We humans are so awesome.

A look of pride flashed across Brandon's face, and then he returned to calm.

"It's still a long way to go. Just eating it doesn't count as success. You have to eat it happily and joyfully, so that the audience can see at a glance that you really like it."

"But, but how is this possible..."

"How can it be impossible? Isn't that what Don Juan does?"

When mentioning Don Juan, Brandon's face became solemn and he sat upright to show his respect.

"We are just one group, and we can't stand it. He has six plates of devil's eggs. Six plates! Did you see the smile on his face in the video?"

"I see, brother!"

"As a fellow devil, you can imagine the endless pain and sweat behind that smile. To be able to eat six plates of devil's eggs in a row and still have such a seemingly sincere smile, Mr. Don Juan must have made a huge sacrifice!"

yes……

Thinking of this, Morin remained silent, and his admiration for Don Juan increased even more.

Sure enough, just as my brother said, there is no luck in success!

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, straightened his back, his eyes became firm again, and he picked up another petal of the devil's egg.

A pair of dark red hands grasped his fork. Morin raised his head and watched his brother split the devil's egg into two halves and put the other half on his fork.

"elder brother?"

"Let us work hard together!"

“…Okay, brother!”

The two demon brothers smiled at each other and were about to start a new round of training with a hundred times more courage, but suddenly they stopped at the same time and frowned.

From some unknown moment, another strange smell filled the room.

Unlike the pungent smell of the devil's eggs, the new smell was extremely sour and smelly. They were very familiar with this smell, but it should never appear in the studio.

Brandon looked at Maureen thoughtfully, and the other was also looking at him.

"Molin, you wouldn't..."

"Brother, is it you?"

The two demons were suspicious of each other when they suddenly heard a "creak" and the door was pushed open from the outside. However, the stench did not dissipate, but became even stronger and stickier.

A human wearing a mask walked into the studio, holding a tray in his hand. In addition to the devil's eggs, there were also two tightly sealed lunch boxes on it.

"Hi, you two, thank you for your hard work. This is something the boss asked me to deliver."

"……what?"

"Scorpion and lion fans!" The man put the tray on the table, then took a step back and tilted his head to open the lunch box. "You may not know yet, but Don Juan has released a new video. This is it, Scorpion and lion fans! In this case, we can't fall behind. The boss said..."

"Brandon? Maureen?"

Chapter 14: Getting Worse

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Two devil publishers fell, and thousands of devil publishers stood up.

Quietly wiping away their tears and bile, they forced out happy smiles, and with a longing for the magic life and a desire for money, they uploaded their painstaking works to the Internet.

"Devil's eggs taste amazing, and we devils love them too!"

But the results were not satisfactory, and fans put forward new demands.

Because before they uploaded it, Don Juan had already started eating Manticore fans.

Scorpion and lion powder is also one of the special delicacies in the world, and it is named after the trace amount of scorpion and lion meat added to it.

Authentic scorpion lion noodles are added with sour bamboo shoots, so they have a strong stench. The threshold is extremely high, and even many humans avoid it, not to mention the picky devils.

But there is no way. Don Juan has already been on the scene, so how can other publishers fall behind? Wouldn’t that be giving up the market?

And when the successors overcame numerous obstacles and finally succeeded in obtaining the scorpion lion powder, they were greeted by another delicacy - a strange, fermented black cube bean product.

These vicious and evil foods with strong strange smells tortured the throat, intestines and anus of every devil.

Can't eat?

You have to eat even if you can’t eat!

If you don’t eat, there will be no attention, no playback, no fans, and no money.

Don Juan opened up the industry of the devil publisher, but did not stop there. Instead, he continued to deepen reforms and bring forth new ideas. The iterative upgrade of the industry inevitably brought about cruel and fierce competition.

Every time he releases a video series on snacks, it is a screening process. Countless practitioners of the devil followed one after another, and followed the path he opened up with difficulty, leaving behind countless bones.

In just one month, the once mighty army of hell was reduced to only a hundred or so devils still gritting their teeth and holding on.

The temptation of money alone is not enough; the driving force that keeps them moving forward is that Don Juan is also a devil.

And the devil has limits.

They firmly believed that Don Juan would eventually stop. As for now, if he could, why couldn't we?

With such belief and determination, the survivors can overcome difficulties and eat all kinds of food.

But when every devil vomits in the toilet, despair like the deep sea will still surge into his heart.

It’s time to end, right?

Why doesn't Don Juan stop?

And how long can I hold on?

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"My fellow humans, the food I'm going to try today is hot pot! But please note that this is not an ordinary hot pot. Maybe even you haven't heard of it. It's beef belly hot pot!"

After reciting the lines in a rhythmic manner, Don Juan turned his eyes to the dining table, where a huge hot pot was placed. The soup in the pot was already boiling, and the dark red meat slices were rising and falling in the dark green soup, exuding an ominous atmosphere.

The gurgling sound of the bubbles seemed to be mixed with a faint whisper, which tickled the audience's nerves.

Don Juan took a deep breath, shook his head, and showed ecstasy: "It really tastes different. In addition to the mellow aroma of beef, it also has a light aroma of grass!"

"Do you know why? It's because the soup contains half-digested food from the cow's stomach and small intestine. This is the epitome of nutrients in the cow's body!"

"In addition, there are dozens of unique herbs in it that can strengthen the body, beautify the skin, and even increase the body's absorption and conversion rate of magic power. You definitely can't miss it!"

Don Juan took a breath and glanced to the side. The owner of the hot pot restaurant was standing there, nodding frequently, looking very satisfied.

It's good to be satisfied. He put a lot of effort into it and memorized the script word for word.

This is Don Juan’s first commercial.

The creative incentives provided by the website are certainly not small, but for famous video publishers, the main income still comes from the commercial cooperation they receive.

Don Juan himself estimated that this video could earn him 20,000 to 30,000 yuan from "Lightning Breath", but the owner of the Niu Bie Hotpot Restaurant offered 350,000 yuan.

The price is a little higher than normal, not only because the market is not open and the boss is anxious, but also because Don Juan happens to be a professional match.

"No more talking, I can't wait to eat!"

Don Juan stretched out his hand, picked up a thin slice of beef from the thick dark green soup, and put it into his mouth.

When he was still one foot away, the fishy smell had already hit his nose, successfully triggering his thoughts and the entire production process that he had filmed previously.

It is still vivid in my mind when I think of it now!

...Forget it, think about the 350,000 yuan, 350,000 yuan, just bear with it.

Don Juan encouraged himself, but the bamboo chopsticks that seemed weightless in the past now seemed like a heavy burden, weighing him down and making him tremble constantly. No matter how hard he tried, he could not succeed.

"No, I still can't accept it!" He put down his chopsticks, walked to the window, and took a deep breath. "Isn't this just cow dung soup?"

The hot pot restaurant owner nearby was anxious when he saw Don Juan stop recording. Money is easy to get, but talent is hard to find. He searched all the major websites, but only Don Juan dared to take the advertisement.

"That's not right, Mr. Don Juan. Cow dung is what is excreted from the body. How can what is still in the stomach be considered cow dung?"

The boss tried his best to persuade him, but Don Juan was still full of concerns.

"That being said, it has already entered the small intestine..."

"Hasn't it entered the large intestine yet? If entering the small intestine counts, does entering the stomach count? Does entering the esophagus count? What is the difference between food and feces? Does food become feces the moment it is swallowed? Or does it mean that if you consider it feces, it is feces, and if you consider it food, it is food?"

Don Juan nodded frequently, applauding his boss's philosophical speech. His reason had been successfully convinced, but his body was controlled by his emotions.

"I'm so sorry, there's really nothing I can do."

The first advertising order fell through, the boss was dejected, and Don Juan was also heartbroken when he left the hot pot restaurant.

Three hundred and fifty thousand!

The lost rewards must be made up elsewhere!

So what other human foods seem inedible to both humans and demons, but you like them?

Don Juan thought carefully for a moment and came to a conclusion.

No more.

Although a dozen videos in a month successfully made him one of the publishers with millions of followers, it also exhausted all his potential.

What to do next?

Don Juan was thinking about his subsequent plans when a call request suddenly came from the magic network.

"Ugh!"

The person who came was Brandon.

Chapter 15 Our reunion is different from when we parted

"Stop it, Mr. Don Juan!"

On the other side of the video, Brandon and Maureen looked haggard and skinny, as if they were not going to live long.

"We were wrong, really wrong. Don't you want a share? Sure, Mr. Don Juan, as long as you ..."