Sun Hang tried to "shut down" the part of his brain responsible for sensing temperature, but quickly discovered it was useless—because this burning sensation did not originate from his sensory nerves. It was closer to something on a conceptual level.
Fortunately, Sun Hang was at the very back of the group, and the passage the fisherman had hacked out was so narrow that the people ahead could barely even turn around to look back. That was why Sun Hang's abnormally flushed face had gone unnoticed by the other two.
The fisherman cursed as he chopped through the vines, while Yano carefully avoided the vine sap dripping from above. Neither of them noticed that Sun Hang, trailing at the rear, had slowed down and fallen a short distance behind them.
"How strange... Why am I reacting like this?"
Sun Hang muttered to himself. Since waking up, he had devoured quite a few Anomalies, but this was the first time he had experienced something like "indigestion."
Could he have upset his stomach?
Humans vomited and had diarrhea after eating something bad... What would happen if he got an upset stomach from eating Anomalies?
A memetic mutation?
Sun Hang could not help thinking of Overlord.
Would he turn into an Anomaly corpse? Or completely degenerate into a humanoid Anomaly?
But the problem was that, apart from the unpleasant burning sensation, his mind remained perfectly clear, and there were no signs of his body going out of control. Still, Sun Hang could not guarantee that if the burning refused to fade, his mental state would not eventually develop some problems.
It was like the irritating buzz of a mosquito. It would not cause any real harm, but if that buzzing lingered by your ear every second of every minute of every hour, twenty-four hours