The golden fruit was shaped like a grain of rice, its surface shimmering with a golden sheen. On closer inspection, wisps of smoky light seemed to swirl around it.
That sheen must have been a manifestation of Life Energy. Against the surrounding darkness, it possessed a holiness and splendor that shone straight into the eyes.
But judging by its appearance, it was hard to believe this was a naturally grown fruit. It looked more like something crafted by human hands.
Moyu lowered his head to look at the Nitro Rice in his hand, golden light reflected in his eyes.
Even ordinary people could see this manifestation of Life Energy, while Nen users who used Gyo on their eyes could see an even more brilliant radiance.
But Moyu knew that behind this brilliant radiance lay a cruel exchange of life for life.
The Life Energy gathered within this fruit had, in essence, been converted from other living creatures.
If humans attempted to master the cultivation of Nitro Rice, and ultimately succeeded...
Then the halo of "hope" surrounding Nitro Rice could turn into a calamity.
Moyu held the Nitro Rice out to Hawk.
As Hawk looked at the Nitro Rice Moyu had produced, shock immediately spread across his face.
"This..."
"Eat it. I guarantee you'll be able to polish off three big bowls of rice afterward."
Moyu interrupted Hawk's question, urging him to eat the Nitro Rice this way.
Hawk looked up and saw the solemn seriousness on Moyu's face. Silently suppressing his turbulent emotions, he reached out to take the golden fruit, which kept releasing dense Life Energy.
Merely touching the Nitro Rice with his palm let him clearly feel some of the chill inside him receding, like morning light dispersing thick fog, or warm sunshine melting spring snow.
Hawk knew...