Kindness does not necessarily win the gratitude of others and the favor of God.

But if you are not kind, you will inevitably usher in the revenge of others.

When the slave leaps high and smashes the honeycomb in the same way, Chris is caught off guard and understands this.

There was no anger in his heart or a feeling of being cursed by God.

Just as he used others as shields for his selfishness and meanness, the ants who are not free in this city are not qualified to pursue high virtues among themselves, but only have the desire to survive.

Chris, who fell into the small lake, is only thinking about survival at the moment.

He immediately threw away the pointed stick in his hand and tried to swim to the shore.

It was only the rushing water that washed him away in an instant, and carried him farther and farther away from the waterfront under the indifferent eyes of the other slaves, and finally completely overwhelmed by the darkness of the night.

No one screamed at the change, and no one thought of help.

The slaves who belong to the Vic people are going to die sooner or later, and now they are just two overboard, what's so strange.

Chris didn't call for help either.

He just paddled hard, struggling to put his head out of the water to breathe, but it was all in vain under the impact of the turbulent water splitting his head and face. He didn't know how many sips of water he had drunk, but he felt that his mouth and nose were choked uncomfortably, and he couldn't make a sound.

Luckily, the rapids aren't very long.

When washed into the middle of a small lake with a gentle current, he finally stabilized his body, stuck his head out of the water full of mayfly corpses, and breathed heavily.

But this is already the place where the cold spring gushes out.

The reason why the Vik people called it Cold Spring Marsh is because the water gushing out of the ground is bitterly cold and full of swamp pits formed by silt.

Chris, who was born in the north and could bury himself in the snow, could not withstand the cold of the spring.

It was an indescribable cold.

As the cold spring water soaked through, Chris instantly felt like his bones were about to freeze.

And the lake was at least six or seven meters deep, but the buoyancy was somehow small, and it was completely unable to support his weight, forcing him to keep his head above the water with his hands and feet and paddling constantly.

The deadliest of all is that the small lake is made up of multiple cold springs.

These springs, of varying sizes and severity, formed many whirlpools in the lake, as if an invisible hand was stretching out and pulling Chris down.

He had been on the honeycomb rock day and night for many days, and his body was already very tired, and he soon fell into danger.

He struggled to swim to the shore, but he felt weak before he was halfway through the swim.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the cold of the frozen bones in the lake is slowly weakening, so that his body is no longer shivering from freezing.

I'm an Eaton, and I carry the destiny of Eaton on my shoulders.

He was firm in his heart and swam to the shore.

As the fire lit by the slaves on the water's shore became clearer and clearer, the survival instinct in his heart turned into a raging fire, constantly warming his body and limbs.

But his paddling speed was getting slower.

Not just because of fatigue, but also because he had swam sixty meters from the shore, and the turbulence that had previously washed into the lake was once again an obstacle.

Hold on a little longer, and I'll be free again!

He kept cheering himself up and paddling hard.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters......

When he was only twenty meters from the shore, the turbulent water seemed to be angry with him, and the surging water continued to slash his head and face, trying to press him into the water. It also made him like a migratory mayfly, trying to swim forward a few meters, but was soon swept back by the turbulence for a few meters.

Repeatedly.

He tried his best to swim ashore, but all he could did was keep him from being washed back into the lake.

He felt that his limbs were getting heavier and heavier, and it was difficult to pull the water every time; The endless turbulence also became more and more turbulent, and each impact made him feel as if he was resisting the hammer blow of the strong Denise; Even Xiao Hu's cold body, which could no longer feel it, felt a chill at this moment.

It was the reason why his body calories were constantly being consumed, and it was also a sign that he was about to run out.

Although he still didn't give up, he couldn't move forward a meter.

Although he was still struggling to survive, he could not stop the turbulence from slowly but steadily pushing him farther and farther from the shore.

In order to stabilize his body, he tried to dive into the water and walk back from underwater.

But after his feet fell on the riverbed, he had fallen into the mud for half a meter without touching the hard fulcrum, and he was entangled in a few aquatic weeds, which made him decisively give up this unrealistic idea.

Am I going to die here?

For no apparent reason, this thought flashed through his mind.

No!

I'm not going to die here!

Grandma is still watching me from the sky, waiting for the day when I become a strong man!

He roared in his heart, put aside all distractions, and paddled hard at the fire on the shore.

Perhaps it was Avril in the sky who heard his call, and a few aquatic plants under the water somehow suddenly tied one of his feet, carrying his struggling body in the wrong direction.

And when he had to reach out and tear up the aquatic weeds, turn sideways to meet the turbulent impact and choke on the water one after another, he realized that his efforts were stupid - he only needed to carry the turbulence upstream to the shore without dying, but change the direction of his body to let the turbulence rush him downstream, and he could get rid of the crisis of returning to the small lake! And when you go downstream, you can also adjust your body to meet the impact of the current to change the landing point, and it is easy to get close to the shore!

However, it is better to have a late life than no hope.

He did it at once, and after a quarter of an hour he succeeded in climbing ashore exhausted.

However, God's punishment for his unkindness did not stop.

The next day, when the Vicks announced that the task of killing the mayflies this year was complete, he returned to Sin City to wait for Denise to honor his freedom and reward, and suddenly sent a mark on his body and was left by the cold spring swamp.

That's what Vincent discovered.

All three of them were soaking in the luxurious bath of Lapsey's home, and Vincent noticed a blue-black brand on Chris's forearm.

Yes, branding.

Not bruises that have been hit by turbulence.

And it just so happened that Vincent knew the origin of this brand.

The cold spring swamp is considered by the Viks to be the most dangerous place to defend against the invasion of mayflies, but it is not actually a honeycomb rock, but a parasitic species in the cold spring.

No one knows where they came from.

But the Vic people know that once they have a chance to come into contact with the human body, they will be firmly attached to the human body, become a part of the human skin, and stretch out their tentacles to penetrate deep into the blood vessels and bones!

This gives them a very vivid name: tarsal mayflies.

The real horror of them is that they constantly suck the divine veins that the absorbed person relies on to break through the shackles and become a strong man!

Yes, they make it difficult for the adsorbed to become strong.

It is impossible to be strong even for life!

There are only two ways to get rid of them.

The first is to directly cut off the limb that was absorbed by the tarsal mayfly.

The other is that the divine veins of the adsorbed are completely withered, so that they have no food source, and they will actively drop away.

Of course, there are always pros and cons.

They are a nightmare for all warriors, but they also have a side that benefits the absorbed.

For example, Chris's forearm now, even if it is placed in the hot magma and slashed by a sharp blade, it will not be damaged in any way!

It's just that what kind of benefit is it for people who are chasing the path of the strong?

And who wants that?

Chris certainly didn't want it either.

After listening to Vincent's story, he looked at his little arms, which had all turned dark blue, and tasted despair for the first time in his life.

He did not bow his head to the cold winter fate.

I didn't even feel that I would never be able to become a strong person in my life—as long as I went forward bravely and kept stimulating the growth of the divine veins faster than the tarsal mayflies could suck in.

But he felt like he didn't have time.

When he was in Edin City, Lange Einske told him that the human demigod Uther had fallen for no more than ten years! He only has ten years at most to break through the shackles and become a strong man to protect the family's survival!

And now that he is constantly eating away at the divine veins by the tarsal mayflies, can he still become a strong man as scheduled?

He had the answer in his mind.

But I don't want to have it.