Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 82: Upgrade!
It was already late at night when Goethe returned to the mine tent.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. It is the beginning of July in the northern border. The heat is receding rapidly and a cool breeze is blowing, making the tents and flags rustle.
Goethe immediately released the [Blood Crow Spirit] to investigate the surroundings.
At the same time, the crows around the camp quickly gathered together and became the best sentinels.
While doing all this, Goethe felt a strange feeling in his heart. Almost instinctively, he looked at the 'Ring of the Mad King' -
A layer of fog suddenly appeared in the night sky, which was darker and deeper than the night sky itself.
A light, gray mist, like a veil, floats on the surface of the seven stars.
Then, they all gathered around the star in the center at the bottom.
The star that represented that Goethe had just left the 'secret realm' lit up for a moment. Although it returned to its original state immediately, a sense of 'vitality' appeared in the dimness.
It's like a young sprout that is actively breaking through the soil.
['Secret Realm' upgrade is being judged...]
[Judgment passed! ]
[Judgment that the holder of the 'key' has accelerated the world's progress and helped the world complete its upgrade. Judgment in progress...]
[Judgment passed! ]
[The holder of the 'key' gains a trace of 'world power'! ]
[The fusion of the 'Power of the World' and the 'Key' holder, judging...]
…
Woo! Woo!
It seemed like a horn was echoing in my ears.
Goethe looked around with his eyes dazed, and saw a group of tall men wearing animal skins, holding sticks and stones as weapons, chasing after a monster that was hundreds of meters tall. They were all fearless, running fast, and powerful.
The monster that was hundreds of meters tall was blown to the ground while wailing.
Everyone rushed forward and shared it.
Bones made better weapons.
Flesh and blood are the best nutrition.
And the fur stained with scarlet became the best swaddling clothes for the descendants of mankind.
Wow wow wow!
Amidst the powerful cries, a furry face emerged from Goethe's confused eyes. The face was smiling and he held Goethe high above his head.
It wasn't just him, everyone held their children above their heads.
Then--
Huh, huh, huh!
Amidst the thunderous breaths, a huge shadow covered the sky.
Bear!
A giant bear whose every step could shake the earth appeared in Goethe's vision.
The giant bear looked at the babies who were held high above its head, raised its broad, mountain-like paws and gently placed them in front of each baby.
Like a blessing.
Like joy.
There is no harm.
Goethe saw it clearly.
However, he didn't care about these.
because……
The monster skin that wraps him smells so good!
It is obviously flesh and blood, but it has a fragrance!
Goethe struggled with all his might to free his arm from the swaddling clothes, stretched out his hand, grabbed a piece of flesh that was still stained with blood, and put it into his mouth.
Melts in your mouth!
Soft and fragrant!
It tastes like meat!
But it tasted better than any piece of meat Goethe remembered!
Chuck!
Goethe couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the giant bear was immediately attracted by the laughter.
It lowered its head and looked at Goethe, and a human-like smile appeared on the huge bear face.
Then he raised his bear paw towards Goethe.
Goethe, like a baby, ignored it and raised his arms to look for more meat.
But the adult forcibly lifted Goethe's arm, allowing the little hand to touch the bear's paw that was so huge that it blocked out the sky.
The next moment, the words appeared——
[Judgment passed! ]
[The holder of the 'key' has completed his essential mutation! ]
[The 'key' holder 'human' was promoted to 'human (black iron)'! 】
[Human (Black Iron): Deep in your soul, there is still a trace of the characteristics of the Immortals. When this trace of world power merges with you, the remaining characteristics are stimulated. You become smarter, can master more skills instantly, and have a stronger and faster body than others. You can even have some special talents that your ancestors once relied on - although you can't do the same magical things as the Immortals, you have talents that ordinary people can't achieve! ]
[Effect 1: Heart +0.5, Skill +3, Body +3]
[Effect 2: Volibear's breathing method is improved]
…
Goethe came back to his senses in a daze.
Just now...
familiar!
From the throbbing of the soul.
Eagerly!
Derived from the source of blood.
Goethe sat there motionless, as if he had experienced everything himself. After more than ten minutes, he let out a long breath and said to himself with regret: "What does that monster taste like? I only took a small bite and didn't taste anything!"
The image of predation involuntarily came to Goethe's mind again.
His nose twitched!
He seemed to smell it!
Very fragrant!
It is the aroma of carefully cooked meat, spread on cheese and sprinkled with nori.
Goethe almost followed the smell and entered Xila's tent.
"What are you doing?"
"Get out now!"
"Tell you what, there are no cheese ribs here!"
Sheila put her hands behind her back and shouted loudly.
Goethe walked up to Sheila with a smile on his face, raised his hand and picked up a piece of cheese ribs that the other person had hidden behind her, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with big mouthfuls of meat and bones.
"Uh-huh, no."
"tasty!"
Goethe spoke vaguely, but his hands did not stop. He picked up another piece of cheese ribs, looked at the slightly thin cheese on it, put it back, and after wrapping it with a thick layer, he put it into his mouth with satisfaction.
Cheese is an amazing thing.
When the milky aroma bursts in the mouth, accompanied by that unique taste, it always makes people smile.
Not to mention wrapping it around the meat.
The ribs were carefully processed and had a sweet and sour taste.
Especially the one he chose, full of crispy bones. Once it enters your mouth, the flavors surge up and it's an explosion of triple tastes.
Cheese, meat, and crispy bones.
There is a clear distinction between the two, yet there is a hint of fusion.
because……
Crumbled seaweed!
The crispy seaweed should be inconspicuous, but the light salty-sweet taste enhances the taste of the cheese ribs. The crispness makes the three tastes indistinguishable, as if they are closer to each other and become completely one.
But if you taste it carefully, you will find the difference.
Undoubtedly a master chef.
"Leave some for me!"
Seeing Goethe picking up another piece of cheese ribs, Xila became anxious and began to poke Goethe's chest with her head. She opened her mouth and tried to put the cheese ribs into her mouth, but her mouth was small and her posture was wrong, so she got stuck after eating just one piece.
Goethe calmly put the remaining two pieces into his mouth, then raised his hand and patted Sheila on the back.
Bang!
Cough cough!
The stuck ribs were spat out.
"I saved your life, the ribs are a thank you gift."
Goethe said so.
Sheila was almost crying.
He looked at Goethe, then looked at the ribs on the ground, and finally, in front of Goethe's shocked gaze, he picked up the ribs, rinsed them with water, and put them into his mouth again.
Goethe inexplicably felt that Sheila in front of him was like a stray dog picking up food from the ground.
This made him reflect on whether he had just gone too far.
until--
“Hehehe.”
Sheila let out a series of strange laughs.
Moreover, this strange laughter was made in Goethe's presence.
Immediately, Goethe frowned.
"I spit on my cheese chops!"
Sheila said with her hands on her hips.
call!
Goethe breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. He thought that Xila had put drugs in the food - of course, that was not the point. The point was that he didn't taste it... Hmm, was he bluffing?
Goethe thought in his heart, then he stood up and walked towards Xila step by step.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm telling you, don't mess around!"
"This is a military camp!"
Sheila retreated in panic and soon shrank into a corner.
And Goethe?
He raised his hand and pinched Xila's cheek, making two small pits on her slightly chubby face. Xila's mouth opened a little, and then she moved forward with her mouth open——
Pooh!
Then Goethe loosened his grip.
Sheila's face suddenly turned red.
It was red all the way to the ears.
But immediately, it turned white again.
Very pale, very pale.
"Goethe, you bastard, I... Ugh!"
Before she could finish her scolding, Sheila rushed out of the tent and vomited violently.
A full quarter of an hour later, Xila came back wiping her tears.
"I didn't spit on the cheese chops!"
"I know!"
"Then why did you spit in my mouth?!"
Sheila's eyes widened .
"Did you taste it?"
Goethe rolled his eyes.
Xila was startled, smacked her lips, thought about it, and seemed that she really didn't taste it.
Suddenly, a silly smile appeared on his face.
I also breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay! It's okay!"
"I thought I tasted your saliva...eh?"
"Ahhh, my chops!"
Xila realized it belatedly and squatted there, holding her head in her hands.
He kept muttering:
"I begged Grandpa Tree for this all afternoon, and Grandpa Tree gave it to me!"
"I just spit it out like that!"
"It's all your fault!"
As Sheila muttered, she bared her teeth at Goethe, like a shoebill with its wings spread out, ready to hit someone.
That way...
So stupid.
Grandpa Tree?
It should be that the other teacher is using a reasonable excuse to give Qian special treatment, right?
But doesn’t such an excuse seem a bit like deceiving fools?
Hmm...
He seems to be really a fool.
Just Sheila's situation?
Goethe frowned slightly.
Is Sheila a fool?
Sometimes.
Sometimes not.
Is it a special situation?
The other teacher didn't look like someone with bad intentions.
only……
What's the reason for this worry?
It should be the concern as a friend, right?
Goethe emphasized this in his heart, but his body involuntarily walked out of the camp and came to the open space where Xila practiced skills during the day.
He was waiting silently.
A moment later, a figure wrapped in a black cloak appeared before his eyes.
The other party's appearance was quite sudden, as if he appeared out of thin air.
Then, without saying a word, he raised his hand and punched Goethe in the stomach.
The punch was fast and accurate.
But not cruel.
It seemed that it was just to let Goethe get hit, and then...
Spit it out!
