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Chapter 443: Extreme Survival That Will Disappear
Michael came to the tavern, which was still full, and there were some playboys who had not returned home all night.

Although Michael looked down on such young masters, he was also quite envious of them. After all, even in reality, he grew up under the strict supervision of his family during his teenage years, and he could only gain true freedom after he had a career...

The pub was filled with smoke after an all-night stay, but the floor and counter were polished to a dazzling shine. This stark contrast made Michael's eyes light up!
At this moment, the whole tavern was filled with greetings: "Hello, sage!"

"Sage, when will the beer festival continue?"

"Mr. Sage, I also want to go on an adventure. I really envy Old Heiwa..."

Michael responded with a friendly smile, "I've only taken over the management of Ms. Celia's tavern. I wouldn't dare mess with her property! But as long as the business allows, I believe the next show will be here soon! As long as everyone works hard, everyone will have their own life and their own opportunities..."

Libnashi at the counter bowed and saluted: "Hello, Mr. Sage!"

Michael didn't bother with politeness and got straight to the point. "Ms. Libnahi, I heard that Old Bird Vodka can keep a person with a 100% hunger level alive for a day or two. Is this rumor true?"

Libnashi was stunned: "Sir, are you sure this isn't some unscrupulous promotional advertisement from the winery?"

Michael shook his head and sighed, "It's really not an advertisement."

Libnahi said, "In the ancient era of maritime exploration, fresh water was essential for seafarers' survival. However, fresh water is difficult to preserve. After passing through tropical regions, it tends to stink and infest with insects. Therefore, seafarers used rum made from sugarcane, which is easily grown in tropical regions, as a substitute for fresh water. Legend has it that many shipwrecked sailors survived for days on the rum carried in their lifeboats, giving rise to the unique skill of extreme survival. The rumor you mentioned about people not dying of starvation is a common one."

Michael was suddenly startled: "Extreme survival?"

Libnahi said, "Yes! So this isn't exclusive to old-timers like Vodka; most alcoholic beverages will work. But roughly brewed sugarcane liquors like rum work best because they're rich in sugar."

Michael finally came to his senses. He did indeed possess this skill! Once mastered to a high level, combined with the luck from his astrology, he could very well achieve divine immunity! Dachun had been exiled from the plague and recovered from it. He was perfectly positioned to master extreme survival back then!

Michael asked in surprise, "If I continue to starve, will my extreme survival skills improve?"

"Of course!"

Michael really regretted realizing it so late: "Then how can I interrupt this skill?"

As soon as he said this, Michael felt that the question was very unprofessional. How to interrupt? Of course, eat!
But Libnashi was stunned by the question!
Was the question too simple and stumped her? Michael was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I asked a superficial question."

Libnashi, however, was serious. "I think Mr. Sage's question is quite profound. There's a story from the north of the empire. On an extremely cold night, a thinly clad, skinny homeless man came to the doorstep of a certain lord's mansion seeking shelter from the wind and snow. The lord wasn't kind, and had a bad taste. He made a bet with the homeless man: if he stood at the doorstep until dawn and didn't freeze to death, he would reward him with a shop and a maid to marry."

Michael was instantly drawn to the story: "So the homeless man really survived until dawn?"

Libnashi: "Yes. Although the lord is not kind, he is trustworthy. For a year, the homeless man's business was doing well, he ate well, drank well, and had a happy family. The lord grew angrier and angrier. So when winter came again, the lord, unwilling to give up, made another bet with him. If he could stand at the door of his mansion in a single layer of clothes all night long and not die, the lord would reward him with a piece of land and marry his daughter to him! The homeless man thought about it, he had eaten well and drank well this year, and his body was much stronger. He had been able to make it back then, and now there would be no problem at all, so he agreed!"

Michael immediately answered: "Frozen to death?"

Libnashi: "Yes, I couldn't even make it through half the night. So extreme survival isn't a fixed skill! Many sailors, after becoming wealthy and leading a prosperous life, have lost their original abilities."

Michael was shocked. "You mean, extreme survival will disappear?" "Yes, at the very least, it will be downgraded. The more superior life becomes, the more it will erode the limits of survival."

As a game developer, this is the first time I've heard of skills disappearing! This is beyond the original setting. Is this the result of the evolution of intelligent system logic?

In short, he quickly informed Metatron: "No, we can't let Dachun starve. He's trying to survive at the limit..."

The chat group was in an uproar: "This skill can also disappear?"

Michael sighed, "I can't believe it either, but this is indeed the most amazing discovery!"

Metatron was stunned: "Do I have to give him high-end food?"

Michael sighed, "It doesn't matter, right? Anyway, there's no sense of taste in the game, so there's no way we can really enjoy delicious food... This is just one of our experiments. We'll see if we can starve the player to death after depleting their survival abilities."

Metatron smiled. "Alright, let's get him a good meal first, then we'll take him to court! He must be convicted of conspiracy to sabotage pirates."

Sariel smiled: "As a guinea pig, of course I have to be locked up all the time..."

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After ending the group chat, Michael decided to recruit Libnahi as his own. "Ms. Libnahi, I truly admire your wisdom. Where are you from?"

Libnahi apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sage. As a head maid of the palace, my identity is confidential. The only thing we can disclose is our unquestionable loyalty to the Emperor."

Oh... no doubt about it?

Michael decided to take offense: "Excuse me, but you maids are only doing this part-time job because I pay you three times the salary, right? Does that mean that as long as the salary is high enough..."

Libnashi smiled calmly, "Because this is the high salary offered by Mr. Sage, and Mr. Sage's loyalty to the Empire is unquestionable, so what's the problem?"

This was an answer that really satisfied Michael!

Michael smiled. "No problem at all! Perhaps I'll work on more projects. If Miss Libnashi can arrange the time, can she continue to work part-time?"

Libnashi smiled and said, "It's my honor!"

"Then I won't bother you, Miss!"

But Michael was still dissatisfied. She could only work part-time. He had to find a way to transfer her to his side. Normally, it would be very difficult to handle. However, if Secret Abyss City entered the void, everything would become abnormal...

(End of this chapter)