I'm a Demon Cultivator, Not a Conscientious Capitalist
Chapter 888

I'm Not Shen Lang!

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There was nothing much in the triple room. The only usable thing was an electric kettle, its rust-covered factory specifications so worn they were barely legible. It was just possible to make out that it was an antique from ten years ago.

The thing's touch panel was not very responsive either, and it would definitely cut off after ten minutes. Still, that did not stop Chen Yu from using the Water Virtue Star Lord's blessing to make the water exceptionally tasty.

Looking at the clear half-boiled tap water in his cup, Sun Lei took a sip, then set it down in satisfaction and sighed. "Finally, something I can drink. Look at this limescale—it's so limescale. Smell that disinfectant—it's so authentic."

Chen Yu took a sip as well and had to admit that he was truly a master at boiling water.

Why was plain boiled water so... watery?!

A Star Lord's blessing often possessed effects on the level of divine powers. The Star Lords shared their strength with creatures they favored, granting those creatures the power to alter the essence of things.

After drinking for a while, Chen Yu asked Sun Lei, "Brother Sun, what Dreamscape are you entering for the competition this time?"

"Guess."

"I haven't even seen the Dreamscapes for this competition. What am I supposed to guess?"

"True enough... Here, Hunger. What about you?"

My Unemployment Life.

"That name... that's a good one."

After exchanging their Dreamscapes, the two quickly immersed themselves in each other's worlds and began experiencing the other's understanding of food.

The moment he entered the Dreamscape, Sun Lei was utterly floored.

He had thought his own twisted, grotesque style was already unconventional enough. He never expected there to be someone even more extreme.

The black-and-white art style was distinctive, yet the plot setup never

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