Stars glittered overhead.
On this barren planet, the unique spectral reflection of its atmosphere made the sky full of stars appear a strange green.
As if a god had scattered a handful of emeralds across the heavens.
They twinkled and flashed.
The green starlight echoed the green in Fu Qing's eyes.
Even though Fu Qing was the King of the Insectoid Race, he was currently parasitizing a human body. He was starving, his eyes practically turning green.
Grrrrumble.
Fu Qing's stomach growled with hunger.
"It's not that I won't teach you."
"I'm hungry."
Fu Qing lay spread-eagled on the ground.
"That's easy."
With a boom, Liu Di shot forward. In an instant, he dashed five kilometers away, knocked down a featherless ostrich with one punch, and dragged it back.
Ten minutes later, the bonfire had been built up tenfold. A bird leg roasted above it, sizzling as grease dripped down.
Fu Qing looked up. The bird leg was practically large enough to blot out the sky, about the same size as his body.
"Heh."
Fu Qing sneered disdainfully. "We Titan Insectoids don't eat meat. Anyone who eats meat is a traitor to our race. I, the dignified King of the Insectoid Race... this smells amazing."
Once Liu Di's grilling skills were brought to their peak, he could still roast the fat in the bird leg to an extremely precise degree.
Forty-five percent of the fat had dripped away, forty-three percent remained, and twelve percent had seeped into the lean meat.
Liu Di scraped crystalline salt deposits from a nearby rock and flicked his fingers, lightly sprinkling them over it.
Golden in color, crisp-skinned, charred outside and tender within, its rich aroma wafted through the air.
Fu Qing slowly sat up, staring fixedly at the bird leg.
"In another forty-eight seconds,