Chapter 382: The Potion-Popping Saintly Physique
Fortunately, while preparing the cultivation room, Ivan had taken their leader's bottomless appetite into account, so he'd stocked the place with plenty of food.
Gauss kept eating.
Though the [Feast] Talent seemed to let him extract energy from food more efficiently, this first meal after advancing felt different.
It was as if his body needed to replenish all the energy it had been missing before, too.
Gauss didn't know how long he ate before he finally slowed down and stopped.
"Hic—"
After letting out a burp, he was finally free of that dreadful hunger.
Appetite—or, more accurately, the biological drive to survive—was always one of a creature's most basic instincts.
Now that he was full, Gauss felt especially satisfied. His Feast Power had also reached two charges.
"Much better."
Gauss felt as if he'd been filled up, and the sensation was wonderful.
He wondered if the appearance of [Feast] had made the pleasure he got from eating even more intense.
Moreover, his body seemed more "complete."
Before he gained [Feast], if he were a car, then its bodywork had already offered the best possible value for money. It was beyond reproach among cars in the same price range, and even those costing several times more. But that didn't mean Gauss had no shortcomings.
His weakness had been his endurance. Now, [Feast] had finally made up for it.
Perhaps this body could keep both forms active for a little longer now?
Before, he'd found it hard to sustain [Ghost Form] and [Tough Scale Bloodline] at the same time for long.
But after thinking it over, he shook his head.
It was hard to say.
After all, though [Special Stomach] had indeed advanced into the superior version known as [Feast], hadn't [Ghost Form] and [Tough Scale