What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

A man dressed as a chef came out, pinching his nose with one hand and carrying a bulging garbage bag in the other.

He hurried toward the trash can, leaving a trail of liquid dripping from the black garbage bag behind him.

Lifting the lid of the bucket, a stench hits you.

The chef frowned, his face contorted with disgust as he muttered under his breath, "What a terrible day! Of all the days, it has to be me taking out the trash. It's really unbelievable, these days stray cats keep coming in and rummaging through the garbage cans, making the alleyway a disgusting mess every day, the air is filled with this awful smell, and it's causing me to get fined all the time… No, I'll have to go buy some rat poison later. Next time I'll add it to these leftovers. If they dare to steal any more, I'll poison them to death."

As he spoke, his face scrunched up, unable to bear the stench any longer. He quickly threw the garbage containing leftover food into the trash can, covered his nose with one hand, and turned to run back.

The smell was so awful and disgusting that he almost threw up his dinner from the night before.

As soon as the chef disappeared and the door closed, the man hiding in the shadows pounced on him like a mad dog that had smelled meat.

He yanked out the bag of greasy trash and eagerly tore it open.

The bag was full of leftover food from restaurant customers, meat and vegetables mixed together with rice, still warm.

smell good……

Today's food was better than yesterday's.

Overjoyed, the man reached into the bag without hesitation, grabbed a handful of leftover rice soaked in oil and mixed with chunks of meat, and wolfed it down.

He devoured the leftovers like a starving ghost, with only one thought in his mind.

We can finally have a good meal again... Before long, the whole bag of food was gone.

He leaned against the wall contentedly, let out a burp, gently stroked his belly which was swollen like a ball of flesh, and closed his eyes in blissful contentment.

This place is truly a treasure!

He hadn't gone hungry for a week.

If I could, I'd love to live here forever… The man smacked his lips, still savoring the lingering aroma, then muttered regretfully to himself, “What a pity, I can’t come tomorrow. I’ll have to find a new place again…”

The next second, the man, who was just lamenting his life, suddenly became inexplicably enraged and out of control.

He suddenly raised his hand and shoved the trash can to the ground, hysterically screaming into the night sky: "Why do I have to live such a miserable life? Why are some people born with no worries about food and clothing? Why are some people born with a healthy body? Why do they all have parents who love them? And me? I can only live a lonely life, hiding in the darkness, eating other people's leftovers day after day."

Who is to blame?

"It's all this cold-hearted society's fault! They don't care about poor people like me! They blame these heartless people! I just wanted to fill my stomach, why do they have to be so cruel? Why doesn't anyone help me?"

"It's not fair! It's not fair! God, you're blind!"

He clenched his fists and pounded on the overturned trash can repeatedly, the dull thuds echoing in the silent alley.

"Are you crying at your mother's grave? What's all the noise about in the middle of the night?"

A loud shout suddenly rang out.

The kitchen back door was pushed open, and the chef who had just taken out the trash walked out angrily, carrying a rolling pin in his hand.

"Fuck your mother!"

The chef immediately felt a surge of anger when he saw the dented trash can, the open garbage bag, and the disgusting food scraps mixed with oil all over the floor.

He pointed at the man and cursed, "I was wondering where this stray cat came from that had so much strength to drag the garbage bag out. Turns out it was you, you dead beggar, who was behind this!"

"I'm not a beggar!" the man roared in rebuttal.

"Fuck your mother."

The chef's temper flared up immediately.

He strode forward, looking down at the man in front of him with a round belly and a disgustingly unkempt appearance, as if he were looking at a maggot.

The next second, he raised his hand and slammed it down hard with a rolling pin.

A muffled thud.

The man's head instantly bled profusely, and warm blood flowed down his forehead in several streams.

"You dare to hit me?"

The man was in pain and furious, and he roared fiercely.

"I'll not only hit you, I'll slap you!" the chef gritted his teeth in anger. "You've turned this alley into a complete mess. Do you know how much effort it takes to clean it every day? Do you know how much the boss has fined the entire kitchen for this rubbish?"

The more he talked, the angrier he became, so the chef simply swung his arm and slapped the man hard across the face.

After slapping him, he grabbed the man's greasy, tangled hair and dragged him like a dead dog to the leftover food on the ground. He stepped on the man's back and said viciously, "Didn't you like eating this? Come on, eat it all! Don't leave a single bite!"

The man, like an overturned turtle, struggled on the ground with a face full of humiliation and a protruding belly.

The chef grinned, a ferocious smile spreading across his face, a strange purple light flashing in his eyes.

He pressed the man's head down, shoving his face into the pile of food scraps, laughing triumphantly, "Haha, eat, eat!"

Why should I have to endure all this?

That's unfair! That's unfair!

I hate it! I hate this world! I hate this society!

The man gritted his teeth, but could only unleash a silent, powerless rage in the face of this humiliation.

"Do you... want to take revenge on these people?"

A voice suddenly rang in his mind, and the man paused for only a moment before answering without hesitation, "Yes! I want it!"

"hehe."

A clear, crisp laugh rang out.

The chef stood frozen in place, unable to move, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The man looked up in confusion, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

From the depths of the alley, a little girl dressed as a dinosaur doll slowly walked out.

She stopped in front of the man, squatted down, looked him in the eye, and offered him a sausage. "Eat this, and you will gain unparalleled power to do whatever you want and take revenge on everyone."

"Who...are you?" the man asked hesitantly.

"Me?" The little girl smiled sweetly, tilting her head. Her face, hidden under the dinosaur costume, looked even more harmless. "I am Gratoni, one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Or, you can call me the Witch."

The man's pupils contracted sharply.

witch.

This is an ominous word. Witches bring destruction and disaster to the world, and every time they appear, they reap the lives of many innocent people.

Originally wanting revenge, he was overcome with an overwhelming sense of fear at this moment.

"What's wrong?" Seeing him trembling, the girl pushed the sausage forward further and asked with a smile, "Don't you want to take revenge on this heartless society? Don't you want to take revenge on these cold-blooded people?"

"Don't worry, I'm a very kind person. If you don't want to, then I'll leave, but you'll probably just rot and stink like a bedbug until you die!"

After the little girl finished speaking, she didn't linger any longer and immediately got up to leave.

The man, who had been silent until now, suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes. "I'll eat it!"

Without further hesitation, he swallowed the sausage in one gulp. Instantly, his stomach, which had been swollen like a ball of flesh, began to writhe strangely...

"Hungry...so hungry...I want to eat..."

Gratoni pointed to the chef, "There's food over there."

The man's eyes gleamed with a green light. He stood up, grabbed the chef, and began to devour him with his gaping maw.

“Enjoy this meal, and you’ll never be hungry again.” Gratoni patted him on the back. “This whole city will be your dining table.”

Chapter 14 Meeting

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Cangxing got up early, went out to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks, and after returning home, she called out to Zhong Hui's closed door before turning around and going to the bathroom to wash up.

When she returned to the living room with a washcloth to wipe her face, she found that the breakfast on the table was untouched.

"Is this kid staying up all night again?" Cangxing pouted in dissatisfaction.

Since they met, she had never understood what Zhong Hui meant by "cultivation" that he always talked about.

After thinking it over, she simply used it as his excuse for staying up all night.

It is common knowledge that staying up late is extremely harmful to the body and the damage is irreversible.

Cangxing had said she would take good care of him, so naturally she couldn't just stand by and watch him ruin his body like this.

She angrily pushed open Zhong Hui's door, having prepared a whole speech in her mind, but the scene before her eyes instantly extinguished her anger.

Zhong Hui was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes lowered and closed, his breathing steady and even, clearly having fallen asleep while sitting.

Cangxing paused for two seconds, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Family members, what should I do if my child stays up late at night? I need help urgently.

It's all Zhong Hui's parents' fault. I don't know how they raised him... She walked over with heartache, gently laid him down, carefully covered him with a blanket, and then quietly left the room.

Back in the living room, Cangxing sighed and continued watching the melodramatic drama "The Heart of Parents" while eating her still-warm breakfast alone.

The alarm clock on the wall ticked slowly and steadily. When the hands steadily pointed to eight o'clock, the sleeping clock would suddenly open its eyes, sit up abruptly from the bed, close its eyes and concentrate, carefully feeling the spiritual energy flowing through its body, and reveal a satisfied smile.

"It was worth it for me to cultivate since yesterday afternoon. My cultivation has now broken through to the sixth level of Qi Refining! At this rate, I should be able to successfully establish my foundation soon."

The system remained silent in his mind.

What level of cultivation has increased?

It was clearly the creature that worked tirelessly day and night to refine that Seed of Sorrow, transforming it into pure magic power, and then transferring it all to its host.

However, the system naturally wouldn't say this aloud, as it didn't want to get into trouble.

Zhong Hui composed herself, tidied herself up briefly, and strode out of the bedroom.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw Cang Xing staring at her phone screen with teary eyes, muttering complaints under her breath: "This protagonist is so heartless! His mother treated him with all her heart, how could he do such a thing!"

Zhong Hui frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"

No, no.

Cangxing hurriedly turned off her phone and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Why are you awake? Uh... breakfast is cold. I'll go out and buy you a fresh one."

“No need.” Zhong Hui refused decisively, raising his chin slightly. “This emperor never eats grains or cereals; I only need to consume air and dew.”