Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Many young women had been offered as tributes to the royal palace. Most of them, like Su Tang, had long, curly golden hair and snow-white skin, though a small number had black hair and brown skin.

Serving a deity as a servant was a perilous undertaking. While a few returned, the majority never did. Gods were not necessarily benevolent; on the contrary, many possessed glaring character flaws, such as bloodlust, cruelty, and capriciousness. Families typically offered their less-favored children as servants or sacrifices to these deities. Of course, if a deity was known for a gentle disposition, many families would send their favored children, as even a small reward from a god could bring immense honor to the family, and the chances of returning were considerably higher.

Deities disliked elderly humans. Typically, after serving for three to five years, the servants could return home.

At this moment, the young women were gathered in a courtyard behind the royal palace. The courtyard was beautiful, filled with blooming flowers. The young ladies were also beautiful, in the prime of their youth, but none of them could manage a smile.

Su Tang was among them. Compared to the panicked, frightened, and even weeping noble ladies, she was the calmest.

The National Teacher didn't keep them waiting long. A short while later, he arrived with a retinue of servants.

Dressed in magnificent robes that signified his status, he held his head high with an air of arrogance. His gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes filled with indifference. "This time, the deity you will be serving is the Death God. The Death God holds dominion over life and death in the world. It is your honor to serve him."

He spoke of honor, but everyone knew that among all the deities, the Death God was the most difficult to approach. According to historical records, the Death God had never accepted human servants or sacrifices, leading many to speculate that he loathed humanity.

Now, they were about to serve a god who hated humans. Fear resurfaced, and some of the more timid girls began to cry.

"I won't go! I don't want to be a servant! I want to go home! I want to go home!"

"I wondered how such a good opportunity to serve a deity could fall to me. It turns out it's to serve the Death God!"

These were young women between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, the most impulsive and volatile period of their lives. Some of them were already mistreated at home, and now, being asked to serve the Death God was no different from being sent to their deaths.

Faced with imminent death, how many could remain composed?

The National Teacher was long accustomed to such scenes. Without a word, he deferred to a maidservant beside him.

The maidservant cracked a barbed whip, and a large fissure instantly appeared on the ground. The sharp crack of the whip silenced everyone.

The National Teacher spoke, "Crying to me is useless. I am here merely to inform you. You understand the consequences of angering him. Now, compose yourselves. I will send you over tonight."

With that, the National Teacher departed. Some of the more timid noblewomen collapsed to the ground, some weeping silently, others wailing loudly.

However, some remained strong, trying to comfort the others.

Su Tang wasn't interested. She found a quiet spot and contemplated how to survive the night.

Yes, survival. After all, the Death God, with his eccentric nature, could be laughing one moment and ordering someone's execution the next. He was incredibly unpredictable and had a penchant for killing.

And she, every night, would transform into a small black cat.

Time passed unnoticed. As night fell, a one-way portal opened.

Beyond the portal lay a desolate darkness, a pitch-black void.

Su Tang calculated the time, telling herself not to lose consciousness on the way, lest the guards throw her out before she even reached the Death God.

Usually, she would have already transformed into a small black cat by this time, but today, she fought it off with all her might, only losing consciousness after entering the main hall.

The Death God's palace wasn't gloomy. Although sunlight never reached it, it was magnificent, and night pearls were embedded everywhere, emitting a soft golden glow.

At this moment, he sat upon his throne in black robes, his left hand holding the Death God's scepter, his right hand absently stroking the small kitten in his lap.

He had raised it for three years, an ordinary black cat from the human realm, yet it hadn't grown at all. Others might be curious, but the Death God only felt that his initial judgment had been impeccable. Any cat he picked up would be extraordinary.

He looked down upon the dozens of noblewomen below. Seeing that they were almost all blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls, his face darkened. "Throw them all out! What kind of garbage sacrifices are these humans sending? They're all so ugly!"

Su Tang, just regaining consciousness, heard these words and her lips twitched.

Seriously? Every single one of them was fair-skinned and beautiful. Was this god blind?

After speaking, the Death God noticed someone collapsing in the crowd. His already sullen face contorted with rage. "Humans dare to send a sickly creature to insult me! Investigate this thoroughly! I want every single one of them executed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant stepped forward.

"Yes, Death God."

It was happening. In the original storyline, this was where he went on a killing spree, eventually incurring the wrath of many.

Su Tang was anxious. If Sophia was killed, how would she ever regain her human form? But she was currently seriously injured and couldn't make any significant movements. She could only nudge him with her pink paw and let out a weak meow.

"Meow~"

The sound was faint, but in the silent hall, it reached everyone's ears.

The Death God's hand paused mid-stroke, his eyes lowering slightly. His eyelashes were long and curled, and this slight downward tilt of his head gave him a rare air of gentleness. "Stupid creature, you're awake." He spoke languidly, then glanced at the trembling young women in the hall. "Among these unsightly women, is there any that catches your eye? If so, I'll let her be your nourishment."

Su Tang didn't want anyone to die, nor did she want anyone to be her nourishment. However, if she refused outright, the Death God would surely order more sacrifices.

She frowned, glancing at herself lying on the ground, unsupported. What a mess!

Having spent a long time with her, the Death God knew she was intelligent. Seeing her expression, he raised an eyebrow. "Don't like this batch?"

Su Tang, "Meow!"

Please, let me go, stop this.

The Death God gazed into her sapphire blue eyes. Although she had only meowed once, he understood the meaning behind her words.

He clicked his tongue, his face full of disdain. "Stupid creature, kindness is not something needed in the Death God's palace."

Su Tang fell silent, turning her head away.

The Death God chuckled, lifting her ear. "Stupid creature, such a temper. Do you want to go down there and join them?"

Su Tang calmly twitched her ear. He had said this countless times. If it were possible, she would have died many times over.

As expected, after sulking for a while, he dismissed everyone.

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