Yoshiyuki Hosoda put the knife into his arm, and it felt so good to clean up the debris. The smell of blood around him was strong, and Yoshiyuki Hosoda had long been accustomed to it.

"Does it feel good to kill someone, sir?" Snowball followed.

"When it's so easy to take someone's life, you... don't care that much."

After killing all the defenders, Hosoda Yoshiyuki left the bloody barracks and came to the material warehouse. Most of the things were sealed in crates, and he had no idea what was inside.

Snowball used its olfactory module to smell the box where food was stored. Yoshiyuki Hosoda opened it with a knife and found that it was full of canned food.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly took out canned fruits, canned soybeans and pork, and luncheon meat to eat, hoping to fill his hungry belly, and the delicious food turned into strength bit by bit.

After eating, he lay down on one of the crates to sleep.

"After daybreak, the workers will find themselves free." Hosoda Yoshiyuki said, "I have killed all the garrison troops."

"But even so, do they really have the courage to resist?" Xueqiu didn't quite understand.

"Slaves are nobler and more powerful than their masters," Yoshiyuki Hosoda murmured, "because slaves will eventually have a chance and look forward to becoming masters. But masters are always afraid, fearful, afraid of being killed by slaves, and even more afraid of themselves.

Become a slave."

"That's it..." Snowball nodded.

"We are all slaves to varying degrees, subject to various forms of oppression in the material world, so we want to resist and go to a new world without torture. We always think about it...although we can't get there, our hearts long for it..."

Snowball squatted on the ground and made a simulated huffing sound.

Yoshiyuki Hosoda found that he finally had a loyal audience.
Chapter completed!