Cortis said impatiently, “Bring out everything you have.”

The young sheep beastman was nearly in tears. With its lips shriveled, it pleaded. “My family of three—three males and one female—rely on this rice for a living. Please spare us some.”

Cortis set down Irina and flipped open his snakeskin, retrieving a transparent pea-sized crystal from the innermost layer. “I want all the rice in your village.”

Merely standing on the ground made Irina feel giddy and shaky. It was only by holding onto the stone counter that she managed to steady herself.

What is this? Just a ball and you’re demanding to have their entire village’s rice. Cortis, are you...