Vasen Lak Orazen said, “Is there a problem? I only helped because it looked like you were in trouble.”

Margo, the Pangolin, said, “Oh my… Well, I am in a difficult situation… I am grateful, but…”

Margo hesitated before continuing to say, “Master is the supervisor, and if this gets out, I would be dead… You should also run away…”

Vasen threw away the rock he was holding and dusted his hands.

“If I put you in trouble, I should take responsibility. Tell me the details.”

“Details…?”

Margo observed the stranger, wondering if they could trust him or not. However, after looking at their unconscious supervisor with a bleeding head wound, Margo seemed to have decided that they had no other choice and began to tell Vasen more.

Pangolins had been living here for a long time. There was a lot of food around the area, so it wasn’t difficult to feed a tribe through hunting and gathering; therefore, there wasn’t much conflict. The Deep Ones did pose occasional threats when they came from afar via ships, but most of the Deep Ones only wanted to trade for food.

‘Don’t Deep Ones also trade for slaves? Hm, I guess they could have thought that these Pangolins weren’t valuable.’

Then one day, Rakshasas invaded the land....