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I'm so angry!
Human selfishness is on full display in Ian at this moment—he thought he was the only one in the entire universe who could sleepwalk in "Wonderland," but it turns out that having nightmares at night is not just his exclusive privilege?
Who knows?
family!
A second "Alice" has appeared!
Ian felt pathetic for encountering a cheat code under a scumbag! His anger instantly surged, and he rushed forward, trying to grab the other person's collar through the glass window.
however.
He suddenly rummaged around a few times.
"Damn it! Come closer!"
Because Ian's arms weren't long enough, he couldn't reach the other person through the window, which was only about the size of his head. The hunchbacked chef even hit his hand a few times with a soup spoon.
of course.
I only hit it a few times.
Ian grabbed his spoon.
"Who are you? Why hasn't your soul been baptized by me?" The chef and Ian started a struggle over the soup spoon, and the chef asked these questions as they pulled at each other.
It was clear that Ian was quite puzzled that he hadn't fallen into the same "puppet" state as Kara.
"An incurable soul!"
The chef assessed Ian's "abnormal" condition.
"You're hopeless! Baptism, you like baptism so much, huh? I'll give you a proper baptism right now!" Ian swung his fist to smash the window glass that was blocking his way.
only.
"Make way, it's time to eat." Kara, with her dazed eyes and blank expression, squeezed in front of Ian. She had been queuing behind Ian the whole time.
Now they seem to be unable to wait any longer.
I saw.
Kara stared at the lush green food in the serving window, swallowing hard, a dazed smile playing on her lips, her eyes revealing an eager longing.
“Yes…that’s the right way…” The chef nodded in satisfaction, took a new ladle from behind his back, ladled out a bowl of thick soup with strange green bubbles, and handed it to Kara.
Kara took the soup bowl blankly, slowly raised it, and was about to drink it.
"No, Auntie! You can't resist what's in this bowl!" Ian strongly suspected that the strange chef had taken Gul'dan's script, just like he had gained the Hulk's power.
I'm so hungry!
With a dazed look in her eyes, Kara struggled with Ian for the soup bowl. Of course, she was stronger than Ian. Just as Kara was about to put the soup bowl to her mouth, Ian had no choice but to activate his super intelligence in desperation.
"I'll handle it! I can manage!" Ian looked at his skill panel. The Berserker's skill options included many skills that sacrificed negative effects in exchange for temporary power boosts.
He still had one skill point left unused, proving that the habit of holding back was indeed crucial. Seeing Kara about to be tricked, Ian stuck his head out and slurped up all the soup in Kara's bowl.
"The taste is actually not bad?"
Ian smacked his lips in utter astonishment.
Something that looks and smells disgusting actually tastes amazing when you drink it?
"I get it! Stinky tofu! A brand new version of stinky tofu!" Ian felt he had deciphered the other party's soup recipe, and at the same time, a new status appeared on his status panel.
Blood Curse
His seemingly green appearance will cause Ian's body to slowly mutate and gradually erode his mind, leading him towards depravity and madness.
“That’s right… For victory! For the new world!” The chef wasn’t annoyed that Ian had taken Kara’s soup bowl; instead, he wore the smile of satisfaction that was to be expected.
"Do you also want the world to experience pain?"
Ian smacked his lips, unaware that he had fallen into depravity.
of course.
The changes in the body are visible to the naked eye.
Ian looked down at his hands and found green energy surging beneath his skin, though it wasn't particularly abundant; it was as if it were accumulating power dormant within them.
[You are being corrupted by fel energy. Experience points +1]
have to say.
This is definitely the most severe negative status Ian has ever experienced since acquiring the [Berserker] class. An ordinary person would probably be terrified and panicked.
however.
"It's about to be upgraded! It's delicious! I love it!" When Ian saw the chef serve another bowl of soup to Kara who was waiting, he immediately snatched the new bowl and gulped it down.
Kara showed her anger at having her food taken away.
"Wait, you..."
The chef stared in astonishment at the greedy Ian.
"You actually have such talent? Very good, very good. I need a devout and promising warrior like you." Seeing that Ian had finished his second bowl of soup with great relish.
The chef was overjoyed after regaining his senses.
He quickly served the soup.
He handed Ian bowl after bowl.
"Cuckoo~"
"Cuckoo~"
"Cuckoo~"
Ian, of course, accepted all offers.
Over time.
He drank more than ten bowls of green soup in a row. The chef, who was getting more and more excited, gradually realized that something was wrong. Logically speaking, the boy in front of him should have already begun to transform into a different life form.
"There's something wrong with you!"
The chef angrily stopped serving the green soup.
"No? Stingy?" Upon seeing this, Ian looked around for a while, then pulled the water pipe from the corner and skillfully inserted it into the soup pot below the window from the outside.
Although the [Curse of Blood] indicated that it would affect his sanity, he did not feel himself going insane, nor did he unlock his Hulk form after drinking a few more sips.
Even his strength didn't increase! What happened to the promise that drinking the soup would make him bigger and stronger?! As a berserker with severely unbalanced attributes, Ian is prepared to sacrifice his intelligence to make his strength surpass his mental strength.
Unfortunately, God did not understand him.
"Tell me! Did you dilute the demon blood with water?! Damn it!" Ian gulped down the blood while pulling out his dagger and frantically leveling up.
Do not misunderstand.
This is not due to a decline in rationality.
It's because Ian discovered that the soup is very nourishing. After taking a couple of sips, he would use his [Self-Healing Frenzy] to steadily gain experience, and his hunger wouldn't arise as a result.
It's practically a perfect tonic soup tailor-made for him!
[You are being corrupted by fel energy. Experience points +1]
[Health points lost, experience +2]
Ian's knife was so powerful it left afterimages. With the two forms of experience gain, he gained double the joy, and in no time, his entire demeanor changed.
It has been upgraded.
Strength: 5.8-8.5
[Physical fitness: 4.7-6.7]
Intelligence: 2.6-2.7
[Spirit: 6.8-7.1]
[Upgrade Rewards: +1 Job Skill Point, Increased Rank Weight, Error Data Cleared.]
Chapter 47 Peerless Divine Weapon, Titan God
good news.
I have finally become a purebred berserker.
bad news.
The negative effects of the Blood Curse were gone, and the surging green energy beneath my skin was gone too. The double happiness seemed to vanish in an instant.
The chef stopped serving soup.
Ian didn't dare to make the cut.
"Damn system, don't upgrade and give me benefits so casually! Don't delete me, restore me, restore me back!" Ian has never been able to negotiate with his system to get any results.
He could only look at the chef inside the window with frustration.
"What system? What upgrade?"
The chef was completely bewildered.
"Another bowl?"
Ian looked at the large bucket that the chef had hurriedly moved aside while his senses were heightened. His hose could no longer reach the bucket because the chef had simply put an iron lid on it.
"You liar! You don't deserve salvation and glory!" The cook looked like a complete madman, but he was still intelligent, and he clearly sensed that something was wrong with Ian.
"I'm not a scammer, really, just give me one more bowl, just one more bowl, I'll pay, I'll pay, okay? Franklin, help me." Ian wanted to recover from his negative state.
He took out his money, only to find that money could also lose its effectiveness. So he had no choice but to resort to reasoning and physically smash the thick glass in front of him.
Eight times the strength of an ordinary person.
But it can only leave some white marks on it.
"This is bulletproof glass."