The Little Alien’s Infinite-Stream Mukbang - Chapter 7

“Is ‘Infinite Paradise‘ also managed by the Security Department?”

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[I’m dying of laughter. It’s as if I can see the half-eaten mushroom in the bowl yelling at me, “Go away! I’ll let you go this time!”]

[This giant mushroom hasn’t realized the situation yet and still thinks Yi-zai is its prey.]

[The best hunters often appear as prey.]

[Fake Hunter: Mushroom. A gigantic one, spreading spores everywhere, provoking at will, and still thinking it’s strong even when death is imminent.]

[Real Hunter: Yi-zai. A young boy whose only passion is eating, low-key in behavior, and relentless when it comes to food.]

People who are often hungry know the value of food better, so Yi Xing would never miss the delicious food that was placed in front of him.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the blood spider silks crept up the nearly drained stalk, disappearing into the cap that seemed to hold a pool of ghostly blue water.

The mushroom seemed angered by his actions, its voice suddenly sharp, “Do you think you can take my talent the way you stripped the Spider of his?”

“Stop dreaming! My talent is not something that can be taken away by just moving your hands like the blood spider silk!” Mushroom said viciously.

“Your talent…is transforming into a mushroom?”

Yi Xing imagined himself turning into a mushroom and instinctively shook his head, “Better not. Although I’m not too happy with my current body, I certainly don’t want to become a mushroom.”

“What’s wrong with being a mushroom? Who are you to look down on mushrooms!” The giant mushroom seemed even angrier, the ghostly blue liquid in its cap churning violently.

“Abandon the frail human body and gain eternal life! As long as even a single spore exists in this world, I will never die!”

By the end of his speech, Mushroom proudly straightened his stalk.

Yi Xing：“……”

He suspected that the Hunter’s intelligence had been assimilated by the mushrooms.

At a time like this, constantly boasting about his talent, wasn’t that just like a delicious dish shouting, “I’m so tasty!”?

If he didn’t finish eating it, he’d be wasting the dish’s wholehearted self-recommendation.

Soon, Mushroom discovered that the blood spider silk was absorbing energy from him faster and more violently, as if it had been sucking him with a few straws before, but now it was pumping him with a water pump.

“You…” Mushroom wanted to say something, but he had no strength left.

His once-plump cap quickly shriveled, and the entire mushroom looked as if it had been left to bake under the sun for months, then thrown into an oven at high heat, completely drained of all moisture.

Until he lost consciousness, Mushroom didn’t understand why this survivor dared to touch him?

He had already told the other person that his talent was hard to take away, and as long as a single spore survived, he could resurrect. That meant he could endlessly take revenge on anyone who killed him, wasn’t this person afraid of eternal, unending retribution?

「The hunting grounds are interrupted.」

「Congratulations on your survival.」

「Live stream ended, points calculation in progress…」

「Three survivors and two hunters watched your live stream. You’ve accumulated 500 points in this hunting ground.」

Yi Xing retracted the blood spider silk and burped uncontrollably.

He didn’t care about the points. This time, what truly mattered to him was the mushroom’s abundant energy, and also…

Yi Xing lowered his eyes and looked at his palm.

Returning to his body along with the blood spider silk were also a spore contained in each strand of blood spider silk.

There were twenty-two in total.

As long as at least one spore survives, the mushroom will not truly die.

In the near future, he will get one, two…countless mushrooms.

What could be more satisfying than an endless supply of food?

Of course, all of this depended on the mushroom choosing to resurrect the spores in his hands.

As the dungeon was interrupted, the white mist surrounding the neighborhood dissipated, and many noisy sounds reached his ears.

Yi Xing heard the sounds of cars, voices, and the footsteps of specially made leather boots hitting the ground.

He looked toward the neighborhood gate and saw personnel in black uniforms with gold trim setting up a cordon, explaining something to the pedestrians lingering outside.

There were also personnel dressed in white protective suits, covered from head to toe, carrying various pieces of equipment as they hurried into the neighborhood.

“Are you okay?”

After the mushroom withered, its once-barrier-like curtain became a fragile web that tore with a single pull.

An Wumeng easily tore through the fungus curtain and walked towards Yi Xing, with the Gamer jogging beside him.

Yi Xing’s gaze fell on the Gamer. He remembered the identity the other had given while calming the infected—— a member of the Security Department.

His eyes flicked between the two walking side by side. They seemed to be part of the same team, both members of the Security Department?

“Is ‘Infinite Paradise’ also managed by the Security Department?” Yi Xing directly voiced the question that had been on his mind.

“That is precisely the goal we strive for,” An Wumeng said, extending a hand,

“Let me properly introduce myself. I’m An Wumeng, head of the Survivors Unit at the Haicheng Branch of the Bureau of Supernatural Incident Management”

The title’s too long to remember.

Yi Xing just remembered that this person was called An Wumeng, and that their organization had no control over ‘Infinite Paradise’.

At least, not for now.

Yi Xing also extended his hand, lightly touching the other’s fingertips in accordance with human social etiquette, and gave his name, “Yi Xing.”

An Wumeng was slightly surprised by Yi Xing’s calm reaction, but not overly so. Soon, with a smile, he said, “On behalf of the Bureau of Supernatural Incident Management, I invite you to join.”

Yi Xing expressed some hesitation, “Is this mandatory?”

“Of course not,” An Wumeng said, his smile unchanged, “But as a chosen participant in a high-risk game like ‘Infinite Paradise’, joining an organization, especially an official one, comes with many benefits.”

He was clearly experienced in recruiting new members, and with a very friendly smile, he introduced the organization’s benefits to Yi Xing.

“We have a wealth of information about the Paradise, including but not limited to data on the dungeon, Hunters, talents and special abilities. We provide each Survivor with personalized training to help them adapt to the Paradise more quickly and effectively, increasing their chances of survival.”

“Oh.” Yi Xing looked down at the “Godspeed” card in his hand, and seemed to have no interest in what An Wumeng said.

An Wumeng never expected that the benefits that were so helpful to other Survivors would not attract Yi Xing at all.

This was definitely because Yi Xing was still a newcomer and had no real understanding of the dangers of the Paradise. The novice instances, combined with how easily he cleared this hunting ground, gave him the false impression that “there’s nothing to be afraid of in the Paradise.”

This illusion of his must be broken.

“The dangers of the Paradise are far beyond what you can imagine. On average, ten people are bound to the Paradise every day, and nine of them die in the novice dungeon. Even those who survive the novice dungeon face massive casualties in the monthly mission dungeons.”

An Wumeng continued,

“Most mission dungeons are multiplayer. If you join the Bureau, you’ll get to know more powerful Survivors, and then you can team up with them to enter the dungeons together.”

Yi Xing was still looking at the card in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was troubled by something.

An Wumeng felt there was hope. Just as he was about to introduce a few powerful Survivors to further persuade Yi Xing, he heard Yi Xing say,

“The power in this card is getting weaker.”

It doesn’t look delicious now, like fruit that has become wrinkled after being left for a long time.

An Wumeng choked, not quite understanding Yixing’s train of thought. Weren’t they discussing the benefits of joining the Bureau?

The Gamer next to him immediately said,

“Cub, this is a card I created using my ability. It can only exist for two hours.” The time is almost up.

Yi Xing looked at her and asked, “Can I eat it?”

Although its energy had already weakened compared to before, if the reference point was switched to ordinary food, its energy still seemed abundant.

“Ah this…if you want, of course you can.”

But…how should he eat it? Wouldn’t it upset his stomach?

The Gamer’s face was full of confusion.

After receiving a positive answer, Yi Xing directly put the card to his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

The Gamer was stunned.

Was her card really that easy to bite into?

Very crispy, like eating super thin chocolate.

Yi Xing couldn’t help but burp again.

He really ate too much today. Maybe he should do what the fans in the livestream room said and digest the food.

He thanked the Gamer, “Thank you for the treat.”

He looked at An Wumeng again and asked, “Is there anything else?”

He hurried back, eager to ask his fans about ways to aid digestion.

A person who has been hungry for a long time has no knowledge of digestion.

An Wumeng knew that the benefits he described did not impress Yi Xing. He was distressed and helpless, so he could only say,

“One more thing, we need to do a body ‘disinfection’.”

“Although our resistance is much stronger than that of ordinary people, the mushrooms can’t immediately control us through their spores. Still, as long as the spores remain dormant inside our bodies, they’re a hidden danger that must be removed.”

Yi Xing knew that the spores had no effect on him.

As early as the time when the spores fell into his body, his body absorbed them cleanly.

The problem was, he secretly took twenty-two spores, won’t this ‘disinfection’ wipe them out as well?

Seeing how the Bureau had sealed off the neighborhood and sent medical staff inside, it looked like they were going to carry out a full “disinfection” of everyone and everything within it. He feared he wouldn’t be able to avoid it.

“When does it start?” Yi Xing asked.

“Right now,” An Wumeng said. “You and the Gamer both came into contact with a large number of spores, especially you, since you were in close contact with the mushroom’s body. I need to take you to the Haicheng Bureau base, where a survivor with a healing ability can detoxify you.”

Yi Xing had no objection and followed An Wumeng into the car.

He also wanted to see what Haicheng’s Survivor gathering place looked like.

The car was parked next to the Haicheng Security Department, in front of a high-rise building that looked quite new.

There were no signs on the building, only two crossed golden wheat ears standing at the top.

Wheat ears were mostly used to symbolize peace.

Yi Xing withdrew his gaze and followed An Wumeng into the building.

An Wumeng took Yi Xing into the elevator, pressed the 11th floor button, and explained,

“The 11th floor is our internal hospital. Quite a few survivors with healing abilities work here or take part-time shifts. Survivors injured inside a dungeon can receive the best treatment right away after coming out.”

He was clearly eager for Yi Xing to join the Bureau, and everything he said, between the lines, was meant to showcase how good the Bureau was.

“Are there quite a few survivors with healing abilities?” Yi Xing repeated his words in a questioning tone.

An Wumeng gave a dry cough, “Three. But that’s already all the healing-type ability users in the whole of Haicheng.”

“Oh.” Yi Xing looked uninterested again.

When the elevator reached the 11th floor, someone was already waiting outside.

He was a gentle man wearing glasses and a white coat that didn’t fit him well and seemed to have been bought temporarily. He looked a little nervous.

When he saw Yi Xing in the elevator, his eyes lit up obviously, with burning surprise and…kindness in them?

Before Yi Xing could make out what he was saying, he heard the man shout at him,

“Yi-zai! Mommy loves you!”

Yi Xing was a little skeptical about life, “…a male mother?”