"Protect the Egg!"

"The egg shall be protected!"

"The egg's survival is a must!"

"Be careful! Don't break the egg!"

He never thought that the first order he had to commit to was to deal with protecting an egg. 

What egg? How will his family know? 

Lang Yuan was suddenly transferred to an unknown world without notice and while in a daze at what the hell was happening to him, he was pushed towards the chaos of people. Everyone is trampling, trying to form a human barrier while surrounding a square glass casket. 

Inside the square glass casket is an egg the size of an ostrich, which is yellowish with little red spots, and is wrapped in what seems to be fine silk, littered with golden runes and mystical symbols. 

As to why it seems that these people are worshipping this single egg, Lang Yuan has no idea. His little knowledge about human religion and what-not only valued a cent, but this does not mean that he's stupid.

Humans tend to make a religion out of a human being or a figure that brought salvation to a lot of people in times of unfavorable conditions akin to saving humanity. Or at least made some heaven-defying contribution that lead to a large-scale development that can be proudly written as part of human history. 

While some animals are also accounted for since idols and gods could not only be limited to a human form. There are many stories related to the world's creation or any pseudo-spiritual intervention that took animal forms that most often than not are utilized as guides. 

In history, it has been said that Egyptians worship cats, and even some Asian countries treat animals as gods or messengers. 

But he never heard of an egg religion, the egg worshippers.

Though, when he thought about it, maybe there was something inside the egg. Like an heir or a god-like creature that can be a descendant of some funny-cracking god who likes to watch people's lives as if treating it as a soap opera. That's reasonable. 

And once the god is bored, yes bored watching people, decided to have some fun and dropped a bomb - like this unknown egg - to create chaos. It sounds ridiculous but aren't gods fond of doing troublesome things?

If that's the case, then, Lang Yuan could only curse his bad luck. 

Who would ever think that after dying an unspeakable death, he will be sacrificing his life again to protect an egg? And whatever egg it is, what is his relevance towards it? It's not that he is the one who laid it, right?

Lang Yuan wasn't given time to contemplate as he was dropped right in the middle of the war. No matter how much he wants to just walk away and forget everything about this "egg protecting" scheme, he will either be pulled by those people back inside the formation or be pushed by the incoming reinforcements. 

Our family's poor little jade could only do nothing but follow the flow!

After being dragged by the flow of the tide, Lang Yuan somehow managed to land at the side of the glass casket. He was actually pushed towards the casket, his face funny, flattened unto the surface, looking like a pressed pig. His nose was crushed in between sobs, and Lang Yuan is actually kissing the glass ah!

You, you... Stop pushing! Can't you see that he's becoming a pancake? ( •̀ㅁ•́;)

But who will listen to him anyway? And can even our little brother, no - even if he is a big brother, how could a single man without power or ability stop this mob of angry people? As a modern man who never encountered something dangerous, and possesses a meek personality, Lang Yuan could only silently cry. 

So the family's jade could only do nothing but let himself follow the flow and pushed himself slightly off to the glass to at least keep some space to breathe and not completely destroy his face by completely flattening it through the glass.

The people keep on pushing in when suddenly a loud bang reverberated. The ground shook in terror accompanied by a thousand steps coming in their direction. The people forming the human barrier yelled while hastily tightening the formation. This time, Lang Yuan can no longer resist with his meager strength and was pushed toward the glass.

Surprisingly, the glass did not break; not even a crack can be discerned. But Lang Yuan was shoved inside, passing through the glass as if it was a membrane. In an instant, he found himself standing inside the glass casket. 

Lang Yuan: "..."

The people are busy protecting the egg that they didn't notice a young man appearing inside the glass casket. Lang Yuan also didn't much have a reaction at first since he is too stunned by the sudden entrance. He only came to his senses when the glass casket shook from all the movements coming from the outside. 

He tried pushing the glass outwards lightly, wondering if he could pass through it like before but the casket seemed to solidify after his entry. He then tried knocking on it harder, then kicking it, until he resorted to punching, but the glass didn't budge. 

It became hard as hell. 

Lang Yuan tried yelling help in hopes of getting others' attention, but it seems like the casket is subduing his voice. No matter what he does, nobody noticed him. Lang Yuan found it funny. These people are barricading this glass casket like a treasure, yet they didn't have someone guard it visually.

Are they not afraid that I will steal their egg?

It was only afterward when one of the people on the side of the casket found Lang Yuan banging into the glass while calling a soundless voice. This person was shocked and hurriedly pulled the person beside him to look at the object he was pointing at. This second person also has the same reaction and pinched a few comrades to look at the glass casket.

The crowd suddenly became silent, looking at the young, petite boy inside the casket. The egg is still in the middlemost part, safely tucked in. The chaos that seem to have no end fell into a deadly silence. Lang Yuan stopped the banging and lowered his head, wanting to dig a hole and hide.

It's good they noticed him, but it's really awkward to be looked at with such many people. And with the effect of the glass casket, it is as if they are watching over a specimen.