With the Bioforce Field protecting his stomach, Nameless had no fear of parasites or bacteria. The only difference between cooked and raw meat was how easy it was to digest.
There were bound to be other predators in this little forest. Nameless could not take his time roasting the prey, nor could he carry it back to eat later. He could only eat it on the spot.
After a hearty meal, he used the Bioforce Field to stimulate his stomach and speed up nutrient absorption in his intestines. Vitality rapidly returned to his body. His right hand, which had still ached faintly after he used it as a spear, quickly recovered too.
He shook out his right hand, bent down to pick up a stone, then headed back to the group.
He had spent quite some time eating, and the group had long since set off in a sprawling procession. It took him a while to catch up. When an old man at the rear saw him return covered in blood, he immediately asked, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Nameless replied with a smile.
"I told you to keep the wind at your back when you take a shit!" the old man said earnestly.
"All right. I'll remember that next time I take a shit." Nameless nodded with a grin. Under the Bioforce Field's relentless extraction, every last bit of nourishment in his food was absorbed, so he defecated far less than other people. Once every ten days was normal for him.
Nameless then continued repairing his left hand.
Only someone who had lost an arm could understand how painful it was. Even an injured thumb could make daily life terribly inconvenient, let alone an entire arm.
Fortunately, Nameless had a way to repair his. Otherwise, he truly would