The Universe Is Innately Just 179 Strange Aftertaste Part One

He approached the purple fruit to his nose and sniffed a few times before his eyes opened in surprise. Without any hesitation, he bit through the glossy skin of the fruit and munched a few times before swallowing. Waves of surprise washed his body as not only the fruit wasn't hard to consume-nearly turning into a liquid from a few chews- but a fresh and chilling sensation spread through his body.

The sensation was extremely identical to consuming mild medicinal pills. After the aftertaste of the fruit died down, he took a few more bites of the fruit. Like before, it didn't take much time for the fruit to turn into a cold yet refres.h.i.+ng liquid containing very mild but tenacious energy. He scooped a few fruits in his plate and began filling his body with the mild energy coming from the fruits.

Every single one of the fruits had a different flavor, and a specific particularity in its affinity. The first one caused a chilling coldness that spread through his body, while the second caused a warm sensation to appear on his skin. Another person who had bitten of the same fruit could be seen fuming with red skin, his pores opened up and small wisp of black steam could be seen escaping from the surface of his skin.

Fell couldn't help but have greed flashed in his thought, and with a hidden and subtle movement, he scooped a few fruits now and then inside of his spatial pocket. He tested every fruit that came to his sight, and had even nearly got up from his chair to lookout in the nearby tables. But he had quickly noticed with a few glances that the table where he was contained every variety of fruit, and even a few rarities that were only available to them.

Wind had also noticed the value of the fruit. But sadly, he didn't have any spatial pocket and simply decided to scoop the one he took in his stomach, directly consuming them. The nearby n.o.ble could understand that Fell could eat one fruit after the other, as they were somewhat aware of his bodily strength. But the scene of Wind swallowing one fruit after another caused them waves upon waves of shock.

They simply couldn't understand how a sane human being could support the phenomenon caused by the energy filled fruit. His body was constantly trembling and pa.s.sed from one extreme to another, but he managed to push through and kept stuffing one fruit after another in his mouth.

"He clearly is suffering… But he still isn't stopping!", one of the guests couldn't help but explain.

"I would have done the same if I was in his stead.", one of the first step cultivators thought with a face filled with envy. He too would have wanted the fruit's juice splashed all over his jaw, and to have the pleasure to not care about the cost nor the rarity of each of those otherworldly fruits.

Sadly, he could only watch with sadness in his eyes while eating half of a fruit that was on his plate. Its skin was dehydrated and was nearly peeled out of it, and its texture was far from the juicy fruit in Wind's hand. When he felt the meager amount of medicinal energy that was released from it, a tear nearly escaped from the corner of his eyes, and he sighed before accepting the harsh truth.

Time pa.s.sed quietly under those circ.u.mstances, and the last part of the dinner came to an end. Rows of butlers and maiden reappeared with empty trays and loaded the numerous amounts of fine silvery plates and furniture. Unfortunately for them, the process of cleaning the table out of their plate had to be repeated twice due to their numbers.

Thankfully, the guests' mind was still savoring the after taste of the rich dinner course. And when it was over, a few guests couldn't help but light cigarette or cigars. And a few cultivators even rolled a mixture of spiritual herbs to smoke.

Time pa.s.sed quietly in those conditions, and due to nothing happening in their table, Fell decided to excuse himself for a short walk.  His leg took him to the large courtyard and began touring the garden with unhurried footsteps. He knew that starting now, the decorum with the n.o.bles might fall at any moment, and he came here to mentally prepare himself for any events.

He had no idea what the elders' specialties were, nor did he have any information on the full extent of their power. But confidence arose in his might when he thought about his last fights; he was sure that the black skeleton was far above a first steps cultivator as for the virtual immortal. If it wasn't for the fact that he was given ample time, the fight might have turned into something completely different.

After touring through the garden, he noticed that a few guests had also left the main venue to clear their mind and breathe a few wisps of clean air. Although he hadn't noticed any confrontation nor tension during the event, he could feel the hidden hostility that existed between the n.o.ble families.

He had long gotten accustomed to the idea that their system was too flawed, and that many people would a.s.sist him if he fought against the four leading families. Certainly, their action wouldn't be done in a direct way unless they were a.s.sured that at least one of the leading families could be taken down.

What he was planning wasn't just the downfall of the leading families, but the complete disappearance of the n.o.ble family's system. That was his last and sole wish before leaving the city, a difficult project that would cut his karma here.