“Kill me all you want. I wouldn’t even bat an eye!” The wolf demon huffed coldly, seemingly unafraid.
Slice!
Alex swung his sword and chopped off one of its large legs. Blood poured out of the wormd immediately.
“Awooooo..!”
The demon wolf was tough, but he was still shivering from the pain of having one of his legs amputated.
He tried his best to struggle free, but Alex immediately held him down. Alex pinned the demon wolf to the ground using ten or so swords, drenching the floor with wolf blood completely.
However, Alex then used the divine power of Zharvakko, which stopped the bleeding.
‘This…’
The demon wolf lay on the ground. He couldn’t even end his own life. All he could do was wait for his fate to be decided. Moreover, he noticed Alex bringing out a barbeque grill, lighting it up, and started roasting the wolf’s leg.
‘That’s brutal. I’m still alive!’
“After training the breathing method, I’m becoming more interested in feeding on blood.” Alex sighed.
“I’m not going to be addicted, right?”
He then asked the Mystic Maiden, who was currently in his mind palace. ‘How long would this last?’
The Mystic Maiden replied, “As your body improves, you’d need to feed on more blood energy, which means that you’d be required to eat higher class flesh. At this moment, these immortal demon beasts can still satisfy your needs, but this won’t be enough later on. You’d have to find even higher-ranking beasts.”
“Like some ancient Supremes, their bodies would be so powerful that they’d have to eat phoenix flesh and drink dragon’s blood. So they treated Kirin scales as snacks, and they didn’t even want golden wings or large birds.”
Alex was shocked to hear this, but he was rather fascinated as well.
‘So those Supremes are probably what people call true Supremes!’
[Eating some of this meat would definitely be able to cure cancer!]
[Holy sh*t, for real? You lot aren’t scammers, right?]
[What can we even scam you of?! That meat belongs to Michelle’s brother! We can’t sell it even if we wanted to. All we can do is watch.]
However, the live stream was already too fired up to calm down. Some people, who were very rich and also suffering from cancer, started sending multiple rockets as donations to Michelle. They didn’t have any other way to cure their sickness after all.
Especially this one guy with the online name ‘Andrius’. He kept sending rockets as if his life depended on it. The large amount of noise coming from her phone caught Michelle’s attention. Taking just one glance at it, she was instantly stunned. It would seem that this ‘Andrius’ had donated two thousand rockets at once.
‘Is this guy this rich to just waste his money like that? What does he want?’
She then noticed a message attached to the donation.
[Miss Yowell, can I buy a few pounds of meat from your brother? I’ll offer a billion for each pound, and the price I offered is negotiable.]
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