Bale-Batman wanted to press for more details, but he suddenly felt an unfamiliar discomfort. If he had to describe it, his chest and abdomen felt as though they were on fire, burning and aching.
"Am I hungry?" Bale-Batman said incredulously. He had eaten bread only two or three hours ago. How could he be hungry again so soon?
Batman had already returned to the campfire and resumed Schiller's work of preparing the pheasant. As he scalded off the feathers with boiling water, he said, "Our ability to absorb nutrients seems to have declined, and the blood sugar response caused by hunger is coming faster too. The moment we feel hungry, we have to replenish our energy immediately. Otherwise, our physical condition will deteriorate even further."
In the mere seconds it took Bale-Batman to walk back to the fire, he already felt dizzy and disoriented. At the same time, a terrifying appetite surged up inside him. He felt as if he could even eat the charcoal in front of him.
Batman had never experienced hunger like this before. Or rather, this was not hunger at all. It was more like an irresistible negative debuff forcibly inflicted on the body, something that could not be completely overcome through willpower.
Bale-Batman felt his fingertips trembling. He knew his blood sugar level was in bad shape, so he had no choice but to grab a sandwich from the pile of convenience food and stuff it into his mouth.
After eating a sandwich and a hot dog bun, Bale-Batman forced himself to stop. First, judging by how quickly they were getting hungry, this little bit of convenience food definitely would not be enough, and he needed to leave some for the others. Second, he knew he could not raise his blood sugar too quickly, or