Chapter 63

Chapter 63

"Eat?"

Audiences in both live streams echoed the same puzzled voice. Subconsciously, they looked at Ji Xinghai, only to meet a pair of eyes that were half-amused and half-indifferent, dangerous and alluring, ready to ensnare anyone who dared to look too closely.

For a moment, the foreign audience was captivated, then slapped themselves back to reality in the next second: Wake up! He's the enemy!

"Both Paul and Frieson were deceived by this JiuZhou student. He must have known all along, which is why he set this trap."

"At the cost of an arm? That can't be possible, right?"

"Don't forget, we're dealing with a psychopath here. He's capable of anything."

"I told you from the start that Paul and the others would provoke someone they shouldn't. Damn it!"

The viewers in Frieson's live stream gritted their teeth. Many had come over from Paul's now-black screen. Having already locked onto one anomalous disaster and likely facing another soon, their moods were grim, ready to explode at any moment.

They blamed Paul and Frieson for not being cautious or strong enough, for carelessly provoking a powerful enemy, but most of their anger was directed at Ji Xinghai.

As citizens of a resource-poor and weak nation, their lives were unimaginable to those from JiuZhou. Struggling daily just to survive was the norm for ordinary people, leaving little room for high moral standards.

Their expectations were already low; they just wanted to live. But even that seemed difficult now.

"Will our country be destroyed because of this?" Their nerves were stretched to the breaking point.

'Ji Xinghai from JiuZhou is too skilled at acting. If we had seen his true self from the beginning, how could our students have chosen to confront such a dangerous individual?'

Refusing to accept the harsh reality, the viewers began shifting blame. They transferred their fear and resentment of the anomalous disasters onto Ji Xinghai, using him as an outlet for their despair.

The viewers in Frieson's live stream had long known about the hunting of students. While many couldn't immediately accept that their own student was despicable, since things were going well at the time, they stood by Frieson, adopting the mentality of 'better my fellow Daoist than me.'

Despicable or not, as long as he survived and achieved results... In the end, it was all about strength.

But their opponent was Ji Xinghai, a student whose power far exceeded common sense. So now Paul was dead, and it was Frieson's turn.

These viewers could already smell the scent of death, their mental state completely shattered. They raged in the live stream, even venturing into Ji Xinghai's channel.

Without a doubt, these people couldn't withstand even a single wave of insults, retreating in disgrace after being berated. They inadvertently brought a large wave of similarly agitated JiuZhou viewers who proceeded to massacre them with eloquent language.

Now, they were prepared for the second anomalous disaster, yet Ji Xinghai said... eat bread? Was this bread poisoned?

"What is Brother Hai doing? It's strange."

The JiuZhou audience didn't think Ji Xinghai would poison the bread; it wasn't his style. Of course, they also didn't believe that he would repay cruelty with kindness by providing food to a hungry enemy and letting him go.

He was the one who had been forced to sever his own arm!

There must be a reason, but what could it be?

Foreign viewers watching the live stream were also discussing the purpose of this bread, each having their own theories. The live stream seemed to enter a phase of 'reading comprehension.'

Some believed the bread was simply a form of 'playing' with prey that was already within grasp.

Others thought it was an act of Ji Xinghai's mercy, willing to provide food to the hungry before delivering judgment, adhering to humanitarian principles.

Generally, no one believed he would show any leniency.

Ji...

When he chose to reason, he did so by pinning hearts with vampire fangs, disrupting self-healing abilities, and choking opponents with crucifix chains, gently persuading: "Why must a fine person like you choose to be a thief?"

When he chose not to reason, it was: "I will devour you."

This style always gave off a sense of familiarity, reminiscent of JiuZhou... cough, unspeakable, unspeakable.

In short, everyone's curiosity was piqued by this unexpected event, to the point where they momentarily forgot their 'anger.'

If the viewers didn't understand, the party involved, Frieson, understood even less. He ate the dry bread bite by bite, unsure of what this Eastern student intended. Was he planning to keep him alive to torture him? Or was there some sort of restraint preventing him from killing?

Regardless, as long as he could survive...

"Finished eating?"

Frieson paused, then nodded.

"Good." Ji Xinghai nodded in satisfaction.

Bang!

The corpse with a hole in its head slowly fell to the ground, its wide-open eyes still conveying disbelief. Ji Xinghai silently holstered his gun.

Out of humanitarian concern, condemned prisoners were allowed one last meal, a response to his cooperation.

"Hmm." With the man dead, Ji Xinghai couldn't hold on any longer. Without any regard for his image, he sat on the ground, pulling out a newly acquired lobster sandwich from his game backpack to replenish his energy.

His arm had stopped bleeding, but he cut it again for a more realistic effect.

The temporary pleasure of the additional cut came at the cost of blood flowing profusely, leaving him dizzy and lightheaded. The heavy scent of blood attracted curious creatures that followed him, waiting for a feast.

Fortunately, the silent werewolf hadn't reached its departure time yet. Its scent kept the lurking beasts at bay.

The werewolf venom didn't affect him particularly much. However, his arm, used as bait, had been torn apart by the giant wolf, the bones inside shattered. His gradually recovering self-healing ability wasn't sufficient to rapidly heal it, making amputation the better option.

Yes, this self-healing ability was one he had recovered, not one he had devoured from a vampire.

With every world he passed through, he left something behind, good or bad.

After quickly finishing the sandwich, Ji Xinghai drank some water, then tossed the empty water bottle to the werewolf. "Help me wash my hands."

Werewolf: ...

The werewolf bared its teeth, about to say something, when suddenly its eyes went blank for a second, turning into two black vortices before quickly returning to their original state.

It silently approached and knelt down on one knee, using the remaining mineral water to wash Ji Xinghai's only remaining hand.

Ji Xinghai reached out his hand, staring unblinkingly at it. "Hi."

Slim, elegant fingers with a skeletal beauty, each tip coagulating blood like strings of crimson pearls. The blood that fell onto the grass soon froze over, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

Cold and pain, these two sensations battled on the surface of his body, yet Ji Xinghai felt more alert, even finding the broken bones less unbearable.

He sniffed the air filled with the scent of blood and an alternative freshness of soap, looking at the werewolf with a smile in his eyes. "How are you?"

Impressive, isn't it? Impressive enough to be a foul?

Even supervisors would die if they fouled, wouldn’t they? Then I could have a taste?

That voice was slightly deep and as icy as the night wind, seemingly laced with mockery.

The werewolf remained silent, only pulling out a pristine handkerchief from somewhere to wipe his fingers clean before standing up, taking the empty mineral water bottle with him.

Not a foul, no death, nothing to taste.

In the moment their eyes met, a silent exchange surged in the shadows:

Then why did you appear?

Routine duty.

Routine duty?

Exam personnel can be killed, but not turned.

Oh? Did I foul?

Rules neither protect nor oppose; the interpretation is mine.

What a pity.

Pity?

Yes, a pity.

What were his chances against it?

He really wanted to give it a try.

Ji Xinghai looked down at his hand, carved like jade, and suddenly smiled.

"If it's not too much trouble, could you search their bodies for me? Thanks."

The werewolf paused, then silently moved towards the corpses on the ground.

"Hisss—"

The audience was stunned: Brother Hai, you wicked man, watch yourself! Don’t think you can flirt just because they’re all males! You don’t know that people don’t care about gender, race, or age when they ship characters, do you?

Brother Hai, there’s no future with NPCs!

With his fingers clean, Ji Xinghai felt better. He glanced at Friesen, whose head had been blown off by a single shot, and Paul, whose neck had been bitten through: it was always these humans who liked to consume themselves, adding countless workloads to him.

Though this kind of person made up only a small percentage of the human population, he always seemed to encounter them, and every time, they left a terrible and lasting impression. For a long time, he despised his own kind more than any other creature.

In the forest, the werewolf was diligently searching the corpses for him. Its upright and serious demeanor suggested it wasn’t the real deal. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, supporting his face with his hand, Ji Xinghai’s smiling eyes held a galaxy.

Simple, direct, useful, and delicious.

Compared to this, weren’t simple food chain relationships more endearing than complex social interactions?

An itch came from the bone seam in his left arm, signaling healing. Perhaps in two days, the wound would completely scar over.

This wasn’t the first time he had lost part of his body, but back then, there had always been replacements, so he still found it a little uncomfortable – a fresh, interesting, and entirely controllable experience.

Indeed, Ji Xinghai had planned to sacrifice an arm from the start when attacking the giant wolf. Paul’s secret technique merely provided another excuse.

Ji Xinghai was also curious how the outside world viewed this. They were related to his interests, naturally rejoicing in gains, but what about losses? Would they change their faces then?

Even if they did, it wouldn’t stop him.

Ji Xinghai assessed his current strength. In the previous scenario, he had eaten so much, yet none of it provided as much energy as a single bronze treasure chest monster in this scenario.

His senses became sharper, his body stronger and more resilient, and his recovery rate increased.

Looking at the results, it seemed as though the Hungry Academy had specifically designed this environment to benefit him, so how could he disappoint it?

Soon, the 'werewolf' presented the collected items to Ji Xinghai.

Aside from the compass with only one slot remaining, there were some portable function coupons, such as fuel cards and one-day motel experience coupons, as well as a quarter of a ticket.

They didn’t have game backpacks, so most of their belongings were likely left in the car.

Ji Xinghai accepted them, then looked at the werewolf and slowly extended his hand. "Help me up."

So helpless, yet so proud.

It pulled him up, then quickly released the fingers tinged with rose red, placing them gently in his palm, before standing behind him. It stood as straight and solemn as a weapon.

Watching this scene, the audience, who had initially disliked the werewolf due to Ji Xinghai’s severed arm, suddenly didn’t find it as detestable. There was something familiar and trustworthy about it, a warrior-like aura they recognized.

"The werewolf and the trainee had different stances; it's impossible to say who was right or wrong. In the end, it was those few individuals' fault; their schemes forced Brother Hai to make the ultimate sacrifice."

Now that the werewolf was on their side, its treatment naturally changed. Much of the original enmity shifted onto the plotters. Two of these three had already paid with their lives, leaving only one still at large.

"Brother Hai won't let him off the hook."

"Of course not, he deserves to die."

"Let's not talk about it anymore; we're just drawing more attention to that guy."

The audience felt frustrated. That ability to convert attention into luck was infuriating. Thankfully, a new topic soon emerged: this silent werewolf warrior. It looked completely different from when it first appeared, yet it remained as enchanting as ever—truly deserving of its status sharing half the monster world with vampires.

Unfortunately, they didn't get to admire this exotic warrior for long. Just as they were about to leave the forest, it was summoned back.

Ji Xinghai emerged from the woods, bathed in a vast expanse of moonlight.

The campfire still burned, but the fish had turned to charcoal, its scorched aroma detectable from afar. The silk blanket that had slipped to the ground remained as soft and smooth as the captured moonlight, shimmering with a layer of moon-white light.