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Thwack!

A whip struck flesh, accompanied by the scattering of dry, black minotaur fur, along with overseer Makas' curses.

"Damn beast, didn't you eat? Move those rocks faster for your grandpa!"

The minotaur carrying stones staggered, collapsed to the ground, and the stone on its shoulder crashed down, kicking up dust and rubble.

"Playing dead, are you? Get up for me."

Makas vigorously lashed the minotaur lying on the ground, whipping noises and flying fur filled the air.

The other sub-human miners passing by kept their distance, not daring to come near, afraid that getting closer would get them whipped as well.

The black minotaur lay motionless on the ground, enduring the punishment without even a cry of pain.

"Hmm? Truly dead. You, yes, you, the one with the shit-brown fur, come over here and carry this black beast away," Makas ordered, waving his whip towards a kobold passing by ten meters away.