Food Reserves and Thoughts

The exchange between Fayez Moro and Diagulaga ultimately came to a rather peaceful conclusion, without the slightest disturbance or conflict.

Even.

The tone of their voices as they spoke remained at a similar pitch from beginning to end, without changing in the slightest.

It made the whole thing seem like two robots were having a conversation.

Of course.

To a certain extent.

That was indeed the case.

Both of them were fundamentally beings with weak emotions, or even no emotions at all.

Perhaps randomly picking out a few highly anthropomorphic intelligent robots would yield entities with far more emotion than either of them, and ones much more like normal lifeforms.

After Diagulaga watched Fayez Moro leave its territory.

Before closing its eyes again and entering a false-sleep state, it first cast an emotionless glance beyond the Void Zone, at the various forces and individuals that were constantly moving away from it like ants carrying supplies home.

Diagulaga paid no attention to their attempts to leave.

It merely calmly surveyed the overall situation, checking whether there were any snacks it wanted to eat...

In this regard.

Because of the existence of the End Emperor.

Although it could not openly feast on all kinds of rare delicacies in the outside world, as a Transcendent Stage Awakened of extraordinary strength, occasionally eating a few snacks was ultimately no problem at all.

Even if the relevant departments of the End Empire discovered what had happened, they would not consider it a serious matter.

They would only regard those unfortunate fellows who had been eaten as some kind of unavoidable natural loss, and would not even bother reporting it.

After all, no one could expect such a dangerous being, with strength reaching this level, to honestly refrain from causing any trouble...

Furthermore.

Because of their