Oscar Defects

In the early morning Shrek Sports Field, the dew had not yet dried, and an awkward silence permeated the air.

Flender stood before everyone with his hands behind his back, his broken spectacles reflecting a cold light in the sun. He pointed at Oscar, who was pushing a small cart with a sheepish grin, and his voice was as stern as if he were reading out a form of punishment.

"This is your first lesson today—Adaptation."

Flender's gaze swept across everyone, finally stopping on the pale-faced Ning Rongrong. "The Spirit Master world is full of the Unknown and Danger. Sometimes, to survive, you must eat mice, cockroaches, or even more disgusting things. Compared to that, Oscar's sausages are simply a Delicacy. Anyone who can't eat them can get out of Shrek now!"

Oscar held a Steaming Hot sausage in his hand, the phrase "I Have a Big Sausage" still echoing in the air. Coupled with his bearded face and lewd eyes, its lethality was comparable to a Mental Attack.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her Stomach Churning. Zhu Zhuqing, though expressionless, instinctively shrunk behind Qian Mo.

"I'll eat it."

A slightly weak but firm voice broke the Stalemate.

Tang San walked out from the crowd. The Swelling on his face had not yet subsided, and he was still Limping, but his eyes burned with a flame called Stubbornness.

He walked up to Oscar and took the greasy sausage.

"Thank you." Tang San nodded, then, in Public, without the slightest hesitation, he swallowed the sausage in A Few Bites.

As the Food System Soul Power dissipated, Tang San's pale face regained some color. He turned around, wiped the Grease Stain from the Corner of his Mouth, and looked directly at Qian Mo, who was sitting in a Grand Tutor Chair, being fed peeled grapes by Zhu Zhuqing.

"It tastes good." Tang San's voice was not loud, but it carried a preachy tone. "Qian Mo, you might find this Disgusting. But Teacher said that only by abandoning Needless Dignity can one survive in desperate situations. You are too Spoiled. This Mentality will inevitably cause you to Suffer Great Losses in a real Life and Death Battle."

Tang San felt his image was extremely tall at this moment. He proved with his actions what a "Strong Person's heart" was.

Flender nodded with satisfaction: "Good! Tang San is right! This is the Awareness a Monster should have!"

"Pfft."

Qian Mo spat out a Grape Seed, which accurately landed in the Soil at Tang San's feet, splashing a bit of Dust.

"Are you done?" Qian Mo took the Silk Handkerchief handed by Zhu Zhuqing and slowly wiped his fingers. "Tang San, do you have some Misunderstanding of the word 'Strong Person'?"

He stood up, his White Golden Robe rustling in the Morning Breeze, his golden eyes full of Teasing.

"A Lion will not eat carrion out of hunger, nor will a Dragon drink muddy water out of thirst. A true Strong Person possesses the ability to change the environment, not to adapt to Trash like a Wild Dog just to survive."

Qian Mo walked to Oscar's Small Cart and poked at the sausages with two fingers in Disdain.

Let's not even mention the lewd spell. The hygiene problem during the production process alone is disgusting. You treat this as a tool to hone your will? Sorry, in my opinion, this is just the self-congratulatory delusion of the incompetent.

Tang San's face turned red, and he was about to retort, "What do you know?"

However, Qian Mo no longer looked at him but turned his gaze to the Bearded Youth who had been lowering his head, his Shifty Eyes.

"Oscar."

Qian Mo's voice suddenly became gentle, yet it carried a soul-piercing magic, "An innate full soul power food-type genius, unprecedented in the continent's history. Are you planning to spend your entire life in this broken place, chanting lewd spells, and pushing a broken cart to sell sausages?"

Oscar's head shot up, a flicker of shock and bitterness flashing in his peach blossom eyes.

"I... I'm an orphan, Dean Flender took me in..." Oscar mumbled, his voice growing softer.

"Taking you in meant turning you into this?"

Qian Mo sneered, his right hand grasping the air fiercely.

"Weng--!"

Golden light erupted.

A heavy tome, exuding an ancient primordial aura and adorned with seven-colored divine light on its cover, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The pages turned automatically, and countless golden runes leaped out, weaving into drool-worthy illusions in the air—these were not ordinary foods, but top-tier delicacies imbued with the rules of heaven and earth.

[Ancient God of Food Record].

Just a wisp of its aura made the martial soul within Oscar tremble wildly, emitting a wail of desire.

"This is..." Oscar's eyes widened, his breathing as rapid as a drowning person's.

"No spells needed, use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as ingredients, and cook all things." Qian Mo said indifferently, the divine book in his hand radiating a fatal temptation, "Following Tang San, you'll only learn how to roll in mud pits and sell sausages to passersby; follow me, and this book is yours."

Qian Mo stepped forward, casually placing the divine book, enough to cause a continent-wide frenzy, onto Oscar's greasy small cart.

"I will use the Martial Soul Hall's top-tier resources to pile you up, until I make you the first... God of Food on this continent."

"God... of Food?" Oscar murmured, the two words like a thunderclap, splitting open his chaotic life.

"Oscar! Don't listen to him!"

Tang San was anxious. Although he didn't know what the book was, he instinctively felt a great threat. The premonition of losing a crucial support made him ignore his physical pain and rush forward to shield Oscar.

"Oscar, we are brothers! Shrek is our home!" Tang San gripped Oscar's shoulder tightly, his tone urgent, "Money and treasures are external possessions, only emotions are the most precious! He just wants to exploit your talent, he's from the Martial Soul Hall, that's a place that devours people! Don't let his sugar-coated bullets corrode you!"

This routine again.

Dai Mubai, standing by, couldn't help but chime in, "Yeah, Xiao Ao, although we're poor, we're happy! As long as we brothers are together, what won't we have in the future?"

Qian Mo watched this "brotherly affection" drama unfold and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

His laughter was filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Brothers? Emotions?"

Qian Mo shook his head, his gaze like a knife stabbing towards Tang San, "Tang San, don't you feel ashamed when you say that?"

"What do you mean?" Tang San glared.

"Omniscience Omnipotence told me," Qian Mo pointed to the exquisite Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night on Tang San's waist, "This belt of yours contains at least three thousand Gold Soul Coins. That was left to you by your father, and the money you saved as a working student in Nuoding City."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place fell silent.

Oscar was stunned and turned to look at Tang San.

Qian Mo continued to twist the knife: "You clearly have a fortune, yet you watched your 'good brother' Oscar push his cart and hawk his wares in Suotuo City every day for a few Copper Soul Coins, being mocked and scorned. You couldn't even bear to spend money to buy him a decent set of clothes."

"Is this what you call brotherhood? Is this what you call sharing fortunes?"

"Or perhaps..." Qian Mo leaned closer to Tang San, his voice as low as a demon's whisper, "You just enjoy this atmosphere of everyone being equally poor and miserable, so that your sense of superiority from 'Although I'm poor, I'm working hard' can be satisfied?"

"You're spouting nonsense!!" Tang San's face instantly turned pale, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "That... that's funding the Teacher gave me! I..."

"An explanation is a cover-up." Qian Mo straightened up, no longer paying attention to Tang San's pale defense.

He looked at Oscar and extended his hand.

"Choose. Do you want to continue being a despised Sausage Uncle here, or do you want to come with me and become a lofty god."

Oscar lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

His hand was trembling.

He remembered the scorn he had endured in Suotuo City over the years, the scenes of noble ladies covering their noses and walking away when they saw him, the days when he couldn't even afford a razor to save money.

Then he looked at Tang San. The person who called himself a brother, but had never truly cared about his difficult life.

"Hoo..."

Oscar let out a long, turbid breath.

He suddenly raised his head, his originally somewhat turbid eyes now frighteningly bright.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

Oscar turned around and bowed deeply to Flender, whose face was ashen. "Thank you for taking me in back then. But the money I've earned these past few years is enough to pay for my meals."

"Xiao Ao, you..." Flender clutched his chest, feeling like his heart was bleeding.

"I want to be a person." Oscar straightened his back, grabbed the Ancient God of Food Record, and then fiercely kicked over the Sausage Cart that had accompanied him for three years.

"I don't want to be a monster who can only chant spells anymore!"

He strode up to Qian Mo and knelt on one knee, his voice resounding, "Boss! This book is mine, and from now on, my life is yours!"

"A wise choice."

Qian Mo's lips curved upwards. He looked at Oscar's full beard, his brow furrowed.

"However, your image is too unsightly. You'll embarrass me if I take you out."

Qian Mo flicked his fingertip.

"Whoosh—!"

An invisible wind blade precisely grazed Oscar's cheek.

The sky-high beard fell like fallen leaves.

A few seconds later.

When the last few stubbles landed, a collective gasp echoed through the scene.

The greasy, lecherous uncle was gone. In his place stood a super handsome guy with a pair of deep Peach Blossom Eyes and an extraordinarily handsome face. His looks, though not as monstrous as Qian Mo's, were enough to crush Dai Mubai and Tang San by several streets.

"Wocao..." Ma Hongjun's chicken leg dropped to the ground.

Ning Rongrong, who had been standing by the side watching the play, originally avoiding Oscar like the plague, now had eyes wide as saucers. She stared intently at Oscar's handsome face, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"This... this is the sausage seller?!" Ning Rongrong screamed wildly in her heart, "So handsome?! You should have said so earlier! If you had said so earlier, I wouldn't have..."

Oscar touched his smooth chin. Seeing Ning Rongrong's astonished gaze, the gloom that had accumulated in his heart for years vanished.

This felt so damn good!

"Let's go." Qian Mo turned and, holding Zhu Zhuqing's hand, walked towards the magnificent Cloud Top Heavenly Palace not far away. "Let's go take a bath and change clothes. My divine palace does not keep dirty things."

"Alright, Boss!" Oscar trotted along happily, not even glancing at the Mess Everywhere sports field behind him.

Flender stood rooted to the spot, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

His most proud genius... was poached just like that?

Without even swinging a hoe, the other party directly carried the tree away!

On the sports field, the wind stirred a few dry leaves.

Tang San, still holding the half-eaten sausage, stood in a daze in the wind. He looked at Oscar's cheerful retreating back, then touched the cold Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night at his waist, feeling an unprecedented loneliness and coldness surge into his heart.

"Xiao San..." Dai Mubai patted his Shoulder, his tone bitter. "Stop looking. Some gaps... cannot be bridged by effort alone."

"No!"

Tang San fiercely crushed the sausage in his hand, purple light flashing wildly in his eyes. It was jealousy, and also resentment.

"His eyes are blinded by profit! This kind of improvement without a foundation will collapse sooner or later!"

"I will prove I am right! As long as my hidden weapons are perfected... as long as my Blue Silver Grass evolves..."

Tang San gritted his teeth, turned, and walked towards the dilapidated wooden house. "Teacher is still waiting for me, I need to go for special training!"

Night fell.

Shrek Academy presented a scene of extreme division.

To the east, Cloud Top Heavenly Palace was brightly lit. Melodious music drifted out with the aroma of roasted meat, and Oscar's excited laughter and Zhu Zhuqing's chilling conversation could be faintly heard. That place was like spring all year round, with abundant spiritual energy.

To the west, a few dilapidated thatched huts swayed precariously in the night wind.

Ning Rongrong sat on the hard wooden board bed, using the dim oil lamp to look at the red, swollen mosquito bites on her fair and tender arm.

"Weng, weng, weng--"

A mosquito as big as her thumb circled her ear, emitting a mocking hum.

"Slap!"

Ning Rongrong slapped her face. She didn't kill the mosquito, but her face stung fiercely.

Through the drafty window, she looked at the palace opposite, which was like a fairyland, and at Oscar, who used to ignore her but was now incredibly handsome, feasting inside.

Her mentality collapsed.

"Why?!"

Ning Rongrong grabbed a pillow and smashed it hard against the wall, tears streaming down her face. "Why can that sausage seller live in a palace, but I, this young lady, have to feed mosquitoes in this godforsaken place?!"

"Flender! Tang San! You broke ghosts! I've had enough!!"

A sharp roar tore through the night sky, startling a flock of roosting crows.

And on the terrace of Cloud Top Heavenly Palace, Qian Mo swirled his wine glass, listening to the roar, a playful arc curving at the corner of his mouth.

"The second one... is coming soon."

If you find this book good, remember to add it to your bookshelf to avoid losing it next time.