The crowd fell silent, this was too much.
Not only were they exiled, but now they were being asked to support the civilization inside that bread?
Isn't this like being robbed, left penniless, and then being asked to borrow money to treat you to dinner?
Is there no justice left, no natural order?
Someone exclaimed angrily, "Damn it, we have no energy supplies left, reduced to beggars outside his bakery, about to starve to death, and he expects us, on the brink of starvation, to cut our flesh to feed his people?"
This is simply preposterous.
If they, without supplies, were to cut their flesh, how is that different from hastening their own deaths?
Beside them, a skeletal strong man hesitated, "Your Majesty Hundred Mouths, we should not fall for his ploy, we must not use our Divine Power to nourish those mortals!"
"He wants to initiate the Zodiac Era, with everyone cultivating Star Power... obviously treating us as an energy source!"
