Rise of the Corpse King: Hoarding Billions of Flesh from the Start

“Steak? I only eat it cooked to 0.1—when the first ray of dawn touches the cow’s hide, it’s ready to eat.” —Lin Dong

Early morning.

In the courtyard of the farm, a group of slaughterhouse workers were busy hauling raw meat. Oddly, along with the meat, they carried jars brimming with bright red blood. Beneath the radiant sunlight, the glass containers shone with a crimson hue, reminiscent of fine wine.

“Brother Liu, what’s going on with Boss Lin? The farm was doing perfectly well, so why did he slaughter tens of thousands of livestock?”

A curious worker asked.

Another chimed in, “Exactly! And why does he need so much blood?”

Foreman Liu was just as perplexed, though he tried not to show it. “Mind your own business and get to work.”

“Uh… okay.”

The workers resumed their tasks, masked, gloved, even their hair tucked away, meticulous in their hygiene.

Foreman Liu continued his reminders, “Keep everything spotless. If even a hair falls into the meat, Boss Lin won’t pay your wages.”

“Understood, Brother Liu. Don’t worry.”

They responded in chorus, though privately, their murmurs persisted.

“Hey, have you heard? Boss Lin is a bit strange.”

“What do you mean? He seems fine to me. What’s odd about him?”

“He’s obsessed with cleanliness, hates anything dirty.”

“Oh, that explains it! I always wondered why he…”

“Shh! Enough.”

“……”

A coughing interruption halted their gossip, for not far away, a young man approached. Tall and poised, dressed in a pristine white shirt, unsullied