A few minutes later.
Carefully examining the crystal in his hand, which appeared largely undamaged but bore a faint bite mark on its surface, Jue Changge asked Orsaga with an uncertain expression:
"Is this really enough?"
"What if there's still a remnant soul inside that suddenly tries to possess us or something?"
Faced with this doubt, Orsaga answered with absolute certainty:
"Trust me. When it comes to souls, I'm a professional. Frying, stir-frying, boiling, steaming—I'm good at it all."
"..."
If not for that last part, Jue Changge might have felt much more at ease.
But having personally watched the other party put the thing in his mouth and chew it a few times, he was in no position to refute Orsaga.
He felt that...
The other party really did seem to regard the thing as some sort of food...
Then, Jue Changge asked somewhat puzzledly:
"Then why did you roast it with flames earlier? Was it to erase the soul inside?"
After shaking his head.
Orsaga asked back with a baffled look:
"Before eating something, shouldn't you season it?"
At those words, Jue Changge and the surrounding transmigrators all fell silent.
The statement was genuinely logical and well-founded, making it rather difficult to refute.
"All right..."
Filled with doubts.
Jue Changge could only focus his attention once more on the thing in his hand.
After weighing the gains and losses, he looked at the others around him, whose faces were filled with curiosity, and asked:
"Does anyone want to give it a try?"
After a moment of hesitation.
A figure stepped forward and muttered bluntly:
"What's there to fear?"
"Even if that guy's soul hasn't been completely wiped out, he can't have much strength left. I refuse to believe that in such a state, he can still do anything