Volume One, Chapter Five: The God-Eating Cult
“Young man, you sure have an appetite!”
Jiang Buyue looked up with a puzzled expression at the manager of Haoju Lai Hotpot, unsure of his intentions. Could it be that he thought Jiang had eaten too much and wanted to chase him away?
“Here you go, young man!”
Jiang Buyue took the coupon from the manager’s hand, even more confused.
“This is a coupon for the self-service hotpot restaurant next door. Their discounts are great, service is excellent, the ingredients are fresh and authentic, and the taste is unbeatable!”
Damn! What a fierce business rivalry!
An hour later, Jiang Buyue rubbed his satisfied belly and left the Haoju Lai self-service hotpot restaurant.
“Brother Yue, is there a famine at your home?” his friend asked.
“Just pretend there is,” Jiang Buyue replied, unwilling to explain, and besides, he couldn’t explain it clearly.
Night had fallen, stars twinkled, and the Milky Way shone brilliantly.
Jiang Buyue waved goodbye to Liu Yu and headed home.
[Name: Jiang Buyue]
[Gender: Male]
[Age: 18]
[Cultivation: Quasi-Martial Artist, Stage 4 (55%)]
[Martial Skills: Gale Slash (Entry: 32%), Chaos Devouring Technique (Intermediate: 77%), Shadow Step (Intermediate: 96%)]
[Attributes: Strength 35, Constitution 15, Agility 20, Spirit 6]
Jiang Buyue chose not to take the bus home but to run.
His neighborhood was located in the old northern district of Jiangnan Base City.
After running five kilometers in eight minutes, Jiang Buyue felt his legs weaken and his entire body was unusually fatigued.
[Notification! This is youth! Shadow Step feels it can no longer remain so listless and has broken through from intermediate to mastery level (1%).]
Jiang Buyue exclaimed, “From intermediate straight to mastery—this Shadow Step is damn impressive! Not like some other martial skills!”
“Ah—”
A piercing scream echoed through the quiet night.
Jiang Buyue shuddered and abruptly stopped, his eyes fixed on the darkness of a nearby alley, silent and still.
Frowning, he quickened his pace, eager to leave the area.
***
“Stop right there!”
Startled, Jiang Buyue instinctively leaned sharply to the side, dodging swiftly to create distance.
A cold gleam flew past, barely grazing his clothes, stirring a gust of wind that rustled his garments.
“Not bad reflexes,” a voice sneered.
Turning his head, Jiang Buyue’s heart jolted.
Before him stood a middle-aged man, filthy and bloodstained, dragging a headless corpse, chewing on something unknown, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
“The Devouring God Cult!!!”
The original owner’s memories of the cult were limited—only knowing they were a group of crazed, bloodthirsty fanatics.
Noticing the bite marks on the headless corpse and considering what the man was chewing on, Jiang Buyue’s heart sank, a wave of nausea instantly rising.
The overwhelming urge to vomit surged like a tide, but he forced himself to endure it.
Without hesitation, he turned sharply and dashed away at full speed.
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