As the infected person's aura gradually faded, a surge of warmth flowed back into Sun Hang's body along the mycelium, rapidly restoring his condition. Sun Hang did not feel that he had gained any new abilities, but the upper limit of his "Blue Bar" seemed to have increased slightly.
The sensation was profoundly mysterious, difficult to put into words. It was as though Sun Hang's domain of consciousness had expanded a little, unlocking areas that had once been beyond his reach.
For his entire domain of consciousness, this expansion was no more than a drop in the bucket, but it was still a genuine increase in strength.
It gave Sun Hang the feeling that he was playing an RPG—consumed Anomalies became his experience points, and once those experience points accumulated to a certain degree, quantitative change would naturally bring about qualitative change.
In gaming terms, that was called "leveling up."
As for gaining Tai Sui's abilities after consuming Tai Sui, that was like a boss dropping a rare item: a skill book.
The drastic change outside the supermarket caught the other two thugs' attention. The moment they turned around, Sun Hang darted out from behind the shelves and gave each of them a shot with his large-caliber hunting pistol.
A bowl-sized bloody hole opened in the big man's vest, while half of the skinny man's chest was torn apart. His severed arm was flung away and hung from a shelf more than ten paces away.
Both died instantly—they never even saw what their killer looked like.
Sun Hang holstered his pistol, rubbed his palms, which had gone slightly numb from the recoil, and let out a long breath.
Against ordinary humans, this thing really worked best.
He quickly left the supermarket and ran to the edge of the enormous