Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

His eyes were unfocused, his mind drifted into the realm, and he concentrated on experiencing this beautiful and delicious world.

The wind was a bit loud, so Xia Jie told the wind: Bro, keep it down.

The request transformed into ripples of the heart, spreading outwards, and then the flow of air suddenly became gentle, and gravity also became soft.

Then the second meteor disappeared as well.

Rather than falling, Xia Jie is now more like slowly sinking in water, the scorching air transformed into the gentlest caress under the call of the love of the roots.

He slammed his head into the ground, his head lightly touching the top of the Pudding Mountains.

The pudding surface sank to a depth of about 0.5 ticks under his weight, then bounced back up after Xia Jie lay flat, like a spring mattress, and bounced him back to a standing position.

As Xia Jie bounced back from the ground, she adjusted her movements and shifted her center of gravity, managing to stand firmly.

Lu Ziyun was about twenty meters away from him, hovering precisely 1.3 meters above the top of Pudding Mountain.

She stepped onto the pudding-like surface, took two steps, and the surface of the pudding under her feet first left a shallow indentation, which then slowly bounced back.

She squatted down, poked the ground with her finger, dipped it in the slightly sticky icing, and put it in her mouth to taste.

"Caramel flavor, is it because too much gelatin was added or it was overcooked?" She looked up at Xia Jie. "More than the sensory taste, I'm curious about what the taste of love feels like."

"It depends on the type of love. For example, love between lovers can be divided into two feelings: heart-fluttering and excitement."

As Xia Jie answered, she looked around.

"Little Deer, don't you feel the mountain shaking?"

The little deer also felt it; the pudding-like surface beneath her feet was indeed trembling at a rather obvious rate, much stronger than the mountain tremors she had observed as she fell, with a dull yet powerful rhythm, like something forcefully striking a drumhead.

She turned her head.

On the shadowy side of Pudding Mountain, a colossal beast, about four stories tall, was slowly approaching them. It had no title displayed and was not a player.

Its body was covered with thick, caramel-colored scales. With each step it took, crumbs of icing from the edges of its scales would fall, leaving a trail of icing behind it.

Its four legs are as thick as pillars, and when it lands, the pudding-like ground is deeply dented, leaving footprints that are difficult to erase. The act of walking itself creates constantly undulating waves of pudding.

Due to the limitations of the Internet, all intelligent beings can receive more or less protection. Since it can appear here as food, it means that it is an unintelligent AI.

The giant beast turned its lowered head toward them, its nostrils flaring as it exhaled a cloud of golden heat.

Xia Jie raised her right hand, palm facing up.

The golden heat dissipated as it drifted towards him. The giant beast's nostrils twitched twice more, then it lowered its head, brought its massive cheek close to Xia Jie, and rubbed against his shoulder.

The force was very light, only slightly heavier than when a cat rubs against someone. Considering the size of that giant beast, it was already extremely gentle.

"Is this your 'love's influence'?" Little Deer took a step back. "Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a hypnotic app that turns you into a permanent star of rage."

"That's how conceptual abilities work; if you don't like it, don't play."

Xia Jie patted the giant beast's chin; it was sticky to the touch, like a freshly baked candied sweet potato.

"It thinks I smell good, so I make it think I shouldn't be eaten and should be treated as a friend. Given the logic of its bionic AI, it wouldn't say things like 'Brother, you smell good' or 'Friends taste good'."

The giant beast gave a low groan, slowly turned around, and walked back into the depths of the Pudding Mountains.

The little deer watched the giant beast disappear behind the ridgeline, then turned back to look at Xia Jie.

"Your ability to find food is practically a cheat code. A restaurant that prioritizes skill and strength would really become a buffet here, with delicious food falling from the sky."

'It's not just about finding food; it's like having cheat codes in every aspect.'

Xia Jie muttered to herself.

Over the next few days, they traversed less than 1% of the low-risk outermost area of ​​the Gourmet Continent.

The surface of Sprite Lake is crystal clear, with tiny bubbles constantly rising in the sunlight.

When those bubbles rise to the surface and burst, they carry a cool lemon scent. At the same time, the dense carbon dioxide bubbles create a high-frequency crackling sound as the water flows, which feels like the comfort of cleaning your ears with a cotton swab.

The little deer squatted on the shore, scooped up a handful, and as it tasted it, its eyebrows slightly raised and its Adam's apple bobbed. Then, looking up at the mint-leaf-shaped clouds slowly drifting across the lake, it uttered a short but clear assessment:

"Pass."

Xia Jie also tried it, and the moment it entered her mouth, it felt like her entire brain had been doused with ice water. The aroma of seven or eight kinds of citrus fruits exploded on her tongue at the same time, and the coolness lingered in her throat for a full ten seconds.

He glanced at the few players floating in the middle of the lake.

Those people lay directly on the water's surface, letting the bubbles carry their bodies as they slowly rotated, their faces radiating a serene peace that seemed to say "world peace" and "no regrets in this life."

One of them waved and greeted them enthusiastically, his sparkling water glass reflecting the bright sunlight. His appearance reminded Xia Jie of an old friend who had won the revival match.

Although the restaurant itself encourages violence, most of the time the players are quite harmonious. After all, the common food in these low-risk areas is too plentiful and the creatures are too weak, so there is really no need to fight.

The Chollez Dam spans the outlet of Sprite Lake, blocking part of the water flow and forming a small waterfall with a vertical drop of about five meters.

Yes, the dam itself is a giant chocolate-coated ice cream bar, studded with tiny bits of nuts and chocolate chips. It melts slightly in the sunlight, gleaming deliciously, and every few minutes a few crumbs peel off the edges and fall into the maple sap river below.

Several players were squatting at the bottom of the dam, catching the debris with cups, which looked like some kind of ritualistic check-in.

The Fire Dragon Valley, a hundred kilometers away, presents a completely different scene. Because the fire dragons are killed and roasted by players as soon as they spawn, it is also known as Roasted Dragon Valley by long-term guests.

It was an open valley with a ground of light brown stone slabs, or more accurately, rocks that had been repeatedly baked by high temperatures.

In the center of the valley, several metal roasting forks, as long as flagpoles in a playground, lay horizontally. Huge chunks of meat with marbled cuts hung from the forks, coated with some kind of dark red sauce. The oil dripped onto the charcoal fire below from time to time, stirring up a puff of fragrant white smoke.

A person was standing next to the roasting fork.

The man was wearing an apron with the words "Today is another day of hard hunting" printed on it. He held a half-meter-long bone knife in each hand and was flipping a piece of meat. He looked to be about thirty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His hair was tied in a bun, and his skillful movements gave off an air of "I've been doing this for two hundred years."

If I get a little older, I might be able to call myself the Barbecue Master.

Xiao Lu walked over and greeted him: "Hey! Old Wei!"

The chef, referred to as Old Wei, looked up, grinned when he saw who it was, and said, "Hey, Little Deer! Long time no see. Where have you been lately?"

"We've met our match." Little Deer pointed backward in Xia Jie's direction with her thumb. "We lost the duel."

Old Wei's gaze fell on Xia Jie, looking her up and down, and he gave her an approving look without asking any further questions.

"Let's have some barbecue to cheer ourselves up. The dragon meat was just slaughtered this morning, it's fresh and smells delicious."

He said, slicing off a large, thin piece of meat with a bone knife. The cut surface of the meat was a perfect pink, and the fat at the edges curled slightly in the warmth. "You're a regular customer, so I'll give you a 20% discount today."

"A discount at a free restaurant?" Little Deer chuckled.

"It's all about the presentation." Old Wei tossed the slices of meat onto the stone slab, and with a sizzle, the aroma rose. "Besides, with my culinary skills, the dragon meat I roast can glow. One bite is worth three thousand meals outside."

Xia Jie took the rolled-up slice of roasted meat that Lao Wei handed her and put it in her mouth.

"Wow, ice!"

The moment the meat entered his mouth, a warm current spread from his esophagus to his limbs, and his body temperature instantly rose by more than ten degrees. He felt warm all over, like a person who was about to freeze to death finding a hot spring, or like being embraced by a warm young woman, a warmth that came from the depths of his soul.

"How is it?" Old Wei asked.

Xia Jie swallowed the dragon meat and gave a serious evaluation: "Happiness value +30, rating: the best of the best."

Old Wei burst into laughter, his face contorted like a dragon, a scene of pure joy akin to finding a kindred spirit amidst a beautiful landscape.

After leaving Roasted Dragon Valley, they crossed a vinegar plain where dumplings were raining down. Each dumpling was the size of a palm, falling densely from the violently rising gray-white clouds, landing silently and as light as a feather, piling up on the ground to form a thick dumpling carpet.

Every hour, the dumpling rain would be interrupted for a brief minute, during which players would seize the opportunity to rush into the vinegar field, scoop up a bunch of dumplings like they were scooping fish with a net, and stuff them into their portable containers.

They say that dumplings picked within this minute taste the best.

A pair of players who looked like siblings were arguing about whether to dip their dumplings in vinegar or ketchup. Their voices could be heard clearly from dozens of meters away. Some passersby joined the discussion, while others chose to walk around them.

Further ahead, there is a bubble water waterfall that runs through the mountain range.

The waterfall has a drop of about twenty meters, and the sound of the water echoes in the valley, filling the entire space with white noise.

The splashing water carried dense carbon dioxide bubbles, and the mist enveloped the entire valley, refracting rainbow patterns in the sunlight.

The air humidity here is very high, feeling almost like a sauna without heat, and the air is filled with a sweet, sugary aroma.

As the deer passed by, it casually scooped up a handful of water droplets from the end of the waterfall, took a sip, and then squinted its eyes in satisfaction, its eyelashes fluttering slightly, as happy as a dead horse that had just realized it had successfully stirred up trouble.

The Cheese Canyon that followed made them stay longer than expected.

The canyon walls are made of golden, hard cheese, with holes the size of mouse holes on the surface, making it a perfect place for Jerry to live.

At the bottom of the canyon flows a pale yellow river about three meters wide, which is melted cheese paste, warm and thick, with a uniform and rich sheen on the surface as it flows slowly.

Several giant slices of bread floated on the river like natural floating islands. Several players were squatting on the edge of the bread slices, scooping up cheese with spoons and kneading it with other ingredients they had on them.

The little deer squatted on the bank, used its magic wand to test the "water" temperature of the Cheese River, and then uttered some rather uncivilized words with satisfaction.

"Soaking your feet is just right."

She took off her boots and soaked her feet in the cheese sauce, which crackled and sizzled, releasing a fragrant aroma.

A player who was munching on a small bread roll passed by, glanced down at the golden liquid at her feet, and looked at her with a subtle envy in his eyes. Xia Jie guessed that he was an old friend from the porridge bar.

The Pumpkin House and the Milk Hot Spring are not far apart, connected only by a chocolate bean path.

The Pumpkin House is a huge orange pumpkin with its interior hollowed out by the long-term residents. It is about two stories high, with the patterns on its shell clearly visible, and the doors and windows are all opened on the pumpkin's natural ridges.

Laughter and the clinking of cutlery could be heard from inside the room from time to time.

The milk hot spring consists of dozens of circular, milky-white pools. The water is always kept warm, with a thin layer of milk skin floating on the surface. Occasionally, bubbles rise from the bottom of the pool and burst, releasing a warm, milky fragrance.

Several people were chatting while soaking in the hot spring. One of them had his head resting on the shore, holding a cup of wild dog milk in his hand, looking as relaxed as if he had been soaking in the hot spring for a hundred years.

Perhaps it really has been soaking for a hundred years.

Xia Jie and the other person glanced at it from afar but did not linger.

A rainbow of sugar mist stretched for tens of kilometers across the boundary between the plains and the mountains. It wasn't a real rainbow, but rather an effect created by sunlight shining through a band of seven-colored sugar mist suspended in the air.

The sugar mist is extremely fine and dense, floating in the wind like clumps of scattered colorful cotton. When you reach through the sugar mist, your fingertips will feel a subtle, sweet sensation, like you've just squeezed a piece of fruit candy and then let go, leaving a very faint sweet fragrance on your fingertips.

The golden apple tree stood alone at the end of the sugary rainbow.

The tree is not tall, about the thickness of two people's arms, and its golden crown is adorned with a dozen or so pure golden apples.

A wooden sign stands at the base of the tree, with crookedly written words such as "How would you divide it among the Greek gods?", and other small messages.

Next to the wooden sign sat a little boy, enjoying a bite of one of the golden apples. The flesh exposed at the bite mark was translucent amber in color, shimmering with a subtle luster in the sunlight.

The deer picked two and continued on their way with Xia Jie.

Ice Cream Mountain is a famous landmark in the low-risk food production area, and its outline can be clearly seen from the plains.

The mountaintop was covered with a thick layer of creamy snow, and small flags could sometimes be seen stuck in the gentle slopes of the snow, marking various flavors of trail markers.