What If I Can't Die? Chapter 658 - 658 Too Unsightly (1)

Chapter 658 - 658 Too Unsightly (1)

658 Too Unsightly (1)

Song s.h.i.+ had a quota of mutated beast meat. He only needed to spend a few military merits to get the chef to make dishes. Therefore, the expenses were not high. Soon, a table of sumptuous dishes was served, attracting many gazes.

It was very rare for official soldiers to eat so much meat. They usually only ate ordinary meat.

“Eat?”

Song s.h.i.+’s words were concise. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Brother Cha and Stone swallowed their saliva and did not stand on ceremony. However, they still deliberately gave in to Song s.h.i.+. They could not eat faster than the person treating.

Moreover, this was mutated beast meat. It was too energetic and could not be eaten much.

Song s.h.i.+’s stomach felt warm after taking a few bites. The effect of this meat was even more obvious than the nutrient fluid. He could not help but think that the ingredients for the nutrient fluid were mutated beast meat.

The meat he ate was at least Level 2 mutated beast meat. It was probably comparable to a Level 2 nutrient fluid and was very beneficial to his cultivation.

The two people opposite him started sweating profusely after taking a few bites. Stone was the first to stop. Brother Cha continued eating for a while and finally said, “This meat contains too much energy. I don’t dare to eat too much.”

He was a little surprised to see that Song s.h.i.+’s face was only red. “Brother, are you a cultivator?”

“Martial arts pract.i.tioner.”

As Song s.h.i.+ ate, he mobilized his Essence Qi to gather in his Dantian. He could digest the Essence Qi contained in some mutated beast meat.

“You really can’t judge a book by its cover. Previously, when I saw your weak appearance, I thought you were an ordinary person. I didn’t expect you to not only have G.o.d-like marksmans.h.i.+p but also be a martial artist.”

Brother Cha took a sip of water and sighed. “I’ve made a killing this time.”

“I’ve also given the guy who sent me here a chance, but all I received was mockery.”

Song s.h.i.+ said jokingly, “Since you’re willing to help me, you should receive a rich reward. In the future, come with me to eat mutated beast meat every day until you finish your quota.”

He had killed four wolves, and each wolf weighed three to four hundred catties. According to ten percent, he could also get more than a hundred catties of meat. Even if he killed more people, it would be enough to eat for a month.

“We can’t eat so much. Our digestive ability is limited. We just have to eat once every other day.”

Brother Cha shook his head. “Since you can cultivate, you should eat more.”

“You must be Immortal Emperor. You surprised everyone. It’s rare for the cannon fodder camp to be so outstanding as soon as they arrived.”

A woman’s voice sounded beside him.

Song s.h.i.+ turned around and saw a short-haired woman pa.s.sing by with someone. This woman’s appearance was ordinary, but she was very capable and did not have the delicate beauty of ordinary women.

He recognized this person as the person who had killed the Iron-skinned Wolf alone here other than him. The rest had been killed or blown up by many people.

When Brother Cha saw the latter, he smiled and said, “Lin Lili, you were number one in marksmans.h.i.+p here previously. Now that your position has been taken away, what do you think?”

“What can I think? My marksmans.h.i.+p is at most good, but I don’t think I’m that powerful.”

Lin Lili reached out her hand. “h.e.l.lo, we can work together more in the future.”

Song s.h.i.+ reached out and shook her hand. “Let’s work together if there’s a chance.”

“You guys eat. I won’t disturb you anymore.”

Lin Lili could tell that Song s.h.i.+ did not want to talk to her too much. She let go and walked past him to eat the mutated beast meat she had allocated.

“This woman is not simple,” Brother Cha said softly.

Song s.h.i.+ did not care and continued eating. He planned to continue cultivating when he returned later and make full use of this mutated beast meat.

For the next week, Song s.h.i.+ spent his time busy. He had cleared all the Twelve True Meridians and his internal energy flowed throughout his body. He began to strengthen his physique and his strength increased every day.

At the same time, his injuries had also recovered in advance. Coupled with his external training, his physical fitness was rapidly improving.

He could easily jump ten feet high and exceed 600 kilograms in strength.

Next, he had to continuously condense his inner Qi and transform it into even purer Genuine Qi. At that time, he could fly and pluck leaves to injure people. He could cross the river on a reed and his abilities would be extraordinary.

At the same time, he also learned from various channels about the difference in strength between the current power system and the mutated beast levels.

Be it superhumans or mutated beasts, there were nine levels. Levels 1 to 3 were elementary superhumans, Levels 4 to 6 were intermediate superhumans, and Levels 7 to 9 were advanced superhumans.

Below the advanced level, ordinary firearms could still be a threat. After reaching the advanced level, it was very difficult for firearms to hit. Even if they hit, they would not be able to injure them. Any one of them had the ability to fight a thousand enemies alone.

Beyond Level 9 were the so-called Super Kings, or the King-level. Every one of them had destructive power and the ability to destroy cities.

Although he had not personally seen superhumans above the intermediate level, Song s.h.i.+ still deduced that they were roughly equivalent to the Postnatal, Connate, and Foundation Establishment levels of the martial artist system. The so-called King-level should be equivalent to the Golden Core realm.

He had cultivated the Twelve True Meridians and his internal strength had spread throughout his entire body. His various physical fitness had already far exceeded that of ordinary people. He was probably equivalent to a Level 2 superhuman. After condensing Genuine Qi, he should be able to reach Level 3.

This speed was already very fast, but it was still far inferior to when he relied on the system to improve back then.

Song s.h.i.+ was not in a hurry. This was the normal cultivation speed. Although it could not compare to his previous cultivation speed, it was more than ten times faster than other martial arts pract.i.tioners.

As his cultivation level increased, Song s.h.i.+’s consumption of food became greater and greater. The Level 1 nutrient fluid he exchanged for was clearly not enough. He had to eat more mutated beast meat to withstand it.

On this day, Song s.h.i.+ went to the canteen to eat as usual. When he arrived, he was told that the mutated beast meat had already been eaten.

He frowned at the fat woman in charge of the registry, “My quota must be more than 50 kilograms, right?”

“There’s nothing like that. You can’t count the fur and other parts. Moreover, you eat so much every day and even brought three people to eat it. Naturally, there’s not much left.”

The fat woman chuckled.

“Then how much do I have left?”

Song s.h.i.+’s gaze turned cold.

“46 kilograms, I think. See for yourself. You finished it yesterday.”

As he already had some cultivation, the woman was a little afraid of Song s.h.i.+’s gaze and turned the screen in her hand around.

Song s.h.i.+ took a look. Due to the increase in Essence Qi consumption, he had eaten three meals in the past few days. Including the previous ones, he had only eaten a total of 17 meals.

Spade and the other two weren’t cultivators, so they couldn’t digest too much mutated beast meat. It was already good enough if they could eat half a catty, and they didn’t come every day.

In other words, it was already not bad to have two catties of meat for a meal in the first few days, but they had registered five to six catties. The nearest meal was actually more than ten catties. Even if Song s.h.i.+ could eat, his appet.i.te would only double. It was not to the extent that he would eat more than ten catties per meal.

He took a deep look at the latter, and his expression suddenly darkened as he slapped the table.

BANG!

A handprint that was an inch deep was smashed into the mud table. Cracks spread as he said coldly, “You have to cook for me again today!”

Song s.h.i.+ was not a fool. If he could not tell that someone had secretly deducted his mutated beast meat, he could bang his head against the wall and die.

The latter was so frightened that the fat on her face trembled like a frightened pig. She hurriedly retreated a little and then stomped her feet and screamed, “You don’t have a quota to eat. If you want to eat, exchange it with military merits.”

There had been no mutated beasts for Song s.h.i.+ to kill for the past week. Where did he get the military merits from? Song s.h.i.+ sneered. “Your actions are too unsightly. I’m already giving you face by asking you to cook another meal. Don’t go overboard.”