#42. Nightmare

He was a mere resident of the damp Underworld.

No. To be precise, he was more like livestock raised by the inhabitants of the Underworld.

When he was young, he grew up sucking the milk of an unknown monster instead of his mother's, and as he grew up, he lived in a slum where only dim lights were available, eating all sorts of filth just to sate his hunger. To him, that small, dirty chicken coop of a home was his whole life.

It was dark and there was nothing to play with, but he lived peacefully day by day, mingling with other beings as the days passed.

On some days, he could even eat some decent food, and if he was sleepy, he could lie down and sleep at any moment. It was a shallow world, but to him, it was a comfortable one.

But there is no such thing as forever.

As thick, black hair started to grow between his legs and his body started to become bulkier, he was kicked out of the coop.

His small but comfortable world was no longer, and in its place was a vast and foreign world that awaited him.

The first thing he received in this new world was a terrible-smelling bag. And with that, his fate was decided.

Aside from the bare minimum amount of sleep needed for a living thing to survive, he spent the rest of his time awake digging through dirt and rock.

From the darkness, a one-eyed, mysterious being kept...