"Dorothea, that roast meat you made before really wasn't very good. I went to all that trouble growing so delicious, and you wasted it!"
Maeve complained.
"You couldn't even make Maeve meat taste good?" Vanessa glanced at Dorothea.
"Th-that wasn't me! Sia made it! Sia, come out and back me up!" Dorothea's eyes widened at once.
Then her demeanor changed. She glanced fearfully at the pile of corpses beside them before nodding helplessly.
"I made it."
Vanessa and Maeve exchanged a look.
"Never mind. I've figured out a few more tasty cuts. Take a few more crates of meat back later, and bring me some once you've roasted it. No chili peppers."
Vanessa: "..."
She suddenly wondered whether, as their cult leader, she had paid too little attention to her believers' mental health.
Shouldn't Maeve have been concerned about the restorative effect and speed of recovery after eating the meat? How had it turned into a question of whether it tasted good?
Becoming delicious could arguably count as one of the ability's effects, so she could set that aside for now.
But what was this about eating her own meat???
And she was even getting picky about the cuts?
Still...
Vanessa couldn't help asking, "Maeve, does eating yourself restore you too?"
"Yes."
Vanessa sucked in a cold breath. "Then couldn't you get infinitely stronger just by eating yourself?"
Shengtuo isn't the God of Devouring the Body. You are!
"The restorative effect is tied to the upper limit of the spirituality contained in the flesh." Maeve knew what Vanessa was thinking the moment she heard her. She had entertained the same fantasy herself, only to discover that she couldn't exploit that loophole.
"But it really is useful in combat. For example, if I'm wounded somewhere vital, I can take a couple