!!"

The surrounding slave laborers were immediately excited. They rushed over to trample on and tear apart the corpse, venting their dissatisfaction that had accumulated for several days.

But there was also a trace of fear hidden deep in their hearts. An overseer had died, and just as the overseer had said before he died, if the noble lord found out, he would hunt them down at all costs.

However, they remembered Xinghuo's promise and a glimmer of hope ignited in their hearts.

This "strong slave laborer" had a very special status in the mine. During these dozens of days, he often told the slave laborers some new and strange stories that they had never heard of before, including stories about eradicating old forces and changing the world.

Although it sounds like a fairy tale, they have no other choice.

Xinghuo held the overseer's bleeding head, turned around and looked at Chai Gun, revealing a satisfied smile.

He said word by word:

"I said, they were never nobler than us."

Chai Gun stood there in a daze, his legs trembling constantly, but a faint flame was burning in his heart.

(End of this chapter)