The Little Alien’s Infinite-Stream Mukbang - Chapter 29

Yi Xing replied seriously, “They tried to eat the three-headed dog but failed, instead, they got eaten by it.”

…

An Wumeng: “???”

Can you even eat the Three-headed Dog of Hell? Is that something a normal person would ask?

But this is exactly the kind of thing Taotie would do.

An Wumeng sighed and said, “I can’t give you an answer to that. After all, no one has ever eaten a three-headed dog.”

“The three-headed dog of hell? It’s in this dungeon?”

Yi Xing always remembered the names of dishes especially well. This was the Hunter who often appeared in his livestream back during the Sea Monster dungeon.

With such a long codename, it must be a big one, probably takes a long time to finish eating, huh?

“It’s only a possibility, there’s no guarantee.”

An Wumeng explained, “The three-headed dog of hell never streams. Our understanding of him is limited to a few clips from its former ‘owners’ live streams, but those are recordings from decades ago.”

“The three-headed dog of hell hasn’t appeared in the public eye for many years,” An Wumeng said, glancing at Yi Xing with a meaningful look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Yi Xing looked at himself in confusion.

He didn’t seem any different from usual. The little octopus was still in the mandarin duck hotpot…no, in the poppy flower space, while the mushroom and bugs were also in his ability space.

After considering for a moment, An Wumeng still said,

“Do you know? Not long ago, the three-headed dog of hell reappeared for the first time in decades, and it was in your livestream.”

“Wow!” A man dressed in combat gear similar to that in a shooting game exclaimed in bewilderment.

Yi Xing glanced at him.

It was just a plain, emotionless glance, yet for some reason the man felt a flutter in his chest. He shrank his shoulders and said,

“Excuse me, you guys can continue your conversation. Just pretend I don’t exist.”

After speaking, he backed up a few steps, holding his gun, and slipped behind the two other female Survivors. Seeing that Yi Xing was no longer looking at him, he finally lowered his voice and asked,

“Ladies, do you know that three-headed dog of hell they’re talking about?”

The woman in red shook her head indifferently. Another girl wearing glasses asked curiously,

“Wasn’t it said that the three-headed dog appeared in Taotie’s livestream? Poison Master, as a commentator for Infinite Paradise, haven’t you ever covered Taotie’s streams?”

The man known as Poison Master let out a heavy sigh, “I’d love to commentate on such a popular newcomer, but do you know how expensive his livestream is? 100 points!”

“I’ve been in the Paradise for less than a year. Even if I earned some points from commentating, it’s not enough to spend that much.”

“Ahem,” An Wumeng coughed lightly, trying to ignore the voice coming from the other side, and said, “He seems to have his eye on you.”

Yi Xing knew he was referring to the three-headed dog of hell, “Really? I’ve got my eye on it too.”

“You may not yet realize how serious the problem is,” An Wumeng said solemnly,

“The only known quirk of the three-headed dog of hell is its tendency to recognize its owner. This ‘fixation’ almost always means it considers you a candidate for its owner.”

“Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?” An Wumeng asked.

“No, it’s terrible,” Yi Xing said.

The owner cannot eat the pet.

Of course, he doesn’t plan to keep pets.

The little octopus was not considered pets.

Even if he really went to the seafood market to buy an octopus to make things easier for the little octopus’s identity, they both clearly understood the nature of their relationship.

An Wumeng was surprised that Yi Xing would answer like that. After the surprise, a note of admiration appeared in his eyes, “Your concern is justified. Anyone with a little insider knowledge knows that being recognized as a master by the three-headed dog of hell is far from a good thing.”

“The three-headed dog of hell’s previous owners were either top-ranked ability users or those who hadn’t been in the Paradise long but were exceptionally talented and grew extremely fast. Yet each and every one of them vanished without a trace.”

“Guess why?” An Wumeng asked.

Yi Xing discovered that An Wu Meng really liked this question-and-answer format, like a teacher checking students’ homework, which might be because he had been a Survivor team leader for a long time.

As a student being quizzed, Yi Xing had no choice but to put himself in their shoes and thought carefully before replying,

“They tried to eat the three-headed dog but failed, and got eaten by it instead.”

An Wumeng：“……”

The three Survivors listening nearby, “……”

An Wumeng rubbed his head in frustration, as if he hadn’t expected to encounter such an unpredictable team member, but he still managed to praise him,

“Very good…although the process might be a bit different, the result isn’t much off.”

“It is said that the three-headed dog of hell has a chain of bones around its neck, made up of the bones of each of its previous owners.”

An Wumeng: “I’m saying all this to give you a reminder. If one day the three-headed of hell really comes after you, you need to think carefully and not be seduced by the power it represents.”

“Power cannot seduce me,” Yi Xing said with certainty.

If anything could truly tempt him, it would definitely be food.

Thinking about it this way, if the three-headed dog were to stew itself and serve it to him, Yi Xing wasn’t sure he could resist.

Unaware of Yi Xing’s true intentions, An Wumeng was quite satisfied with his answer.

An Wumeng patted Yi Xing on the shoulder, then turned to the other survivors, “Alright, don’t stand so far away. You’re all newcomers bound to the Paradise in the same year, get to know each other.”

“Pyromancer, an E-rank survivor,” said the woman wearing a burgundy trench coat.

Yi Xing gave her an extra glance.

Pyromancer? A fire-controlling ability user?

With such abilities, she must be able to control the heat very well when cooking.

The girl wearing glasses had already thought of many ways to introduce herself, but after hearing the woman’s concise introduction, she couldn’t help but follow suit and say,

“Painter, E-rank Survivor.”

“This is like not knowing each other at all,” said Poison Master, stepping forward with his gun, “My codename’s Poison Master, just a hair away from D-rank. Besides being a Survivor, I also work part-time as a commentator for the Paradise. Oh, and I’m a marksman who never misses.”

“Don’t…”

An Wumeng opened his mouth to interrupt, but his words were drowned out by the loud “bang——” of a gunshot.

“Mommy!”

Poison Master hastily dropped his gun and scrambled away as fast as he could.

Yi Xing: “?”

He saw clearly that the gun Poison Master had been holding had fired automatically toward the sky, as if it had gone off on its own.

The Painter, still a bit shaken, lowered her hands from her ears and glared at Poison Master, who was sprawled on the ground not far away, gritting her teeth as she said,

“His talent is a crow’s mouth!”

“What ‘crow’s mouth’?” Hearing someone belittle his talent, the Poison Master instinctively retorted, “This is a divine skill——Poison Milk!”

——Yi Xing wasn’t interested in what his talent was actually called.

An Wumeng was likely known to all of them, and since everyone else had finished introducing themselves, only Yi Xing still needed to do so.

“Taotie, E…”

Yi Xing intended to say “E-rank survivor” based on his memory, but he saw on the screen that his rank was ‘D’ after his code name.

“…D-rank Survivor.”

“What?” An Wumeng exclaimed in surprise.

It wasn’t just him, every survivor turned to look, including Poison Master, who hadn’t yet gotten up from the ground.

Although they were all newcomers bound to the Paradise in the same year, in reality, Poison Master had been in the Paradise for 11 months, and the Pyromancer and the Painter had 5 to 8 months of experience.

Only Yi Xing had been bound to the Paradise for less than a month.

He had just finished the beginner dungeon 15 days ago; he was a complete newbie.

Poison Master claimed he was “just a bit short of D-rank.” In simpler terms, that meant he was E-rank.

And now, this complete newcomer, who had just finished the rookie dungeon, was claiming to be D-rank.