Mao Mao King Is So Kind! So Thoughtful!

About five minutes passed, and those who had squandered their stamina gradually returned to normal. Yuan Zhu, Zhou Chu, and Meng Xiyue in particular showed no sign of anything amiss. Their breathing had remained calm from beginning to end, without the slightest hint of exhaustion.

Zhou Chu was easy enough to understand. She had clearly undergone Law System cultivation and had been exceptionally composed from the start. Even without the uniform's boosts, she had been fully confident she could complete this mission.

Meng Xiyue, by comparison, fell far short. Her reflexes and precision of movement were outstanding, but her stamina was no different from an ordinary person's. She only appeared so unhurried thanks to her extraordinary control over her body, combined with the uniform's enhancement.

As for Yuan Zhu's human body, he had practiced martial arts for many years and possessed extensive underground fighting experience. His excellent foundation, coupled with the Immortal Scripture's resistance to and shielding from outside pollution interference, its boost to mental focus, and the uniform's physical enhancement, allowed him to catch up to Zhou Chu in her normal state and surpass Meng Xiyue, that pampered college student.

On the other side, Lü Rang, whose stamina had been severely drained, clutched the extended pipe wrench tightly in both hands as he supported himself and panted harshly. Lactic acid surged through his legs, making them shake violently, as though he had been wrung dry by a pink lightbox. The excitement and fanaticism in his eyes gradually faded. When he lowered his head to look again at the green corpses scattered everywhere, he could not stop himself from dry-heaving.

Bread Girl had long since shrunk back beside the little monk, one hand gripping the little goat's wool with all her strength. Her expression was gloomy, nervous, and terrified, filled with confusion about the future—while the little lamb screamed miserably in pain. It wanted to escape, but it couldn't.

This little goat was clearly unable to resist the temptation of all the corpses and chunks of flesh lying around. It kept struggling to get closer, apparently desperate to taste meat—but the little monk held it back with all his might.

Though he had no uniform to help ward off pollution, the little monk Ku Cao remained exceptionally calm. He was unmoved by the bloody stench permeating the air, with no fanatical excitement showing in his eyes. Instead, he radiated an unmoving Zen Intent, resisting the agitation-inducing pollution around him.

Even Yuan Zhu, while firing wildly and slaughtering everything in sight, could not help feeling a mindless thrill, as though he were playing an immersive first-person shooter. The sight of bullets blasting beasts apart still left him wanting more.

Finally, Huo Tuo Luo and Granny Yu, whose conditions had been the most severe, both restrained the killing intent in their hearts. Black Uncle hung his bone cleaver back at his waist and restored his calm by loading bullets into his magazine, grinding down his urge to kill.

Granny Yu was even more mysterious. Her hunched, bent body straightened once more, and her breathing became more powerful than before. The rosy color in her face had not faded, while the uniform on her body, which had leaned toward an exoskeleton bodysuit, gradually reverted to its original standard form.

Yuan Zhu estimated that she was still the same old granny and had not regained her youth. But the vitality within her had reignited, making her look healthier and more full of life—she no longer seemed like she might suddenly croak at the first gust of wind.

Yet the pollution index in her body had likewise skyrocketed. Was this how the locals grew stronger? Cultivating at light speed, with practically zero threshold.

Still, he could not shake the feeling that orthodox cultivation absolutely should not be this simple and easy.

For example, casually loading in an "Aberrant Spiritual Root" and fucking jumping straight into becoming an infant Demon God. This was simply a crooked path! Getting something for nothing! Not safe at all! It was so easy that it made one uneasy!

Little Elf: "Right! Boss is right!"

Seeing everyone gradually calm down and regain some of their spirits, the captain spoke. "You all performed well. Other than Lili, I imagine you've all experienced the effects of the outfits you're wearing, right?"

At that, Bread Girl lowered her head in shame, her five fingers tightening further around the wool caught between them as she did not dare meet anyone's eyes.

"Baa! Baa! Baaaa...!"

The little goat howled madly in pain, but the little monk—who had been earnestly persuading his big brother to calm down—had it firmly in a chokehold and bear hug. It stuck out its tongue in despair.

"The enhancement provided by the outfit is only its most basic effect. As trust grows in your hearts, as you establish a deeper connection and use it more frequently, this outfit will, beyond its base mode, further develop an exclusive mode unique to you, providing more powerful personalized functions."

"This is not the end of things. It is only the beginning." The captain raised one finger. "You also noticed the special changes in Mr. Huo Tuo Luo and Granny Yu, didn't you? The outfits of our Happy Home possess a unique function: they can absorb and contain special energy from the outside world, actively choose to combine with it, and put it to use."

"The deranged beasts we encountered this time clearly had problems and were not suitable for absorption. But in the future, we will come into contact with and explore more Foam Worlds, witnessing all kinds of unique powers. Sooner or later, we will encounter relatively safe or desirable types, as well as powerful and stable creatures. At that time, using your outfit as a medium to absorb special power factors from the outside world, you can nurture a unique ability within the outfit—one suited to you. Within Happy Home, I call this Seed Breeding."

"Once a seed of power has finished growing, you have two paths to choose from. Continue treating the uniform as a tool, a weapon, and you can simply operate and use the ability nurtured by the outfit. That is the ordinary mode. The other path is to enter into an Anti-Law Contract with Mao Mao King, completely claim the outfit and the 'seed of power' it has nurtured as your own, and make them the foundation and starting point for embarking on your extraordinary path. Then you can continually strengthen that seed of power, break through the limits of humanity step by step, and walk the path to godhood."

"I will not force any of you to choose. Even if you merely use it as a weapon, as long as it can raise the team's overall strength, I will be very happy. Now, let us discuss another item: the dried mouse corpse used for communication. After absorbing your blood and completing its binding, it has also acquired some of your attributes and traits, much like a test strip. Before you formally use the uniform to absorb external energy—pollution—you can first experiment with the mouse and see how it reacts."

"If the mouse absorbs a certain type of power and undergoes beneficial changes, becoming stronger in every aspect, that means this power is compatible with your attributes and physique. The 'seed' nurtured using the outfit will suit you. If the mouse combines with some external energy and suffers negative effects or an uncontrolled aberration, it means that system does not suit you. Please give up as early as possible, and do not rashly absorb and nurture it."

"Finally, these crazed beasts are clearly contaminated to an extreme degree. Even if they can bring everyone immediate improvements and benefits, I do not recommend that you continue using the uniform to absorb this demonic blood. Once pollution deepens, it is difficult to remove. It can only be suppressed with another, stronger form of pollution. The more numerous and mixed the types of pollution within a person's body, the more severely their cultivation potential will be compromised, accompanied by an enormous risk of losing control and mutating."

After hearing the captain's explanation, Yuan Zhu realized that this was yet another completely new system. And its style seemed far more harmonious than the Holy Temple and Buddhist Sect.

The uniform on his body was likely the entry-level foundation of the Mao Mao System. On one hand, one had to deepen the connection between body and uniform, evolving it into an exclusive form. On the other, one used the uniform to come into contact with and absorb external pollution, nurturing a seed of power.

Then Mao Mao King had thoughtfully offered the option to refuse, while still letting them freeload off it in equipment form. And the little mouse could not only scout, make calls, and enter anti-pollution mode—it could also serve as his own little lab rat, combining with different kinds of pollution beforehand to test the results.

"Mao Mao King really is so kind and thoughtful! No wonder it's called Happy Home!" Meng Xiyue exclaimed from the side, her favorability toward Mao Mao King rising dramatically.

Zhou Chu did not refute her. She merely furrowed her brows, analyzing whether some other conspiracy might lie behind all this. For example, perhaps it was meant to lull everyone into complacency, or gradually guide the members into strengthening the "extraordinary outfits" most suitable for themselves. Once they became dependent on them, they would find it difficult to break free or refuse.

In the end, like a frog slowly boiled in warm water, they would gradually become Mao Mao King's customers and willingly sign an Anti-Law Contract with her.

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