abnormal mutation

Chapter 73 Food
As night falls, the dark moon and the stars reflect each other.

Julia was already able to walk on her own. Alex set the food in her room, Roland summoned Drake, and the four of them sat down together for dinner.

The creatures of the spirit world are very peculiar. Their physiological structure is similar to that of real creatures, but their bodies are almost semi-digitalized. They have far fewer weaknesses than humans, and even a piercing of the heart is not fatal. They have high resistance, and food is only an auxiliary factor. Their survival mainly depends on their spirituality.

“A rough test shows that the spiritual glimmer is extremely pure, fully meeting the requirements. I won’t test the specific purity,” Yulia said, feigning indifference.

“Hmm.” Roland understood. Yulia was afraid of getting another result that went against the norm, so it was better not to test at all. He should be careful not to expose himself too easily and attract unwanted attention.

"Do you need me to find someone to appraise those butcher knives for you?"

"No need, it has already checked for me."

"Oh, I almost forgot."

The two chatted idly, while Alex, sitting next to them, looked completely bewildered. He glanced left and right, then silently lowered his head and ate his food.

During the meal, Moreno personally brought over a wallet containing a full 800 German dollars. The item couldn't have been sold so quickly; it was clearly a premium purchase by the Chamber of Commerce.

He made over a thousand German dollars in cash, and he didn't sell the most valuable items, such as the bow, magical items, and potions. He also kept a hunting rifle and several pocket watches.

After Moreno left, Roland counted out 400 German dollars from his wallet, stuffed them into the wallet, and placed it in front of Julia: "1200, is that enough?"

He was obviously referring to the cost of the potion ingredients; Yulia couldn't possibly charge him for his labor.

"More or less." Yulia didn't count and casually put it aside.

After dinner, the two men and two wolves returned to their room. Roland had hesitated several times, but in the end he listened to Pro's advice and did not tell Julia about the Seventh Authority.

It wasn't a lack of trust, but rather a fear of causing even greater trouble. The Seventh Apostle was adept at using memories to spy on others on a large scale, thereby "manipulating" the development of events. Revealing it rashly would likely result in being discovered, which would put Roland and Julia in great danger.

Roland locked the Eye of Pro in a box, closed the doors and windows, lay down on the bed, and quietly entered the spirit world.

"Shall we go hunting today?" Drake asked eagerly, his two throwing axes spinning incessantly in his hands.

"Let's get started." Roland laughed heartily; only here could he feel completely relaxed and free.

The chessboard trembled slightly, hovering around the edge of the gravity wasteland, searching for a new target.

'I wonder if high-sequence extraordinary beings can enter the spirit world in their true form. If they can, then the chessboard would be my divine kingdom, wouldn't it? There's no need to fear the threats of the real world at all.' His thoughts were jumping around, with all sorts of ideas popping up one after another.

"Are they those winged red scorpions?" Drake asked, pointing to several flying scorpions not far away.

"They're all the same..."

Before he could finish speaking, Drake had already leaped out of the bubble and rushed straight ahead. The two wolves glanced at Roland and followed closely behind.

Fifteen minutes later, Drake returned carrying a pile of severed limbs and casually threw them on the ground.

Roland's eyelids twitched. With this level of tattered state, it would take all night to piece together a complete one.

"Cough, four of them. They're flying too fast. I can only deal with them in close combat..." Drake looked a little awkward.

His newly built confidence from the real world was almost destroyed by a few small insects. The spinning axe was powerful, but its trajectory was easy to predict and its tracking range was limited. It almost backfired when dealing with these incredibly fast flying insects.

"No problem, you're tough as nails, even if you break through their defenses," Roland teased. Drake: "..."

"Could this be some extraordinary material?" Roland casually picked up a red scorpion tail that was over thirty centimeters long, his face showing a thoughtful expression. The scorpion tail was indeed a place rich in extraordinary characteristics. "Should we keep some?"

He picked out a relatively intact scorpion tail and placed it in a corner of the command platform, then clapped his hands: "Next time, try to catch one alive. Keep a few; they'll be useful for organizing gladiatorial combat or as rewards."

"Let me try."

Roland casually waved his hand, feeding all the insect corpses to the Rune Seed. He was about to become an Extraordinary, and improving his own strength was of paramount importance. Moreover, with his current strength, he could only summon one chess piece into the real world; more would be useless.

After swallowing the insect corpse, the Rune Seed showed no reaction whatsoever. He wasn't surprised; it took more than forty needle mayflies to gather one unit of extraordinary trait, so feeding the Rune Seed would probably be even more difficult.

Next, the chessboard circled the Gravity Wasteland, using provocation tactics to harvest several waves of flying insects of varying numbers. Roland seized the opportunity to capture five flying insects that had entered the chessboard: two stinging mayflies and three red flying scorpions.

These flying insects weren't entirely brainless; no matter how much the two wolves provoked them, they never left the Gravity Wasteland again.

Helpless, he had no choice but to let the chessboard drift further away. As expected, the provocation worked again. It seems that they are not from the same group and are in competition with each other.

As dawn approached, he had probably killed thirty or forty flying insects, and the Rune Seed's rhythm quickened, appearing quite cheerful.

"The pace was excellent today," Roland said with satisfaction. "Let's prepare for today's mock match."

With a wave of his hand, the scene changed, and the Dragon's Nest and the Fat Fire Dragon appeared.

The command post in the corner was rather conspicuous, with a contract, a staff of lament, a butcher's knife, extraordinary materials, and a few flying insects. He immediately commanded a barrier to cover them, isolating them, and with shifting light and shadow, they became invisible and disappeared.

"These butcher knives are a bit of a waste. It would be great if they could be transformed into extraordinary traits." He said casually, but to his surprise, the rune seed actually trembled and responded to him.

"You really want to eat it?!"

He picked up two butcher knives, tossed them into the air, and the rune seed appeared in a flash, swallowing it whole, his main approach being to accept anything that came his way.

If that's the case...

His eyes gleamed, and dangerous ideas began to surface in his mind: magical items, potions, sealed artifacts, highly polluted extraordinary qualities extracted by extraordinary beings, extraordinary materials... Could these also work?
I just don't know if the Rune Seed will have indigestion.

Amazing items are rare finds, so keep them if you can use them, unless they're really useless.

The power of these butcher knives is to grow larger and harder, making them difficult to destroy. The wielder will be in a state of extreme hunger, becoming gluttonous, obese, and stupid. Roland originally intended to sell them.

'It's good that they can eat; hopefully, this butcher's knife won't be wasted.'

He focused his mind and, through the seven mediums he sensed on the chessboard, his "vision" pierced through the spirit world and reflected in the real world, guided by the mediums to land in the northernmost town of the Alavia continent. In a hazy state, he perceived eight "stars".

'Eight?' Roland paused for a moment, then remembered that Julia happened to have a spiritual glimmer in her hand.

'What do we do?'

His perception of the holders is still vague. Glacier Town is too small, and it is difficult for him to accurately distinguish each person. He may make a mistake in judgment.

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