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Chapter 244 The Man Who Starved to Death

hungry.

So hungry.

An intense hunger traveled from my stomach to my brain, and a rumbling sound echoed through my body, as piercing as thunder. Even though I had already eaten so many hamburgers, my body was still instinctively craving food.

The more you eat, the hungrier you become.

Why am I so hungry?
He didn't know; his brain was incapable of thinking. At this moment, hunger was driving Henry almost completely insane. When a person is extremely hungry, they have no time to think about anything else; it's the instinct for survival.

Even so, when Henry's gaze swept over the post office on the street corner, his memories began to surface again.

That's right, the post office itself works there.
Was there ever an unclaimed package?
“Package.” He murmured the word unconsciously.

Now, he can't remember what was in the package at all, only that he opened it and that after opening it, hunger seemed to take root and sprout in his body.

But this thought only flashed through Henry's mind for a few seconds before being overwhelmed by intense hunger.

So he staggered away from the hamburger stand and ran toward a restaurant, leaving behind only twenty or so hamburger wrappers on the ground, attracting swarms of carrion flies.

When Ma Zhaodi saw Henry rush in, a bad feeling immediately rose in his heart.

"If it weren't for the fact that there's a 'Big Eater' in the DC universe that I've never heard of, then I must have run into some weird event again."

The problem is that he doesn't know DC very well, and he has absolutely no memory of such a strange and absurd event as the "Mediterranean glutton who binge eats".

"I want fish and chips, steak, Yorkshire pudding, and shepherd's pie. Everything, everything on the menu!"

The fat man ordered food eagerly, as if he were a starving ghost, wanting to eat everything on the menu, and Ma Zhaodi became increasingly aware of the man's unusual behavior.

Aside from his abnormally large appetite, his stomach didn't bulge at all after eating so many hamburgers, as if the hamburgers hadn't gone into his stomach but had gone to another dimension. There were also some strange flies swarming around him. Although there were only two or three at first glance, once you paid attention, you would find that the smell of insects on him was getting stronger and stronger.

"Only corpses attract flies," Ma Zhaodi thought, but this fat man clearly looked alive, and he didn't have any particularly rotten smell that would attract flies and mosquitoes. Why would flies and mosquitoes be attracted to him?

He tried to talk to the mosquitoes, but strangely, they didn't respond to him at all, only making a noisy buzzing sound, like meaningless noise.

Animals in this world aren't very intelligent, but generally speaking, they can't remain completely unresponsive—unless they are being controlled.

While he was thinking, the fat man was already sitting at the table, eating heartily with gusto, spooning and forking, his fast eating attracting the attention of people around the restaurant.

"My God, look at that guy, how could he possibly eat all that food?"

“Jesus, this is too rude. People shouldn’t torture their bodies like this.”

Ten minutes later, all the dishes on the table in front of the man were cleared out. The waiter, dressed in a suit and looking astonished, stood beside him and finally had a chance to try to speak.

"Uh, are you satisfied, sir?"

"More, I want more, steak, fries, cream cake!" "Okay."

Watching the man grab a steak from the table and stuff it into his mouth, Ma Zhaodi's expression turned extremely serious. He was 100% certain that this man's physical and mental state was extremely abnormal, and in a negative way.

But he hasn't shown any aggression so far, which makes Ma Zhaodi unsure of what to do.

Henry didn't care about the stares of the other people in the restaurant. The more he ate, the stronger his hunger became. It was as if a black hole was tearing his flesh from the inside. Fear completely took away his last bit of rationality, and he was completely consumed by hunger.

Even after he finished eating everything on his own table, he still couldn't resist wanting to eat more, so he turned his gaze to the table next to him, ran over, grabbed the food from their plates, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing!"

"Call the police!"

"Someone do something! He's sick!"

The two people at the table cried out in shock and anger, but the next second, everyone saw that the fat man's round face began to sag, and his skin became extremely loose, as if the flesh and fat under his skin had been completely sucked away, leaving only a loose and sagging shell—his hands, his face, his body were all like this. In just a few minutes, he went from a fat man to a skinny and bony monster.

"No, I want to keep eating, I want to keep eating!"

The man grabbed a blonde woman's skirt with his greasy hands. He was so hungry that he had lost his mind. He stuffed the tablecloth into his mouth with his left hand and grabbed the woman's leg with his right.

"No, please!"

However, Henry ignored him and opened his mouth to bite into it.

"Ahhh!"

Ma Zhaodi stopped watching. The scene in front of him was just like Resident Evil. Marvel had done zombie universes before. What if DC also had a zombie virus event?
He strode forward and immediately pinned the man to the ground. The man struggled violently, and at that moment, Ma Zhaodi felt a tremendous force coming from his hands. He wondered if it was due to some kind of virus, but his strength was extraordinary.

Fortunately, Ma Zhaodi was able to barely keep him under control. He carefully examined the man but found no signs of decay in the man's pupils, fingernails, teeth, or skin, which made him even more confused.

Just then, the restaurant's manager and waiters finally arrived, and upon seeing this scene, they were instantly enraged.

"Send this newborn to the police station!"

"My God, he's suddenly become skin and bones!"

Amid the crowd's anger, Ma Zhaodi pulled the fallen man aside by himself, but soon, without food to sustain him, he collapsed to the ground, lost consciousness, and fell into a coma.

Unlike zombies, Ma Zhaodi thought to himself, zombies couldn't possibly have such poor endurance; otherwise, humans could escape the crisis by simply hiding for a few days to avoid being eaten.

He could sense that the man's vital signs were rapidly fading, so he immediately activated his "I didn't kill him" skill, trying to keep him alive. But strangely, after the man was lifted onto the stretcher, his head lolled to the side, and he passed away.

[Warning: Skill level insufficient to block lethal force]

(End of this chapter)