Sylas sat in a luxurious room in silence. The corpse of the pink pig Demon had become nothing more than a pile of bones on a dining room table not far away.
He had chosen not to go out. If he was correct, Megean was long gone and there was nothing to gain. However, he didn’t leave either.
If he was wrong and there was a treasure of some sort, the one to come back with it successfully would definitely be the Young Miss of the Barbed Chain Gang.
Regardless, he would learn of the truth. The best part? The next move he would make would be just the same.
Tie himself with the gang for the time being.
He needed information.
The scope of this world, as far as he knew, seemed no less than that of Earth. There was too much land to cover, and too many places Megean could be.
Then there was the elephant in the room...
What good was finding Megean alone?
They also needed to find a way to actually get out of here. There had to be an objective of some sort to meet, some criteria to clear, but there was no system prompt or anything of the sort.
That said... Sylas had a feeling if he found Megean, he would find the answer to this question. There was a reason she felt this world would be the answer to her problems, and as a descendant of the Gold Lineage, she probably knew more about it than he could ever deduce.
Now... he just had to be patient.
In doing so, Sylas allowed his body to slowly progress, his Physical stats improving by what felt like leaps and bounds as the flesh of the pig Demon was poured into him.
There was truly something special about Demon flesh. Sylas couldn’t help but wonder if even Demons back in the Milky Way or other galaxies would have the same impact on his body.
He had eaten powerful beasts before. But this felt... different.
Part of that was \[Primal Gut], another part was surely that he was pulling on the Gluttony Seed to help as well, but even so... his instinct was telling him that there was something more.
"What’s so special about Demon meat?" Sylas asked the Madness Key.
"It’s more nutritious."
Sylas’ gaze shifted down to the Madness Key around his neck, obviously expecting more, but not getting it.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning there’s more energy inside of it. You’re welcome. Have a nice day."
"What makes it more nutritious?"
"The answer you’re looking for isn’t going to be prim and proper. Demon flesh provides something to your body that it can’t produce on its own. It’s like a flame wielder suddenly getting a boost from the wind, or a lightning user’s target pulling out a metal rod.
"Demons are evolutionarily everything you are not, and your body reacts to that in a stupid little choreographed dance."
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