After looking around and seeing that no one else seemed to be coming to buy any, Bettis sheepishly picked up the French Fries. After hesitating for a moment, she shared them with Gwen.
That strange young man had already left. Bettis asked curiously, "Gwen, do you know him?"
"Mm..." Gwen chewed on a French Fry, a blissful expression on her face as she nodded vaguely.
"That guy was acting strangely. He might not be a good person, so be careful, Gwen."
"He's a good person."
Bettis widened her eyes and scratched her head. "How do you know?"
Gwen gestured with a French Fry. "It's just... a feeling. A very familiar, very comforting feeling. I'm not very good at describing it." Her gaze followed Theus's distant retreating figure.
Theus was happily eating French Fries.
"This sweet fruit sauce is sweet and sour. It goes even better with French Fries than ketchup!"
"The fries are thicker, crispy on the outside and tender within. The fluffy potato inside is so smooth. I never thought I'd be able to eat something this familiar after coming here."
Fried food all tasted more or less the same, but eating it still left Theus deeply emotional. By now, his desire to return home had faded considerably. After all, he had his own territory now and no longer needed to slave away in a factory every day.
Come to think of it, at first he had only wanted to come into contact with Transcendence. Later, he had wanted to go home. Only after gaining a territory had he decided to try developing industry—and then it had spiraled completely out of control.
He had originally been very interested in Transcendence, but after hearing so much about transcendent curses, that interest had greatly diminished.
After all, even top-tier transcendent combat