Chapter 687: Belly and Cup Scar
Chapter 687: Belly and Cup Scar
Wow, that's some serious willpower.
As he watched Meli, a female cleaner, eagerly eyeing the food on her plate, ready to devour it all in hopes of achieving a bustier figure, Lyon couldn't help but click his tongue in his mind. He quickly covered his own plate with his hand.
"Don't even think about it. You can only eat the food in front of you at this feast. Eating others' food won't do you any good."
"Oh..."
Hearing Lyon's words, the female cleaner reluctantly withdrew her eager gaze and clenched her small fist, feeling incredibly excited for her new self.
The process was similar to Lyon's. The first change occurred on her skin. A scar on her arm, caused by a childhood mishap of twisting a heating valve, began to fade with a gentle rub of her fingers, revealing the delicate and fair skin beneath.
The transformation then extended to her muscles and bones. With a subtle cracking sound only she could hear, the little female cleaner's body suddenly stretched upward, and her limbs began to elongate slightly.
Although her new figure couldn't be described as tall, it had successfully evolved from 'petite' to 'cute', no longer resembling that of a child.
The area she was most eager to see changes in suddenly felt a surge of warmth, but to her dismay, there was no visible transformation, and it even seemed to have shrunk by a thousandth of its original size.
"..."
What?!
This shouldn't be! Lyon was taken aback, gazing at the female cleaner's unchanged, flat figure. He touched the sashimi in his plate again and read the description of the Feast of the Body.
'Sorts out the body, fills in deficiencies, and achieves the theoretically perfect state...' He thought to himself. There was no mistake about it. The information regarding anomalies, provided by Materialism, had never been wrong. But after receiving the soul sorting, why hadn't her size increased, and instead, it had slightly shrunk?
Could this be her theoretically perfect state? Was the thousandth of a percent shrinkage a result of the body being burdened by improper means, such as excessive consumption of papaya and other foods rich in estrogen, which had artificially boosted her size? Had the Feast of the Body removed that?
Scam! A big scam!
The female cleaner pressed her hand against her belly, feeling the unchanging cup scar. Her mouth twitched uncontrollably, and her nose stung as her eyes welled up with tears.
What frustrated her even more was that, aside from the false promise of a bustier figure, everything else Lyon had said about the feast's benefits was true. The feast did have significant positive effects on the body, making her feel too embarrassed to complain. She clenched her teeth, glaring at Lyon with resentment.
"..."
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you. I genuinely didn't expect this outcome for your situation...
Lyon gave a slight tug at the corner of his mouth and offered her an awkward smile. He quickly finished the last piece of sashimi, then sat upright, meeting her resentful gaze. He waited in silence for the feast to end.
Soon, all the other cleaners, except for the two of them, had finished eating. They managed to free themselves from the spellbinding allure of the food, which had almost driven them to a state of crazed eating and drinking.
These kids have good overall qualities.
Observing the condition of over twenty cleaners, the Crab Director noticed that eleven of them had successfully resisted the temptation of the Feast of the Body. He nodded in satisfaction, then unbuttoned his shirt to expose his belly and gently patted it.
"We have a job for you... Alright, let's start with thirty!"
Along with the Crab Director's cheerful command, his bulging belly arched slightly, and then, as if someone was walking inside, a row of tiny footprints appeared.
As Lyon and the others watched in astonishment, the tiny footprints walked along the Crab Director's belly, all the way to the area near his navel. The thick folds of skin around the Crab Director's navel twisted like a round tunnel door, and it opened in a strange clockwise motion.
Immediately, a group of trembling yet overjoyed mini demons emerged from his open navel, their bodies quickly expanding to a size of three meters. They then obediently landed behind the group of cleaners.
"Congratulations, your sentences have been reduced."
After greeting the demons with bat wings on their backs, the Crab Director cheerfully instructed,
"From now on, whenever someone is eliminated, you send them back, and then report to the Rift Prison. Consider it a reward for helping me out. Hmm... Those who are still unconscious and controlled by the 'food' can be sent away now. Get to work!"
Upon hearing the Crab Director's instructions, the demons assigned to the cleaners who had not yet woken up became so excited that they couldn't contain themselves. They quickly lifted over a dozen cleaners with vacant stares, still mechanically maintaining their eating motions. With a loud bang, they disappeared beside the dining table.
However, the largest demon among them, although he had also picked up the cleaner in front of him, did not leave. Instead, he hesitated, looking back at the Crab Director.
"What's the matter?"
Noticing the demon's unusual behavior, the Crab Director blinked and then kindly asked,
"You're staying behind to negotiate with me, aren't you?"
"I dare not..."
Hearing the Crab Director's question, the black demon covered in white bone spikes quickly bowed, his body trembling as he spoke:
"Sir Crab, I just wanted to ask you, when do you plan to release the remaining sixty thousand of our kin?"
"It depends on my mood."
"..."
"What? Do you have an issue with that?"
The Crab Director picked up the white leather cloth by his side and wiped the bloodstained blade of the carving knife. With his hollow eye sockets, he smiled and said,
"If you want to break through the barrier with Rift Power and send some of your kind to the present world, I might as well fulfill your wish and devour your entire clan. Then, I'll bring your entire tribe to the present world. Isn't that great?"
"You... You're joking!"
Provoked by the Crab Director's words, the bone spikes around the demon suddenly erupted, his face filled with anger as he raised his head to say something. But upon seeing the Crab Director's smiling expression, he immediately suppressed his anger, bowing his head again in submission, and pleaded mournfully:
"Sir Crab, you know the situation in the Rift Prison. We and the Rift Demons are mortal enemies. If only twenty or thirty of us return, it won't be long before they capture and blood-sacrifice us all!
Please, have mercy and release just a few more of our kin... or at least give me a rough timeframe. Otherwise, the Rift Demons will truly drive us to extinction.
Sir Crab, if we, such useful tools, are gone, it will cause some inconvenience for you and the Purification Bureau as well. So..."
"Don't worry, go back with peace of mind."
Interrupting the bone-spiked demon, the Crab Director patted his belly and said with a smile,
"I had a good appetite that day. After eating you, I stayed in the Rift Prison for a few more minutes. The Rift Demons have already gone extinct before you."
(End of Chapter)
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