"My body has been enhanced, hasn't it?"
Sherry held a bucket of popcorn, completely unconvinced that Yinsen's words could scare her. Everyone on the ship ate and drank without watching their diets, yet no one had gotten out of shape. On the contrary, everyone's figures had only gotten better.
"If you keep eating nonstop, you could still turn into a fatso."
Yinsen thought of Thor. That guy had been born an Aesir, yet after becoming lazy, he had turned into a hopelessly obese shut-in before long.
Sherry had only undergone a certain degree of enhancement. She still had a long way to go before advancing into a god—she had not even reached the level of a demigod yet!
"I'm not eating all the time, and I exercise regularly."
Sherry tossed two pieces of popcorn at Yinsen. Life aboard this ship was easy and pleasant. She could do whatever she wanted, and no one forced her to do anything, so she had indeed become more lax lately.
She lowered her head to look at her thighs and gently pinched them. Had the flesh there increased a little?
"Sigh, whatever. What's wrong with having a little extra flesh?"
She turned and took another big gulp of cola, and Sherry quickly shifted her attention to something else.
"Didn't we already notify everyone? What else is there to say?"
Yinsen would not come hang around the bridge when he had nothing to do. Everyone had long since grown tired of the starry cosmos—no matter how beautiful or majestic it was, seeing it every day would get boring.
"I came to see Betty."
"Me?"
Betty had always kept a low profile aboard the ship and never made any demands. Every day, she did her best to complete her work. Whenever someone came to ask her