Global marriage, I can predict the future

Chapter 40 Oink, the Butcher of Paradise

heaven star.

A strange planet inhabited by tens of billions of creatures, but with only two species: humans and domestic pigs.

Domestic pigs have been eaten by humans for a long time.

Available 300 years ago.

The number of humans is expanding wildly, and the reproduction of domestic pigs can no longer keep up with the pace of humans.

Almost half of the people on Paradise are starving.

There are even cases where the child is exchanged for food.

The technology of Paradise Star is different from that of Blue Star.

They did not enter the first industrial revolution, they had no electricity, no cars and ships.

But the people here are extremely good at genetic improvement technology.

It is precisely because of this ability that tens of billions of people can be fed by just one kind of food.

But now, as the population increases, food becomes scarce.

Therefore, breeding domestic pigs that produce eggs quickly and grow quickly has become a top priority.

Under almost crazy research.

Finally, humans used their own genes to synthesize a half-human, half-pig creature.

This kind of creature not only reproduces quickly, but also takes a short time to be released.

In particular, the meat yield rate far exceeds that of previous domestic pigs.

In addition, they are not picky about food.

The wild vegetable feed from the past can be eaten, as well as the broken bones and meat of the same species.

The most important thing is that the pig-headed man is not low in intelligence.

300 years later, humans, as creators, have completely become the gods of pig-headed men.

Every pig-headed man born will receive education from God.

Only by being completely domesticated can we escape the fate of becoming food.

But these domesticated pig-headed men are still slaves of gods.

Not only do you have to carry around a 'god' who has lost the ability to walk.

He also has to be responsible for various physical tasks.

This also includes killing and cooking one's own kind.

Late at night, in a restaurant called Paradise Stew.

Oink, who is much stronger than other pig-headed men, is chopping up the corpses of his kind.

He has been doing this job for 10 years.

Along with the sound of chopping meat, the red gem on the neck also swayed from side to side.

At this moment, the door with a closure sign was pushed open.

A female pig-headed man less than three years old rushed in.

The little guy looked horrified, and his body was covered with wounds from being beaten.

At this moment, the door was knocked open by a man wearing a black combat uniform.

This man is different from other gods. He is a death warrior who has been genetically modified to suppress pig-headed men.

Before, Oink would have been so frightened that he would have hid under the table.

But since I picked up the red gem three days ago.

Oink found that every time he cooked and killed his own kind, his heart would hurt involuntarily.

But when faced with a superior God, endless anger will arise.

A voice will also appear in the mind: "Why can humans eat pig-headed people, but pig-headed people can only eat themselves?"

Oink doesn't understand, and years of brainwashing won't let him.

But now, when he saw the pitiful look in the little pig-headed man's eyes before his death, Oink suddenly figured it out.

The anger in my heart was like a volcano erupting, rushing straight to my forehead.

"Pfft..."

The bone-cutting knife that slaughters the same kind splits the death warrior in half from top to bottom.

Unfortunately, it was too late after all.

The little pig-headed man was lying in a pool of blood and had stopped breathing.

Oink looked at the god's corpse and couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.

The next morning.

When the heavily armed Death Squad entered the restaurant.

I noticed a strong aroma wafting throughout the room.

But they have never smelled this kind of smell.

At this moment, Oink walked out of the kitchen with a big bucket in his arms. The source of the fragrance was in this big bucket.

"Hey, Pig Head! Have you ever seen a Death Warrior like us?"

Oink didn't answer.

Instead, pour the stew from the bucket into the bowl one by one.

The number of bowls is exactly equal to the number of Death Soldiers.

"Sir, this is a new product, why don't you try it first?"

Tommy, the leader of the death warriors, swallowed.Because their colleagues never came back, they went out to look for them without eating breakfast.

Now that I smell the fragrance, I can't hold back the greed in my stomach.

Hearing that it was a new stew, he immediately put down his weapon and prepared to eat before talking.

After all, they are all powerful death warriors, and nothing will happen to Jerry.

Maybe she was so happy in some female pig-headed house that she forgot about the shift change time.

When the broth enters the mouth.

Tommy gasped in admiration.

The other Death Warriors also began to wolf down the food.

Oink held a big ladle and kept adding soup and meat to several people.

A fatherly smile finally appeared on his face.

But he himself didn't eat any.

At this moment, a Death Warrior began to vomit crazily.

"哕...哕..."

"Damn it, what kind of meat is in your soup."

"Why is the pattern on this piece of leather the same as the one on Jerry's chest?"

When other people saw the meat skin in the bowl, they also started vomiting.

Oink didn't panic at all, and his voice didn't fluctuate at all.

"What? Is the same kind of meat not suitable for adults?"

"This is all meat!"

"Unlike us pig-headed people, we only deserve to eat the rotten meat of our own kind."

After hearing the other party's confirmation, several death warriors vomited even more fiercely.

But when they slowed down a little and wanted to chop the pig-headed man with weapons.

It was discovered that the sword placed beside him had fallen into Oink's hands.

"Shhhhh..."

The light of the sword passed by, and the five heads rolled down.

Oin grinned and dragged the body into the kitchen.

Before long, the aroma of broth wafted out.

In one week, Oyink used the same method to kill 20 death warriors.

But in the end, he was exposed.

The person who exposed him was not the superior gods, but one of his own kind, a pig-headed man who supplied supplies to the restaurant.

Oink has no blame or regret.

He just held the kitchen knife tightly and faced the war beasts that surrounded him.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in my ears.

"Little Pig Head, you are very interesting!"

"Do you want to play a game with me?"

Oink didn't have much choice.

When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at the red door room of the marriage tower.

All the information about the game also appeared in his mind simultaneously.

It's just that Oink has a doubt.

"Aren't all the wives in the matrimonial chamber female? Why am I here!"

Then, Oink quickly checked his body.

"That's right! Did that adult make a mistake?"

Just when Oink, the Butcher of Paradise, was wondering.

The red door opened.

A thin man walked in from outside.

The man’s name is Ruan Xiaoer and he is from Myanmar.

His luck was extremely bad.

As soon as the mating game began, Myanmar was punished by iron worms and reduced grain production.

Ruan Xiaoer was expelled from the village because his name was similar to Ruan Laoer.

After finally escaping to the border, he was selected as a new player.

Ruan Xiaoer looked at the compressed biscuit the size of a fingernail in his hand and wanted to cry.

But in the end, I mustered up the courage and opened the red door.

It wasn't because he was very brave, but because he was so hungry that there was nothing he could do.

But I never expected that there was actually a sturdy man with a pig's head inside.

Ruan Xiaoer regretted it and wanted to leave.

But the red door has been closed.

In a small enclosed space, even if I ran, I would definitely not be able to outrun my bride.

At this moment, Oink's voice sounded in his ears.

(End of this chapter)