Hei Tang San's outstretched hand froze in midair.
The corner of his mouth twitched violently.
His stomach churned as well.
It wasn't just him.
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong, standing beside him, instantly went pale and took three steps back in unison.
"Bleurgh—!"
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, nearly vomiting on the spot.
"Wh... what kind of cursed incantation is that?"
"That's disgusting!"
"This thing is edible? I wouldn't eat it if you beat me to death!"
Oscar looked completely innocent. "It's a soul incantation. I can't help it—it's something I was born with."
Hei Tang San looked at the sausage.
His reason told him it was food condensed from Soul Power, a supply item.
But his emotions told him this thing... was filthy.
Just then.
Flender walked over, his expression dark.
"What? You look down on it?"
"As a Soul Master, staying alive on the battlefield is the top priority!"
"You should be grateful to have something to eat. Even if it's rats or bugs, as long as it replenishes your strength, you eat it!"
"Now, I order you all."
"Each of you will eat one of these sausages!"
"Otherwise, there'll be no dinner!"
This was a lesson called "adaptation."
Hei Tang San looked at Teacher's stern gaze, then at the "lewd" sausage in his hand.
In the end.
He closed his eyes.
As if he were carrying out some sacred sacrifice.
"Crack."
He took a bite.
It tasted like chewing wax.
His heart was filled with humiliation and helplessness.
For survival.
He had no choice but to lower his head and adapt to this world's twisted sense of humor.
[White World]
The same plaza.
The same aroma of meat.
But this time, there were no lewd sales cries.
Oscar pushed a brand-new food cart, its