While 3A returned home to gleefully enjoy the drama, Gluttonous Beast, thousands of miles away, stared speechlessly at the meal before him: charred mutant beef, raw "fodder," and a cup of unboiled drinking water drawn from who knew where.
At times like this, he missed home more than ever.
Really.
Normally, he hardly missed it at all.
But bad food was absolutely intolerable!!
The worse the food, the more miserable he felt. Sometimes he craved 3A's cooking so badly that he even dreamed of eating hot pot with them, then woke up drooling.
Unable to take it anymore, Gluttonous Beast shoved the plate of "pig swill" away. "I'm not eating this! Make it again. How can you serve something burnt? Are you trying to poison me?"
The base traitors standing before him exchanged looks. Some looked thoroughly annoyed.
"You still think you're a top-tier protected species at City B Base? That you can have whatever you want?"
"Exactly. You should be grateful you have anything to eat!!"
"If you don't like it, open your space! Once you do, you can have whatever you want!"
Gluttonous Beast had been imprisoned in this high-rise amid the ruins for a long time. He had no idea how many days had passed. After the Little Ice Age and Total Blackout Day ended, the Polar Day Period began, leaving it bright outside all the time. His Wristband was stored in his space, too, so he had completely lost track of time.
Judging by the view, he was pretty high up, somewhere above the tenth floor. Gluttonous Beast couldn't hurt a fly. If it had been the Four Continents Team or a special operations team like 3A, they probably would have dared to climb down barehanded. But before the apocalypse, he had been an ordinary person.