A Miserable Chu Changge

Chapter 958: A Miserable Chu Changge

The serving hatch pushed out five more trays before it stopped, making sure everyone got one lump.

They found a long table and sat down. Another group was sitting at the table beside them, and Chu Changge saw that their plates held the same deep-red, unidentified substance.

The person on Jing's team who had arrived just a month and a half ago said, "There's less food now. I remember that when I first arrived, each serving was about the size of a palm. After a while, it suddenly started getting smaller, gradually shrinking to half a palm. Now there's only this little lump left."

His nickname was "Jiajiawang Grain and Oil Store." He had probably opened a small shop with that name before the Global Game began and used the shop's name as his nickname when he entered the game.

Curly Hair had already wolfed down the food on his plate. "The food started getting scarcer about a month ago. Do you think they might stop providing us with food altogether after a while?"

No one had found a way to leave the instance yet. If their only source of food ran out, they'd starve to death in here even if the ghosts didn't kill them.

The others all looked worried.

The instance wouldn't let them leave, and now the food was dwindling. They couldn't go on like this.

"Do you know where this food comes from?" Chu Changge's voice came from beside them.

Jing turned to look at him. Chu Changge hadn't touched the food on his plate. He was simply staring down at the lump, as if studying it intently.

"We don't know. We don't even know what this stuff is. We've never seen anyone bring ingredients into the cafeteria, either. All