Thousand Enchantments had swallowed until its belly bulged. The once-slender image of a Six-Winged Angel had been ruined, leaving it like a fat pig that had sprouted wings and flown into the sky.
In fact, as it kept swallowing, Thousand Enchantments had already realized something was wrong.
Kallen had often ordered it to clear the table before, quickly finishing everything off, swallowing it all whole before finding a corner to sleep and digest in peace. But those had been things it could digest normally.
Now, though... Thousand Enchantments discovered that this batch was not so easy to digest.
Before, it had been eating cooked dishes. Now, it had filled its belly with dirt. It would not immediately die of poisoning, but indigestion was inevitable.
Still, it knew it absolutely could not stop now. It had to sweep everything remaining into its mouth, leaving as little residue as possible;
because Kallen in this state was simply too terrifying for it.
If it dared to be picky about its food now, Kallen would pick it for food instead.
Finally, it had swallowed everything.
"Thud..."
A flying pig landed. Despite being a manifestation of soul consciousness, it had somehow managed to convey a tangible heaviness.
It had reached its limit. If it swallowed any more, it would probably burst.
Thousand Enchantments suddenly felt afraid. Who knew how many more contaminating strains like these there were here? How could it possibly swallow them all!
Surely... surely he wasn't really going to make me eat myself to death here?
At the thought of that terrifying scene, Thousand Enchantments began to tremble, like a fat cockroach with its wings spread.
Neo had been saved, yet as the one rescued, he felt neither relief nor joy. Looking at his savior before him, his eyes held only indifference;