Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 323: A Funeral Troupe and a Hearty Feast!

Even now, humanity has no definitive conclusions regarding the special dimensions inhabited by Transcendent Creatures.Because these special spaces are independent of each other, entirely disconnected, and vastly different in form, each dimension corresponds to only a single anchor point.

And that anchor point is the Transcendent themselves.

In the descriptions provided by the Elders' documents, this space is referred to as a "Gap."

As the name suggests, it is a microscopic fissure embedded within the time and space of the main world.

It is similar to humanity's research conclusions on Giant Creatures, which suggest that their existence warped the planet's spacetime balance, giving birth to various distortion zones. A "Gap" might very well be hidden within those distortion zones.

However, the name "Gap" is ultimately just speculation.

After all, this kind of space can neither be observed nor verified. Not even the most advanced detection instruments can capture its traces.

The documents also noted that many people, much like Cheng Ye, prefer to call it a Spiritual Body Space or a spiritual world.

The reason is simple.

Only spiritual bodies can enter this world; any other tangible objects are unable to step foot inside.

Yet right now, the new Trait that had just appeared on the System Panel was specifically appended with the word "World."

Cheng Ye's thoughts spun rapidly. Feeling that sticky malice clinging to him like maggots on a corpse, yet remaining impossible to grasp, a sudden thought sprang into his mind.

'Could it be that this Seamless Shadow Puppet is hiding in a certain Gap, spying on me across spacetime?'

'And Shadow Puppet World is the name of that Gap?'

It was hard to say.

But one thing was absolutely certain: this space was definitely the core ability of the Seamless Shadow Puppet.

After all, completely dissolving one shadow puppet had only given him 1.25% progress on the Trait.

To fully max out this ability, he would have to eliminate at least eighty to a hundred shadow puppets.

Moreover, this elimination couldn't just be a simple, brute-force slaughter. He had to precisely meet the dissolving conditions for each shadow puppet, which was an incredibly harsh requirement.

While lost in thought, Cheng Ye's gaze landed on the two Traits, and his heart skipped a beat.

Strange.

Unlike shadow puppet refining, this Shadow Puppet World actually didn't have an asterisk next to it?

"This is way too bizarre!"

Cheng Ye muttered to himself, filled with astonishment. "A core Trait extracted from an Infected Body can actually be equipped directly?"

Flipping through the Illustrated Handbook of other Infection Sources, Cheng Ye confirmed once again that this was indeed the first time such a situation had occurred.

It wasn't as if he hadn't found Traits without an asterisk on Infection Sources before, but those Traits were basically leftover, marginal skills, not the core abilities of the Infection Source.

At the thought of being able to directly obtain the Seamless Shadow Puppet's ability, equip it, and gain the potential to enter a Gap...

Cheng Ye tried to hold back, but an uncontrollable surge of curiosity and desire welled up in his heart.

The Wilderness was truly where the action was!

Staying in Dabo Town for weeks on end hadn't yielded a single new Trait, let alone a rare Trait capable of touching the very essence of spatial dimensions.

Now, only on his second day out, he had stumbled upon a Trait ability that was suspected of being able to open a new Gap.

This Field Duty trip was more than worth it!

Seeing Cheng Ye's eyes transition from deep contemplation to a burning excitement, even faintly revealing an irrepressible thrill, Liu Bi, who was standing to the side, gave a subtle nod, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

This was exactly what a qualified Inspector should look like.

When facing the thorny problems brought on by Infected Bodies and Infection Sources, one needed not only an inquisitive spirit to get to the bottom of things, but also a self-rewarding mechanism to find breakthroughs in desperate situations.

If locking horns with an Infected Body was treated merely as a headache, then a person simply wasn't cut out for this line of work.

Although Cheng Ye's current behavior carried an unusual degree of hyperarousal, considering this was his first time facing a powerful wild Infected Body directly in the Wilderness, Liu Bi completely understood.

Young people ought to have this kind of sharp drive and spirit.

However, the first hurdle—the test of cognition—had been successfully passed; next came the main event of dealing with the Seamless Shadow Puppet.

Recognizing and understanding an Infected Body's abilities was just the foundation. Knowing how to target, counter, and even contain it was the true key.

If they merely relied on defensive counterattacks, it was inevitable that this cunning entity would eventually find a flaw in their guard.

Of course, Liu Bi himself didn't realize that just a few hours ago, his plan had been to pack up and head straight home to hide if things looked bad.

But after witnessing Cheng Ye dissolve a shadow puppet as easily as chopping vegetables, his mindset had completely shifted without him even noticing.

This Seamless Shadow Puppet might not be entirely unmanageable out here in the Wilderness.

Harboring thoughts that were entirely different yet ultimately reached the same destination, the two men stood side by side, their sharp gazes fixed on the outside of the main gate as they quietly awaited the Seamless Shadow Puppet's second move.

The night gradually thickened, turning as dark as ink.

The autumn wind grew increasingly bleak and biting, sweeping up the gravel and dead leaves from the ground and spinning them around the empty courtyard.

After the first wave of shadow puppets was completely dissolved, the Seamless Shadow Puppet actually remained motionless for a long time.

If it weren't for that persistent malice clinging to their surroundings, one might have easily assumed it had recognized the difficulty and quietly retreated.

"This is a cunning creature; it absolutely retains full cognitive abilities," Liu Bi murmured in a low voice, glancing at Yin Ruofeng and the other three in the vehicle.

It was intentionally stalling, letting fear constantly ferment in the dead of the dark, allowing the tension to chip away at human mental strength and willpower bit by bit.

This was the most insidious kind of psychological warfare.

Inside the vehicle, apart from the sibling pair who were forcing themselves to stay vigilant, Yin Ruofeng and Zhang Daping both looked somewhat pale. Their eyes were unfocused, their fingers absentmindedly caressed their weapons, and they kept licking their dry lips in a bid to ease the panic welling up inside them.

Such tactics were beyond the comprehension of low-level Infected Bodies that only knew how to slaughter.

Only those Fusion Entities that had evolved complete sentience would know to observe human reactions before striking at an opportune moment.

And just as Liu Bi finished speaking, a new figure finally emerged slowly from the darkness.

Cheng Ye raised his hand, tapping his Defense Terminal to check the time. It was already ten o'clock at night.

The moon was nearing its zenith, casting down a cold light that dispelled some of the thick darkness but also made the surrounding scenery appear even more eerie.

There were still a full seven hours until dawn. For ordinary people, this was destined to be an agonizingly long night.

But whenever he thought about the Shadow Puppet World Trait, Cheng Ye felt his mouth go dry, an unbearable excitement washing over him.

He wondered if this Seamless Shadow Puppet could send out enough shadow puppets for him to grind the progress of this Trait all the way to maximum.

Creak.

A harsh scraping noise shattered the dead silence.

Stepping onto the rough sandy ground outside, the first to emerge was a greasy-faced middle-aged man.

He had a round, bulging belly, and the white coat he wore was stained with obscure, dark spots that looked like dried blood.

His steps were slow and heavy, yet carried an indescribably bizarre rhythm, like a marionette being pulled by invisible strings, inching closer to the courtyard gate step by step.

However, this time, he wasn't alone.

One figure after another walked out of the darkness—there were a full dozen or so of them.

There were four burly men carrying a heavy stone stove, three women holding iron woks and spatulas, an elderly man and woman holding clay bowls, and even three children carrying small bamboo baskets.

Men and women, old and young, of varying shapes and sizes, all holding or carrying pots, pans, bowls, ladles, chopping boards, and kitchen knives. They were the spitting image of a complete cooking crew.

Including the middle-aged man, there were thirteen of them in total.

Inside the vehicle, Yin Ruofeng's pupils shrank abruptly as his palms tightly gripped his weapon.

The cold moonlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon the figures, but it didn't cast even the slightest shadow. Instead, it made their silhouettes look somewhat ethereal, like paper cutouts pasted against the dark night.

What was even more bizarre was that when these people first stepped out, their movements were as stiff as marionettes. Their joints made no sound as they rotated; there was only the rustling of fabric rubbing together, which sounded exceptionally harsh in the dead silence of the night.

Yet, as they approached the courtyard gate, their movements suddenly became indistinguishable from normal humans. Their faces even bore a perfectly measured look of exhaustion, devoid of any discernible flaws.

The leading middle-aged man stepped forward, patted his round belly, and grinned. "The two fine brothers sitting in the courtyard, our funeral troupe lost our way while traveling and accidentally wandered into your territory. Could you do us a favor and let us rest inside for the night?"

"A funeral troupe?"

Cheng Ye turned his head and exchanged a glance with Liu Bi before asking loudly, "Where are you coming from?"

"We come from the Asian Sea Shelter City in Hai Province," the middle-aged man replied instantly. A fawning expression actually appeared on his face, bowing and scraping exactly like a traveling merchant trying to make a living.

Setting aside the eerie scene before them, just looking at his vivid expression made it incredibly difficult to tell whether he was a human or a shadow puppet.

Cheng Ye didn't rush to ask about the other party's conditions. Instead, he smoothly changed the subject and countered in a flat tone, "What if I don't let you in?"

The fawning smile on the middle-aged man's face stiffened. He grinned again, but this time, the smile carried an indescribably sinister chill.

He raised a hand and patted his round belly, his voice suddenly dropping lower, carrying a cloying sense of oppression. "You won't let us in?"

The instant his voice fell, the twelve figures behind him moved a half-step forward in unison. The pots, pans, and bowls in their hands clattered together, producing a fine jingling sound that was particularly grating in the dark.

"Brother, you wound us," the middle-aged man said slowly. Yet, his gaze remained fixed on Cheng Ye, holding an unspeakable eeriness, as if he were sizing up a piece of merchandise.

"Our funeral troupe is all about ensuring the dead find peace in the earth. But if we stay outside your territory and end up gnawed by the wild things of the night, frozen stiff by the cold dew, and have our souls scattered, we'll become wandering ghosts, never to be reincarnated."

He paused, his voice rising a few pitches, carrying a trace of deliberate grievance, as if he had suffered an enormous injustice. "When that time comes, these homeless souls will have nowhere to go but to haunt the nearest living person. Who told you to refuse opening the door and letting us rest? At that point, the lives of all thirteen of us will be on your head.

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Good lord.

This Seamless Shadow Puppet was actually playing the forced coercion game?

Cheng Ye was instantly left speechless. Not only the Seamless Shadow Puppet itself, but even the shadow puppets under its command seemed to have a giant word written all over their faces:

Mechanism!

No wonder the major shelter cities preferred to let ordinary people serve as Inspectors. When dealing with this kind of trap-filled monstrosity, what use would an ordinary Transcendent be anyway?

Choose to turn a blind eye?

Then he'd have to take full responsibility. These shadow puppets would probably just commit suicide on the spot, forcing a deduction of his life force.

Choose to confront them head-on?

Then he had to accurately fulfill their dissolving conditions without a single misstep.

But with just one glance, Cheng Ye could determine that the thirteen members of this funeral troupe were entirely different from the old woman's eight grandsons earlier. They were all genuine, bona fide shadow puppets.

If he acted using the same method as before, each shadow puppet would drain half a percent of his life force. By the time he finished all thirteen...

He would fall right into the Seamless Shadow Puppet's control threshold!

More importantly, even if he relied on the fir tree's life force to recover and managed to kill these shadow puppets, they wouldn't truly perish. They would merely enter a cooldown period and would return sooner or later.

"What a funeral troupe," Cheng Ye chuckled lightly, a hint of amusement in his tone. "So, what are the conditions to send you on your way?"

"To send us on our way..."

The middle-aged man dragged out his words as the fawning expression immediately crept back onto his face. Smiling attentively, he said, "Our funeral troupe travels far and wide, and we only ask for a hot meal. As long as you do us the honor of eating a meal cooked by our own hands, the moment we finish wiping our mouths, we will leave immediately and absolutely not disturb you."

Cheng Ye was somewhat surprised. "I don't need to pay?"

"Of course not!" The middle-aged man's smile narrowed his eyes into slits as he patted his chest. "If you do us the honor of eating, that is giving us the greatest face!"

"Alright then, show me what you've got!" Cheng Ye nodded in agreement, curious to see just how bizarre these shadow puppets' methods could get.

Seeing that he had received permission, the middle-aged man immediately raised his hand and waved at the troupe members behind him.

The twelve figures sprang into action instantly. Their movements were so skilled it was as if they had practiced them thousands of times, cooperating flawlessly.

The burly men carrying the stove placed the heavy stone structure on the ground without making the slightest clatter, as light as a feather.

One bent down and grabbed a handful of grayish-brown sand from by his feet, spread it in his palm, and gave it a gentle shake. When he lifted his hand again, the sand in his palm had turned into snow-white flour, cascading down in soft streams.

The woman holding the iron wok quickly stepped forward and placed it securely on the stove. With her other hand, she casually grabbed a handful of rusty, discarded parts from the ground.

Her palm flicked slightly, and before anyone could see what happened, the pile of scrap metal turned into a block of white pork belly, perfectly layered with fat and lean meat. She casually tossed it into the wok, producing a soft sizzle, yet not a single wisp of oily smoke rose from it.

The strangeness only escalated. The old man holding the clay bowl squatted down and picked up a few dusty pebbles from the ground. He tossed them into his bowl, shook it, and when he poured them out, the pebbles had turned into plump grains of white rice, each one crystal clear.

The child holding the bamboo basket ran over to a nearby pile of scrap metal, picked up a few twisted wires, and tossed them into the basket. In the blink of an eye, when he pulled them out again, the wires had transformed into vibrant green vegetables. There were even a few round water droplets clinging to the leaves, making them look incredibly fresh.

The entire funeral troupe had a clear division of labor. When it was the middle-aged man's turn, he staggered into a leap and began humming an odd-tuned nursery rhyme: "Moon hits the branch, the stove fire sways, the white steamed buns are cooked just fine.

Sand for rice, wind for wood, guests shouldn't mind if the meal is rough.

The wok is round, the bowl is neat, a perfect ten to fill the table.

You eat the meat, I'll drink the broth, and the bone scraps will feed the night owls."

After singing, he gently blew a breath beneath the stove. A burst of cyan-blue flame suddenly flared up, and the "ingredients" in the wok

instantly gave off a pungent, sweet, and metallic aroma.

Following that, two burly men stepped forward. They dragged out a wooden table with a missing corner from God-knows-where, slammed it onto the ground, and it stood perfectly steady.

The rest of them immediately crowded around, briskly setting dishes on the table. Their movements were so fast it was like someone had hit fast-forward, giving off an unspeakable sense of eeriness.

Before long, thirteen "dishes" were neatly arranged on the table, exactly corresponding to the thirteen of them.

Braised pork, steamed fish, chilled cucumber salad, sweet and sour spare ribs, shredded potatoes, braised eggplant, shredded pork with green peppers...

Finally, the leading middle-aged man brought over a basin of loofah soup. The soup was clear and looked exactly like normal food—a textbook standard for a funeral banquet.

Beside the table sat gleaming white, steaming bowls of rice and plump white steamed buns.

The middle-aged man seemed highly satisfied with his masterpiece. He walked up to the spikes in front of the gate and bowed slightly. "The number thirteen is the most profound. The world of the living shuns it, but the underworld favors it. Only by gathering thirteen can we pave the way to the gates of the Yellow Springs. We will depart in peace, and you... will gain some quiet."

"I'll take this one," Liu Bi suddenly spoke up, his eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a hint of cold ruthlessness.

"Brother B, you're not planning to ruin the dishes they made, are you?" Cheng Ye asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Is that a problem?" Liu Bi's gaze fell on the stove spewing cyan flames. "Flip the dishes, smash the wok. Let's see how they manage to cook up another meal then."

"No," Cheng Ye shook his head gently and lowered his voice, stunning Liu Bi. "I suspect this is a hard requirement.

Eating these dishes might not be a problem, but if we refuse to eat them using some other method, that's when a disaster will truly occur."

"You want to eat their food?"

"I'll give it a try. I have a decent amount of confidence," Cheng Ye licked his lips, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

It wasn't that he was absolutely certain, but the Earth-Shrinking Giant Louse inside his Spiritual Body Space had actually grown restless again.

The Purple Spirit Bamboo Shoots he harvested last night were extremely valuable, and he had been reluctant to waste them on the giant louse. He hadn't expected this little guy to hold zero grudges.

The moment these figures placed the very first dish on the table, the Earth-Shrinking Giant Louse impatiently burrowed out, jumping up and down in the Spiritual Body Space and constantly broadcasting a familiar intent:

[I... eat, eat, eat, eat, eat!]

"I couldn't let you eat yesterday's Purple Spirit Bamboo Shoots, but for today's shadow puppet meal, eat to your heart's content!"

Cheng Ye stood up and, regardless of whether the Earth-Shrinking Giant Louse could understand his intent, moved the spikes aside and walked out.

A gust of ghostly wind blew past, carrying a biting chill. Even wearing the Fire Lotus Battle Armor, he couldn't help but shiver.

"Is Inspector Cheng really going to eat ghost food?" Inside the vehicle, Yin Ruofeng turned pale from fright, yet he couldn't help but admire Cheng Ye's courage.

It wasn't just eating this ghostly food of unknown origin, but also his ability to step out of the safe courtyard, calmly walk past the thirteen figures, and finally sit firmly at the table.

Just this level of composure alone completely fulfilled the fantasies ordinary people had about Inspectors.

Cheng Ye raised a hand to lift the Protective Helmet's faceplate, picked up the chopsticks from the table, and grabbed a piece of brightly colored braised pork dripping with red oil.

The Earth-Shrinking Giant Louse's intent had become incredibly frantic.

Without any hesitation, he popped it into his mouth. The moment it entered, the rich but non-greasy fat melted on his tongue, filling his mouth with a dense, fragrant sweetness.

Cheng Ye couldn't help but grab the bowl of rice nearby and fiercely shoveled two massive bites into his mouth. It was explosively delicious.

The taste was actually far superior to the food made by the S-grade chef he had recruited, Zhou Kuan. Moreover, it seemed to be mixed with something indescribable that made his mouth water. It had an intense aftereffect, transforming directly into the purest life force.

As soon as the meat entered his stomach, ninety percent of the energy was instantly siphoned away by the greedy Earth-Shrinking Giant Louse in his Spiritual Body Space, leaving only ten percent in his body.

Yet, just this ten percent instantly replenished the half percent of life force previously drained by the old woman, and even provided a surplus.

"Guest, is the food to your liking?" The woman who had cooked the braised pork stepped forward, her eyes full of anticipation.

"It is! It's incredibly delicious!" Cheng Ye put down his chopsticks, smacking his lips with unadulterated praise on his face. "This braised pork is rich without being greasy, melting right in the mouth. Eaten with this rice, it's so good I could swallow my own tongue!"

Those words were absolutely not just him being polite.

He grabbed a few more pieces in rapid succession. That bizarre fragrant sweetness continued to dance on his tongue, and the warmth surging up after it reached his stomach felt so soothing it made his entire body comfortable.

The woman's eyes lit up instantly. The anticipation in her eyes transformed into genuine joy, and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out.

She grinned broadly, her voice carrying a slight tremor of relief, and slowly sang a line: "The fragrance of food enters the belly, fulfilling a wish; a good reunion awaits on the road to the Yellow Springs!"

"My little one, Mommy is... coming!"

The moment her words fell, the woman's body began to turn transparent. Like thin paper brushed by the night wind, she slowly dissipated into the cyan-blue flames.

Along with her disappearance, the braised pork on the table also began to turn ethereal, as if it was about to dissipate as well.

Cheng Ye was quick with his hands. He immediately picked up the plate and poured everything, meat and broth alike, straight into his mouth, swallowing it all without even chewing.

The Earth-Shrinking Giant Louse in his Spiritual Body Space instantly broadcasted a wave of joyful intent, like sending a congratulatory telegram:

[Delicious, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat!]

In the courtyard, Liu Bi watched with a tightened face, his lips unable to stop a slight quiver.

He sort of understood now how Cheng Ye was able to accomplish a feat as grand as containing an Immortal Object while still just a trainee.

With this level of courage and sheer audacity, one probably couldn't find a second person like him in the entire Inspection Station.

If this scene were recorded and sent back to the Inspection Station as teaching material, it would drop countless jaws.

"Satisfying!"

Cheng Ye swallowed the last bite of meat, feeling as though flames were about to erupt from his nasal cavity. A scorching life force rampaged through his limbs and bones, making him feel so comfortable he couldn't help but sigh, though it also brought an indescribable, swelling heat.

Pondering for a moment, he simply switched his active skill to his three Tendon Gates, giving this boundless life force a place to go.

The next second, a tingling sensation swept through his entire body. If a progress bar for his three Tendon Gates could be shown, it would absolutely be jumping like crazy right now.

"More!

"

Cheng Ye was overjoyed. He quickly snatched a large white steamed bun, grabbed a chopstick-full of shredded pork with green peppers, and began chewing heartily.

This taste, it was so good it was dizzying!

In his food-induced daze, he even felt a sudden urge to recruit this funeral troupe.

If he could open a shadow puppet restaurant in Happiness City, why would he ever worry about a lack of business?

"Guest, is the food to your liking?" Another woman holding a spatula stepped forward, asking cautiously.

"This shredded pork with green peppers is crisp and refreshing, and the steamed bun is soft and sweet. It's more authentic than any restaurant I've ever eaten at!" Cheng Ye wiped his mouth, not holding back on his praise.

Hearing this, the dullness on the woman's face instantly faded, replaced by a genuine smile.

She tilted her head slightly and sang in a clear voice, "The smoke and fire of the mortal realm is what soothes mortal hearts the most!"

As her words faded, her body, just like the previous woman, turned into specks of glimmering white light and dissolved into the cyan-blue flames.

Before the spatula in her hand could even hit the ground, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished without a trace.

Cheng Ye mimicked his previous action, picking up the entire plate of shredded pork with green peppers and pouring it all straight into his mouth, feasting away.

Two notifications instantly flashed on the System Panel:

[Unknown energy supplementation detected. The growth of the Earth-Shrinking Giant Louse has increased!]

[Unknown energy supplementation detected. The growth of the Heart-Protecting Fire has increased!]

Well then.

Not only was the Earth-Shrinking Giant Louse feasting, but even Little Flame had gotten a share of the life force, beginning to grow in sync.

Feeling the Tendon Gate at his heart nearing maximum capacity, Cheng Ye slapped the table and stood up.

Sitting and eating properly was far too refined; it simply didn't fit Inspector Cheng's style.

He directly scraped several dishes on the table together and dumped them all into the rice, mixing them into a giant basin of steaming hot stew.

Without waiting for the shadow puppets to ask, he took a few bites and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Delicious! After eating the food you cooked, I'm afraid everything else I eat for the rest of my life is going to taste bland!"

The moment those words left his mouth, the shadow puppets instantly reacted.

All of them grinned. The women smiled with a subtle gentleness, the burly men laughed heroically, the old men stroked non-existent beards on their chins, smiling with benevolent satisfaction, and the children carrying bamboo baskets clapped and bounced around. Their crisp laughter didn't hold a single ounce of their previous eeriness.

The crowd stepped forward in unison, enciriling the massive basin of stew. Watching Cheng Ye gorge himself, their faces were filled with complete satisfaction and relief.

Without any warning, the leading middle-aged man spoke first, and all the other figures opened their mouths at the exact same time. Their voices were clear yet carried a hint of ethereal melancholy, converging into a unified wave of sound: "We are the Great Fortune Funeral Troupe, thirteen members in all, wandering far from home for a long time. Today, we were fortunate enough to meet a kindred spirit like you, brother. Treating you to a banquet made with our lifelong skills, and receiving your genuine praise, leaves us with no regrets in death!"

This speech of gratitude wasn't like their earlier nursery rhymes; instead, it carried absolute solemnity and earnestness.

Cheng Ye didn't reply, simply keeping his head down as he continued to stuff his face. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the smiles on the figures' faces growing brighter while their bodies gradually turned transparent, slowly dissipating into the air like an ink painting soaked in morning dew.

It wasn't until all the food on the table—a full thirteen dishes, along with all the rice and steamed buns—had been completely wiped clean that Cheng Ye finally wiped his mouth and stood up.

The wooden table with the missing corner and the wooden stools before him swayed slightly, then dispersed cleanly as well. The surroundings were empty; absolutely nothing was left behind.

The shadow puppets were gone, and the stove, spatulas, clay bowls, and everything else had completely vanished without a trace.

Not only had the taste in his mouth disappeared, but even his slightly bloated abdomen from eating such a massive amount of food returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the vigorous life force surging through his limbs and bones, so intense that he almost felt like he would explode, he might have believed that the bizarre feast just now was nothing more than an absurd hallucination.

Cheng Ye immediately opened the System Panel, noticing the changes in his Trait section at a glance.

The progress for shadow puppet refining had unknowingly broken past 100%, skyrocketing directly to 115%.

What shook him even more was that the progress for Shadow Puppet World had also seen explosive growth, leaping far beyond expectations to reach 48

.5%.

Roughly calculating, out of these thirteen people on average, each one provided a full 3.6% in Trait progress, which was actually three times as much as the old woman from before!