Led by Daishi, the Feast Ship taking the middle route would be the first to reach Sweet Island.
The other teams would arrive dozens of minutes or even an hour or so later, as their assigned areas were farther apart.
In terms of arrival order, the middle route could be considered the riskiest, since theirs would be the first fleet to land.
Daishi stood at the bow the entire time, his hands behind his back. As they drew closer, he could almost feel the cloyingly sweet fragrance drifting from ahead against his skin, so thick it seemed tangible. Even Daishi could not help frowning, a gas mask prepared for this moment covering his face.
The Rain of Gourmet Food in the sky had not stopped either, but compared to a few months ago, it had dwindled to a faint drizzle. What fell was mostly snacks and treats, blocked by the canopy erected over the Feast Ship.
A few snacks slid off into a giant palm. Soon, the sound of disturbingly ravenous gobbling came from the deck, followed by the rumbling of an unbearably hungry stomach.
"Haozi, how are you feeling?"
Shi Lei spoke without looking back. Not far behind him, Haozi sat on the deck, his body swollen with fat to nearly five meters tall.
Hearing Daishi's voice, Haozi stopped what he was doing and looked up.
"Mother is crying, but... I can still hold on."
He replied with a "See-No-Evil" hood over his head, modified and enhanced by Istil. Its mental purification and sound-filtering functions had been strengthened, and it covered only half his head, leaving his drooling mouth exposed so he could still eat.
It was also thanks to this item that Haozi's mind remained much more stable, with the effects of the filtered crying reduced to a