Chapter 51. The Simple and Honest Meng Xiao Ge


    Even though Char controlled the door, he still could not figure out its function.


    The reason was simple. There was no instruction manual.


    He could already confirm that this was a product of the second era. As a precision instrument that could achieve the function of "material exchange", it was naturally not amon product. This kind of precision instrument would usuallye with a detailed instruction manual. The mechanics of the second era had put a lot of effort into this matter. They were more serious than the many other programmers. They had practically taught it step by step, and the rigorous use of words was so rigorous that it would scare many. Even the warlocks of the sixth era had to hold a thick book of "precise instrument operation guide and code of words" in their hands as a reference when they made contracts.


    And all of this was just to give the buyer a p and reply " idiot " when the buyer said, "there''s a problem with your item". Acting tough? You''re the one who doesn''t know how to use it."


    However, if the buyer asked, "Can you tell me how to understand this manual?" most mechanics would be happy to answer this question and exin the manual in easy-to-understand but very long-windednguage to show their rigorous and superior intelligence.


    The self-esteem of a mechanic was probably that strange.


    Mungo could not remain silent in the face of Char''s question.


    "Do you know about the red mist soldiers? Those are my soldiers. I don''t know what time it is now, or if they''re still there, but I don''t think this group of people will be defeated so easily."


    Char briefly exined what era it was and the current situation of his red mist soldiers.


    Hearing that more than two-thirds of the estate he had left behind had been given away by his children and grandchildren and that someone had even stepped on his head and taken a sh*t, Mungo was very angry!


    When he was angry, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if he had returned to the era before the Red Mist Army was destroyed by nuclear bombs and PTSD.


    "Why are you angry? Look at what you look like now."


    Char unreservedly exposed him.


    "How could a god of war look like what u currently look ..."


    "I ..."


    Mungo was stunned, and after a while, he sighed and said,


    "I''m not the God of War ..."


    "Ha?"


    "Actually... In fact, this is indeed my fault..."


    He went on and on about a story that was basically simr butpletely different from what Char knew.


    He said that he wasn''t a God of War and that he was just an ordinary person in his race. He also said that he was an honest and chubby little guy. Being generous and honest was a good character, but in a ce like the Northern Red Grasnds where the strong ate the weak, his character was too soft, and he naturally became the target of bullying.


    Therefore, Mungo had a simple dream since he was a child: When I be the n leader, all you people who have bullied me will be gone!


    However, it was useless to make a wish. He would still be bullied in the same way.


    Once, during a sacrificial ceremony held near the river bank, a young man in the tribe had to sleep on a big bed in the open field. At night, he had said something in his sleep and was heard by a barbarian brother who usually bullied him the most. Thetter had picked him up without saying a word and wanted to find a quiet ce in the wild to kill him.<novelnext></novelnext>


    At that time, the troops were near the River of Rites, so he was thrown into a sinkhole.


    The poor Mungo thought that he was dead for sure. However, he did not expect his head tond on a Red earthworm, which was the offspring of Zin''rokh. He did not die!


    But before Mungo could celebrate his survival, the worm swallowed him into its stomach. Mungo thought to himself, damn it, I''m really unlucky. Even an idental death is full of twists and turns, and in the end, I''m going to be the worm''s dung.


    However, before he was digested by the worm, the worm died mysteriously and disappeared!


    He also felt that the air around him had suddenly be fresher as if he had been brought to somece else.


    "The worm''s stomach is sticky. I was covered in that stuff, like shit, but suddenly it''s gone!"


    "No more?"


    "Right! When I found something to light up the area, I realized that it had hit the door." Mungo said as if he had returned to that time, the joy of surviving a disaster hanging on his face.


    "I''m really lucky. I didn''t die." Heughed, and as heughed, his smile gradually disappeared. It turned into a low voice, and he grumbled, "But we encountered this thing."


    His gaze fell on the door and he said with lingering fear, "I didn''t know where the worm went. I thought I was saved by the door and leaned against it to rest. However, after my blood touched the door, I suddenly heard a voice... It asked me what I wanted to buy."


    "What do you want to buy?"


    Char frowned.


    "That''s right. I almost jumped out of my skin. The priest of the tribe said that silos often returned to the sinkhole, so he left these tunnels behind. I thought I had met the infinite Devourer, and my legs went soft! However, it didn''t take long for me to understand that this wasn''t Zin''rokh, but a door! It''s a ''transaction machine''. It absorbed the worm and thought that I use it as payment. Now, it''s asking me what I want to buy."


    "What did you say?" Shaya asked.


    "I don''t believe in such unrealistic words! At that time, I asked, "Can you turn me into someone like Chartua?" Oh, Chartua is the guy who threw me down. Then it asked me, "What does Chartua look like'', and I said that guy''s strength was greater than a bull, agility was greater than a leopard, endurance was greater than a striped wildebeest, and his body was as burly as a small mountain... Actually, I was just talking nonsense because Chartua wasn''t that strong at all. I was just mocking it for being unrealistic ... But in the end, it really gave me these! I''vepletely changed!"


    "Isn''t that a good thing?" Char asked.


    "In my dreams... In all fairness, you''re right. I thought so at first, " Mungo said with a twisted expression. "But after the deal waspleted, it suddenly told me that I had to make a second deal with it within a year. That time, the flesh and blood must be twice as much as thest, or I''ll lose everything I have.


    "I thought it was simple. The flesh and blood of a worm is no more than five sheep. I''ll just pay it back ten sheep. That''s the deal so I won''t lose anything! So, half a yearter, I returned to the n and said that I had gone through hell-like special training and came back for revenge! I''ve beaten those who insulted me to the point where they knelt down and begged for mercy. Even Chartua wasn''t a match for me! In less than half a year, I became the leader of the n! At that time, I even naively thought that I could be the chief and be on the same level as those noble priests!"


    "But I was still wrong... Chartua is a despicable man. He''s been suspecting me from the start. He suspects that I''ve be an ''Apostle'' of Zin''rokh and that I''ve been possessed by evil powers. he told these things to the priest, and they captured me. The chief is Chartua''s father. They didn''t even ask me and threw me back into the sinkhole, saying that they didn''t believe I could climb out this time!


    "It was only then that I came to my senses. Although I was strong, one person''s strength was bound to be limited. So, after I crawled out, I secretly caught ten sheep and brought them to ''it'', asking for an Army."


    "Did it really give you an Army?" Char asked.


    Wasn''t this transaction too worthwhile?


    "Of course! Even though it didn''t give me an Army, it did give me the ''Scarlet Ritual''!" Mungo replied.