He stomped his foot fiercely, and at this moment, the conical mountain emitted a flash of light, revealing a piece...
Gold Ore!
"Just like this, providing gold mines for my family's dynasty across generations!"
Granny glanced at them and said, "Don't you find it strange that this mountain is shaped like a cone? That's because it has been transformed by my family's power!"
"Our family instructed these slaves that the gold mined must be sent here, because within the mountain is a device to teleport gold, and we also send food down to ensure their survival."
"Over time, you Demon Race will be able to only reproduce underground, survive underground, forever... becoming slaves to my family's dynasty!"
"Until you transform into beings that only know how to exchange gold for food with the gods, just mining for our family, while we will become your Demon Race's gods!"
As she spoke, Granny shook her head again: "That was the plan, but a mistake happened long ago. My ancestor accidentally sent down a Devil Fruit, the Curse-Curse Fruit, which was eaten by one of the Demon Race."
"At that time, your Demon Race hadn't yet surrendered. After consuming that Devil Fruit, this plan was completely ruined. That demon acquired curse-related powers and crafted a batch of cursed gold ore. By the time the ancestor found out, it was too late; those gold ores were already turned into gold coins and circulated, leading to the so-called 'cursed gold coins.'
"These coins guide their holders to come here, seeking the depths until they find your Demon Race exists. Ever since then, rather than seeing us as gods, your Demon Race has tried to return to the surface, even though you're merely slaves!"
"My... tribe?" Las stood there in a daze, his eyes glazing over.
He had always thought of himself as just an ordinary human, only slightly different, as his eyes and body were slightly different, but otherwise no different from humans.
Not only him, but his father thought the same.
No one ever imagined they actually belonged to another race...
"However, it's not without its fun either."
He pointed his finger downward, fixing his gaze on the ground, with eyes startlingly wide open, and shouted, "Sometimes, an accident creates new amusement!"
Boom!
The entire island trembled mysteriously at this moment, especially the highest point, the conical mountain, whose tremors intensified, making it difficult for people standing to stay firm.
The conical mountain is very tall, visible from its peak overlooking the entire island, while the vast ocean can be seen even if not detailed.
In the surrounding ocean, massive waves rolled in, surging towards the island, pounding its edges, with the closer the moon is to the sky's center, the more intense the waves become, making the island shiver.
"Don't you think this trembling, combined with the waves, is like the island crying?" Granny laughed.
"Blood's Cry!" Las shouted, "It's Blood's Cry!"
"Yes, according to the legend of Anu Country, the gold mines filled with blood have cursed the earth, making it weep. But long ago, bribed scholars proved this doomed not by cries but by waves causing the island's echo, but..."
Granny's eyes widened, a grotesque grin spread across her face, "This truly is Blood's Cry! Little brat, your tribe is crying underground, hahaha!"
"Every time this day comes, I become delighted..."
Granny opened her arms, a look of ecstasy, "The Demon Race wants to return to the surface, they have the ability to dig through, but it's futile. These periodic echoing waves make the underground shake, causing passages closer to the surface to collapse no matter how hard they dig, ultimately it's in vain, so they see their labor wasted, leaving them to weep... only to weep!"
"After crying, they continue digging, until collapse occurs, then cry again, three hundred years, a full three hundred years, this is the cry and shout of the defeated rebels."
"This is the beautiful Blood's Cry!"
Granny grimly held out three fingers, "How intriguing, three hundred years ago, due to the Demon Race's accident, resulting in the unique phenomenon of Blood's Cry, three hundred years of revolt, three hundred years of futility, three hundred years of helplessness!"
"Just thinking about it makes me very pleased, this is simply the pinnacle of domination! Hahahaha! Absolutely fabulous!!"
Bam!!
A fist slammed fiercely against his face, but it didn't even have the qualification to move his body.
Granny stood against Sage's fist, looking at this increasingly cold individual, chuckling: "Oh? Are you angry at the fate of the wretches? Only the same kind empathizes with the same, indeed you are mere wretches..."
"Don't get it twisted."
Sage said coldly: "I'm only angry at your way of ruling. True domination requires willing service, with me indulging in hearty meals, while they drink soup feeling satisfied. Under my concept of dominion, everyone has their role, utilizing their abilities, making my governed land flourish, elevating my dominion rather than your third-rate tactics!"