When the village held funerals, it had a custom called “Ox-Cutting.”
Each member of the bereaved family would take a blade in the mourning hall and hack a live ox to death as an offering to the departed.
A friend brought me along to watch the ritual.
I never imagined that when I woke up, I would have become that “ox.”
The villagers closed in around me with knives in hand.
But what they didn’t know was that I was the sole Earth Master successor.