Chapter 269: They're all superpowers
[Loha] is an "untouchable" born and raised in the Deep Poison Empire, that is, "Dalit"
- That's a "pariah" who is even lower than the "inferior".
His ancestors have been dung diggers in Delhi for generations, cleaning up clogged city sewers.
Perennial companionship of manure and dirt is the lowest occupation in the city, and only the untouchable are engaged in this kind of work.
And Loha, who inherited his father's Dalit identity, naturally also inherited this "glorious" ancestral business, and Loha, who is only in his early twenties this year, has been digging dung in the streets and alleys of Delhi for nearly ten years.
In fact, the country has been prohibiting manual excrement for decades, and it's not that the country doesn't have robots for unclogging sewers, but these robots will only work in certain areas (rich areas).
Because let the robot dredge the sewers of the whole city, although the daily consumption is similar to manpower, but the purchase cost of the robot itself is not low, and the maintenance cost of the robot after it is destroyed is higher, compared to the low-wage dung digger.
Even... Many manure machines are actively sabotaged by these "manure diggers" because they don't want to lose their jobs.
Therefore, the "lowly" profession of dung digger, which should have disappeared into the tide of history, has been preserved until the present day of the cyber era.
Although Loha is the lowest "Dalit", he is not the kind of fool who has not received an education, on the contrary, he studies very hard, and his grades are even enough to go to the best university in the deep poison.
But he didn't go, because the older he grew, the more he understood that a lowly Dalit could not disobey the high caste, and that he should not even have the idea of crossing classes.
As soon as he tries to do something "transgressive", such as taking up a more decent job, the superior people will feel "offended" and will try harder to suppress them, the untouchables.
Knowing that such reckless behavior would affect more Dalits like herself, making their situation worse, Loha had already decided to accept his fate.
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Only the right people can do the right jobs, and the untouchables should stay in the dirty dirt, which is the "social consensus" of the deeply poisonous empire.
Because the father is a dung digger, the son should and can only be a dung digger, this is a sin that he cannot redeem in this life, and the Dalits can only pin their hopes on the next life, imagining that they will be able to become a human being in the next life...
Loja was supposed to be a devout believer, but he had no expectations for the so-called afterlife.
After all, even if there is an afterlife, can it really make up for the suffering he has endured in this life?
He didn't know, so he tried to keep himself from thinking.
Although he had lived a miserable enough life, he did not try to rebel against this fate.
Day after day, he just did the monotonous, dirty, menial work of digging dung, living as humble as a rat in the sewer.
Today, it was just dawn, and Loha, who was in his early twenties, set out early to prepare for the day's work, and he had to deal with the sewers in five places today, and the task was quite heavy.
But I don't know if it's an illusion, Loha always felt that this morning's Derry City had a more oppressive and solemn atmosphere.
This morning, the city of Derry was filled with a thick fog that I don't know if it was exhaust fumes or what, and it was impossible to see people from a distance of more than ten meters.
Fortunately, Loha has lived in the city for more than 20 years, and he is already familiar with the streets and alleys, and he carries rudimentary tools and walks through the city on foot, like an old farmer patrolling an orchard, but unfortunately the land under his feet does not belong to him.
However, when Loha passed through an alley intersection, he saw a guy in a long white robe "oppressing" another person and squirming back and forth, as if he was doing something unscrupulous.
This is probably another forcible hugging incident, Loha has seen a lot in this city, and if there is anyone in this country who has a lower status than Dalit, it must be a woman of the lower caste.
Although he was not surprised by this kind of thing, Loha was a very good man, and he was not used to seeing his fellow "untouchable" compatriots being bullied again, so he raised the dung scoop in his hand and shouted:
"It's dawn! Don't do any more ugly things! ”
But what happened next was a bit beyond Loja's imagination, and when he stepped into the alley, he finally smelled the smell of blood in the air.
The white-robed man also raised his body at this time, turned his head, and then Loha saw a pair of scarlet eyes and a terrifying face dripping with blood.
"O God! What is it!? ”
Loha was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, and though he was helpless, he kept backing away, but the blood eater had apparently spotted him.
When the Blood Eater turned around completely, Loha almost forgot to breathe, because he realized that it was not a human hiding in the white robe, but a monster with a snake body and human face!
The body under the white robe is only half of a human body, and the body of a snake is sinuous from the chest and abdomen down, and when he "stands" upright, there is a kind of shocking deterrent.
"No, what is this, God! No! ”
Luo Ha has been so frightened that he is almost incontinent on the spot, and Luo, who has weak legs, crawls backwards and makes a meaningless strange scream, he once suspected that he did not wake up, otherwise how could he see such an unbelievable thing?
"Wow! Wow! ”
At this moment, a baby's cry sounded in the middle of the path.
Loha looked back with a pale face, but found that the "victim" of the lake of flesh and blood on the ground was a woman, and there was a baby in swaddling clothes in the trash can not far from her.
It was probably the child who had been hidden by his mother with the last of her strength, but now that he had been discovered, the baby's cry caught the monster's attention.
"Nope! No! God, who will stop him!? ”
Loha's face was extremely ugly, because he saw the half-human, half-snake monster turn his gaze away from him, and he crawled to the garbage can, rummaged for a while, and then grabbed the baby like a chicken.
Then he raised his head, opened his mouth to an incredible extent, like a real python, and opened his bloody mouth, about to throw the crying baby into his mouth and swallow it.
At this moment, Loha's mind was confused, he still hadn't reacted to what was going on, whether he was in a dream or not.
If it's a dream, why doesn't he, who feels pain, wake up now?
If it weren't for dreams, why would they, mortals who had already endured countless sufferings, still have to endure such pain and terror?
Is this a divine punishment from the gods?
Is there anything I can do?
I can't just watch a baby die in front of my eyes...
I had to do something!
[I want to save people]!
The dazzling golden light suddenly burst out in this alley, and a magnificent pillar of light suddenly lit up, reaching the sky.
Luo Ha, who was still an ordinary person just now, was shining with bronzed golden light on his skin at this time, looking like a golden-bodied Arhat, with an otherworldly temperament.
This is a superpower awakening.
And if nothing else, this is a new Chosen One.
One second Loha was still standing at the mouth of the alley, and the next, he had appeared in the position of the snake monster, holding the crying baby in his arms and the monster's head in the other.
When Loha walked out of the alley, the sunlight that shone through the morning mist hit him, as if gilding him with a sacred golden veil.
And countless deeply poisonous Delhi people who were awakened saw this scene like a god's mansion.
A wave of new life will sweep over this gloomy country.
And events like this are happening all over the world at this time.
The Blood Eater didn't just bring terror and disaster, he also put the protagonist of the new era on the stage of history -
They are all superpowers.