In the latter half of the night, Zhang Yiyu woke up from hunger.
She had not eaten anything for a long time. As an anomaly, she truly did not need to consume human food; even if she ate nothing at all, she would not starve to death.
But after dinner, she had felt a strange hunger, as though some hidden desire buried deep within her heart had been stirred awake and could no longer be suppressed.
After finishing the food on her own plate, she still wanted more. Seeing the Players beside her struggling to swallow their food, she sincerely felt they were wasting something precious.
She knew her feelings were abnormal, so she did not dare show too much eagerness. Under the pretense of helping share the burden, she finished half the food of that female player from the Listen Wind Guild.
Her hunger had been eased considerably at the time. She had finally endured until lights-out and tried her best to sink into sleep.
She had thought she could wait peacefully for breakfast the next day, but in her hazy dreams, with the restraints of willpower gone, her hunger grew even more wildly and gradually overwhelmed her reason.
So hungry... I really want to eat something...
Zhang Yiyu murmured soundlessly to herself. Like a ghost, she rose from the bed and walked out the door step by step.
She seemed to instinctively know where to find food. Like a flock of sheep being herded, she descended the stairs under some unseen pull and wandered through the first-floor corridor.
The scent of food drew closer and closer. Swallowing her saliva, Zhang Yiyu crept past the office and headed toward the archives room next door.
The food she sensed was inside. The archives room door stood wide open, as though