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“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

Her reputation. Her future. Even her name had become something disgusting. One night, a guard slid a metal tray through the slot. A bowl of thin porridge. Ava stared at it for a long time. Hunger eventually won. She picked up the spoon and swallowed a mouthful. The taste was wrong. Bitter. Her throat burned. The spoon slipped from her fingers. Pain exploded inside her stomach. She collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently. Blood spilled from her lips. In that moment, Ava understood.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

“Not quite the proud princess anymore, are you?” “Stay away,” Shama whispered, inching backward. Ekansh’s smile deepened, but there was no warmth in it. “No need to run. It’s over, Shanaya.” He paused, his smile sharpening. “Let's end this game of yours, shall we?" In a swift motion, he lunged forward, his hand wrapping around her throat. Shama gasped as she felt the pressure tighten, her breath cutting off abruptly. Her eyes widened in terror as she struggled against his grip, clawing at his fingers, desperation flooding her system.

“Sir, I’m hungry.” Hattie stared at Lucas, a little embarrassed. She was both hungry and thirsty now. Lucas thought, ‘I never owed you anything in my past life, and I’m your savior. Why am l like this?’ Then Lucas retrieved a box of food from the System Space. Hattie ate while watching it. Her eyes lit up as her greedy face stared at it. Hattie started eating and drinking, but Lucas did not have an appetite. He truly did not understand why there would suddenly be so many zombies.

He said, angry at the hunger that befriended Jennet at the moment. If hunger is a living human, Hue would have to punch it in the face and toss it into the void where it could never find its way home. Even if hunger managed to get back, Hue would go to war with pan and spoon in his hands, defeating it endlessly. Hunger, a third wheel indeed because nothing good could be enjoyed when it appears. Truly a mood killer! However, Jennet was thankful for the appearance of the unexpected saviour. Hunger had spared her purity from getting devoured by the man before her. She was grateful for it, very much!

She then continue to walk around the street, humming happily. Grrrm… Hellion paused and touched her stomach. She haven’t eaten for the whole day and now she’s incredibly hungry. Hellion look at the empty streets as she rubbed her navel, trying to calm her raging stomach. Where should she get some food? There’s no more vendors in this hour and also…

His words soothed me, and I finally felt a bit of calm. Back home, I collapsed into sleep. Waking up the next day, I found Chester bustling in the kitchen. He looked out with a worried expression and asked, "Feeling hungry? Dinner's almost ready." I gave a small nod and drifted over to the dining table, my feet barely touching the ground. However, when I saw what was on the plate, it was like my blood turned to ice. Liver pâté. Of all things.

[The Hunger of 7.0] The screaming in my head had finally stopped, replaced by a cold, hollow hunger that didn’t belong to my stomach. It was a vibration in my marrow, a demand for something physical, something solid. For the first time since the mountain, the Heir wasn’t just a voice—it was a parasite looking for a door. ~~~

The room emptied instantly. Power. Quiet but absolute. “I thought you might want to eat,” he said, motioning toward the dining table. Amara hesitated before walking forward carefully. The table itself was absurdly large, filled with expensive dishes she couldn’t even name. “You always feed your prisoners this well?” she asked. Riccardo sat across from her calmly. “Only the interesting ones.” Her eyes narrowed. “You say strange things.” “And you ask dangerous questions.” Silence settled briefly between them.