The Little Alien’s Infinite-Stream Mukbang - Chapter 30

“Eating the bones along with the meat is the highest form of appreciation for a dish.”

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Facing the surprised or suspicious gazes of the others, Yi Xing thought for a moment and said,

“It seems it’s been like this ever since we came out of the last dungeon.”

To be more precise, he reached D-rank after acquiring spatial abilities from the CEO.

An Wumeng nodded knowingly, “The Bride of the Sea Monster is a D-rank dungeon. You’d already gone through a hunting ground before that and accumulated quite a few points. If your dungeon clearance score is high enough, it’s not impossible to immediately reach D-rank.”

The Poison Master looked skeptical, “How high does your clearance score have to be to become a D-rank Survivor in just a month? A-rank? Or the legendary S-rank?”

“SS,” Yi Xing said.

This was his dungeon clearance score for The Sea Monster’s Bride.

The Poison Master rubbed his ears to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, and, still unconvinced, asked, “So saying it twice means you’re emphasizing it, right?”

Yi Xing only glanced at him indifferently, and the Poison Master understood.

“…sorry to bother you.” The Poison Master chose to shut himself off.

Clearance scores were only given after an ability user leaves a dungeon. Although An Wumeng had watched Yi Xing’s livestream, it wasn’t until now that he learned his score tier, and he couldn’t help thinking to himself, No wonder…

No wonder the Three-headed Dog of Hell targeted Yi Xing.

The three-headed dog of hell has always had very high standards for choosing a owner: either a top-ranked, renowned ability user, or a newcomer with extraordinary talent and immense potential.

Yi Xing was clearly the latter.

Given enough time to grow, he could even become the former.

Being noticed too early by such a powerful Hunter, who knows if he would even have a chance to grow.

The wind picked up, kicking sand into the air and smearing across their faces.

“Not good…” An Wumeng saw the massive cloud of dust sweeping in from afar. This wasn’t just wind, it was a sandstorm, blotting out the sky and darkening the daylight.

He quickly scanned his surroundings. The red wasteland stretched endlessly, with nothing but a few low hills, there was nowhere to take cover.

“Cover your body and mouth with your clothes, and get down!” An Wumeng shouted.

The Poison Master glanced behind him, suppressing the urge to run, and muttered like a curse, “We’re done for today, we’re going to die here.”

After saying that, he immediately took off his clothes, covered his head with them, and lay down on the ground.

The Pyromancer had already thrown herself to the ground in her trench coat, with the Painter lying close beside her.

An Wumeng also lay down.

Yi Xing looked at the four people on the ground, who resembled ostriches burying their heads, and wondered whether he should mention that he had a spatial ability.

Better to wait and mention it later, maybe they want to experience a sand bath?

Although he didn’t know what had caused the sandstorm, it was just ordinary sand inside, nobody would die from it.

Yi Xing created a private space around himself.

The wind and sand swept past, yet not a single speck touched him.

He raised his hand amidst the sandstorm and tapped the screen a few times.

「The live stream has started.」

A huge number of viewers flooded in, and the screen was filled with scrolling comments.

[Missing person returned.]

[Cub, you finally remembered your livestream account.]

[What a sandstorm! Is the streamer on a desert vacation? Be careful!]

[No, this is a holographic game livestream.]

[It seems Yi-zai has completely forgotten that he’s a food vlogger.]

Seeing the screen full of comments, Yi Xing felt satisfied. No wonder he’d felt something was missing earlier, it turned out the livestream hadn’t been on.

The sandstorm clearly wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Yi Xing chatted with the viewers through the barrage of comments, occasionally answering a few questions.

“Yes, this is a new dungeon called ‘Gluttony Hell‘…these people next to me, almost buried by the sand, are my teammates in this dungeon. They’re not dead, they’re still alive, and it’s not my doing. They just laid down themselves.”

Fortunately, Yi Xing’s private space blocked his voice, so An Wumeng and the others couldn’t hear him. Otherwise, who knows, they might have jumped up from the sand in frustration at his nonchalant attitude.

“Why did the sand pass right through me? Am I cheating? I’m not cheating, and it’s not a game clipping bug either.”

Suddenly, Yi Xing caught sight of a red comment scrolling by, bearing a familiar name.

[Three-headed Dog of Hell: Good morning. It’s truly a pleasure to see you at the first light of dawn.]

Yi Xing’s gaze narrowed slightly.

The first rays of dawn…

The sandstorm blocked the light, but Yi Xing hadn’t forgotten the previous sky: the firmament was bright as a lamp, and the sun, like a fireball, scorched the land.

The three-headed dog of hell was most likely not in Gluttony Hell.

Yi Xing’s heart sank.

The fact that the three-headed dog of hell could still appear in his live stream actually indicates that he wasn’t in a dungeon.

Yi Xing felt as if the delicious food he had been longing for had grown wings and flown away.

“Does this really mean we can only eat rats, toads, and snakes?”

The beauty’s slightly furrowed brows were genuinely captivating, making one want to listen to his troubles, resolve everything that worried him, and smooth away the worry between his brows.

[Cub, why can it only eat those? Are there so few food options in this dungeon?]

[I want to share the cookies I’m eating with the streamer.]

[Yi-zai, I sent you my treasured video of roasted bamboo rats in a private message.]

[Toads are edible, but you must clean their skin and internal organs thoroughly.]

[Snake, snake flavor, slurp~]

Yi Xing was touched by the comments, but didn’t know how to explain it to them.

Eating these wasn’t impossible; prepared well, they’re still a delicacy. But the energy they provide can’t compare to that of a Hunter.

Hunters, more precisely, their abilities, were what truly served as food that could fully satisfy him.

[Three-headed Dog of Hell: What do you want to eat? I’ll send it to you.]

Yi Xing raised an eyebrow slightly and said without any attempt to hide his feelings, “You.”

A short while later, the three-headed dog of hell’s reply appeared.

[Being too proactive will leave you devoured, not even bones.]

Yi Xing said solemnly, “Eating the bones along with the meat is the highest compliment you can give a dish.”

He sincerely hoped that this hell hound would be delicious enough.

[Okay, I’ll grant your request.]

After this comment, the three-headed dog of hell did not leave any further comments.

As if confirming that the three-headed dog of hell had already left, some colorful comments began to appear on the screen.

[What’s going on? Wasn’t that an A-rank Hunter? How did he end up in a livestream of this level?]

[Is it what I think?]

[That should be correct.]

[What a pity. He’s a pretty good Survivor, but he’s got a screw loose. Of all things to do, he had to pick a fight with that guy.]

[We won’t get to see such a visually pleasing livestream again, cherish it while it lasts.]

[Huh? Why has the number of Hunters in the live stream suddenly increased?]

[I heard you can see the three-headed dog of hell eating the beauty alive in this livestream, is that true?]

[Genuine, no doubt about it.]

[Hehe, I’m reserving a spot early. I hope the three-headed dog of hell eats neatly and doesn’t gulp it down in one bite.]

Yi Xing was reminded by the comments that he should eat more delicately, so he opened the points store and began buying all kinds of sauces and seasonings.

I’ll buy the kitchenware later.

He still didn’t know how big the three-headed dog was. If he bought too small a pot, the store definitely wouldn’t allow returns.

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The sandstorm lasted for quite a while. When it finally subsided, An Wumeng was the first to crawl out from the sand.

He took several deep breaths of fresh air, ignoring the sand on his clothes, and started digging at the others.

“Taotie, Painter, Poison Master, Pyromancer, you can come out now.”

The Pyromancer climbed out on her own, then pulled up the Painter beside her before helping An Wumeng dig the others out.

Brushing off the sand, Poison Master’s camouflage outfit, designed like something straight out of a game, was exposed to the air.

“Why isn’t he moving?”

The Painter stopped trying to shake the sand out of her hair, crouched down beside him, and cautiously poked at the clothing covering Poison Master’s body, exclaiming in horror,

“He won’t actually suffocate himself, will he?”

“No, this guy is asleep.”

An Wumeng yanked the clothing off Poison Master’s head and patted him on the head to wake him up.

“Hey! Who is it? Disturbing my sweet dreams.”

Poison Master groggily opened his eyes, only to see An Wumeng’s grim expression, “What’s wrong, team leader?”

“Taotie is gone.” An Wumeng said with a grim face. He had already expanded the range of his talent to a hundred meters around him, but he still couldn’t find Yi Xing.

“I’m here.” Yi Xing dispelled the spatial barrier around him and appeared behind An Wumeng.

Poison Master, still dazed from just waking up, didn’t react much, but the others were all startled.

They were all certain that there had been no one behind An Wumeng before, and there weren’t even any traces in the sand showing that Taotie had climbed out.

An Wumeng noticed that Yi Xing had almost no sand on him, and did not look like he had experienced a sandstorm at all.

“What’s going on with you…”

“Space,” Yi Xing replied simply.

He couldn’t possibly never use this ability in public. The Bureau already knew his talent was “Devour,” so how he obtained this spatial ability was easy to explain.

“Space? Space props?”

The Poison Master sat up straight, looking like, “Now that you’ve mentioned this, I’m not sleepy anymore.”

“What kind of container is this space? Must’ve cost a lot of points, right?” Poison Master asked curiously.

“No.” He hadn’t spent any points, not a single one.

Yi Xing smelled something, turned his head slightly, and looked at the sand in the distance.

The scent of humans without the aroma of any ability energy.

An Wumeng stood up, looked over as well, and slowly said, 

“One thousand meters ahead, underground, there are thirteen living people, all children, and their mental state is extremely poor.”

Yi Xing caught whiffs of a spreading scent from An Wumeng, it was the smell of ability energy.

An Wumeng was currently using his talent or ability.

What would The Dreamer’s talent be? Entering other people’s dreams?

“Take your things and let’s go take a look,” An Wumeng said.

After Poison Master dug a bunch of holes and finally tripped over his gun with the excuse, “I lost my gun,” recovering it from the sand, the five of them headed toward the small hill together.

Beneath the gravel next to the small hill, several frail children struggled to push aside a stone slab and climbed out one by one, stepping onto a ladder.

The first child to climb out saw An Wumeng and the others approaching from afar. He let out a quiet gasp, quickly jumped back into the hole, and hurriedly called his companions, flusteredly pulling the stone slab back into place.

“What did you see?” An Wumeng asked.

“Just a few kids? No adults? How are they surviving in a place like this?” the Painter asked, puzzled.

“Nothing in a dungeon should be underestimated. They may look like ordinary children, but who knows what they really are,” Poison Master said.

An Wumeng looked at the Pyromancer, a hint of encouragement in his eyes, “What do you think?”

The Pyromancer hesitated for a moment, then said, “We know too little about this dungeon. Whatever they are, let’s stay alert and approach carefully.”

“Taotie, what have you discovered?” An Wumeng asked Yi Xing.

Yi Xing’s ability to detect activity from a distance of a kilometer must demonstrate his exceptional perception.

Yi Xing casually replied, “There’s a bloody smell and the smell of a fire. It probably happened about a day ago.”

“Really? Can you actually smell it from that far?” the Poison Master sniffed hard, but all he got was the scorching air and drifting fine sand, nothing else.

He was bewildered, “Are our noses structured differently?”

“Of course they are different.”

The Painter admired Yi Xing’s back, her eyes nearly overflowing with a look of pure delight.

“Taotie is a masterpiece carefully crafted by Nuwa; we’re just lumps of clay tossed aside.”

“Damn, I may not be that good…but I’m not exactly a lump of clay, am I?”

The Poison Master and the Painter started arguing over whether it should be “lump of clay” or “clay doll.”

Just as they were about to reach the stone slab, An Wumeng coughed to interrupt their pointless discussion.

After they stopped, An Wumeng stepped forward, squatted down, and gently tapped the stone slab, saying,

“Excuse me, we’re lost and would like to ask for directions.”

There was no response from under the stone slab.

“Team leader, your charm might be a bit lacking,” Poison Master secretly egged on, “Better let our Nuwa’s favorite handle it.”

Nuwa’s favorite?

An Wumeng subconsciously looked at Yi Xing.

Yi Xing knew that Nuwa was the mother of humankind in ancient mythology, and that she created humankind from yellow clay.

This has nothing to do with him.

He wasn’t human, just an alien hybrid fused with human genes.

The reason he grew up like this was that he had been too weak back then and needed an appearance that would lower humans’ guard and make them accept him.

Yi Xing walked over, bent down, and, under everyone’s expectant gaze, reached out to lift the stone slab.

“Ah-wooahhh!!!”

The sound of children shouting and making a ruckus could be heard from below.

Everyone：“……”

Is this the charm of Nuwa’s favorite?

Using absolute force to make the other person become friendly, that’s learning the wrong lesson.