Chosen Evolution: I can load the protagonist template

Chapter 660 Flamefire Village? Just a high-incidence area for intestinal obstruction.

"Look at this! This is what you call cuisine! What kind of rubbish do those damn Flamefire Village eat?!"

Looking at the food on the table, emitting an intense aroma, Mr. Cheng let out a heartfelt exclamation of praise.

Because hunters are generally big eaters, and people are constantly returning from missions 24/7, the Weapon and Lynx Pavilion is also open 24/7. The head chef and his assistants are always busy preparing large quantities of food in advance so that all hungry hunters can eat the freshest food as soon as possible.

Among them, enormous fried dragon meat steaks and grilled dragon meat skewers are the most common items on the hunter's table.

Each person present had their own special wooden plate filled to the brim with meat products, which made Cheng Tian feel a slight flare-up of mouth ulcers.

The sausage casings burst open from the grilling, releasing bursts of juice. The inside of the mushroom caps was overflowing with mushroom juice. Potatoes the size of half a fist were skewered on metal skewers, with small, melting, dripping pieces of butter evenly stuffed into the cracks.

Similarly, plump shrimp meat skewered on skewers is grilled until slightly charred and glistening with oil. Large chunks of bacon, also grilled on a hot plate to render out all the fat, are drizzled with a brown, savory sauce. Extra-large pieces of bread are placed next to the bacon, available for cutting or tearing by hand.

The most obvious and unquestionable thing was the perfectly evenly sliced ​​roasted dragon cutlet. Cheng Tian didn't know what Maillard or Quanjude reaction it was, but he just gently pressed the side of the knife in his hand, and the delicious juice mixed with dragon fat flowed out along the cross-section of the cutlet. It made people want to immediately tear off a piece of bread, dip it in it, and stuff it into their mouths.

The head chef put down his knife and carefully placed the fennel seeds on the roasted pork chop in front of the head chef, then let out a satisfied sigh.

This damn sense of ritual!
Without any intention of being polite, Cheng had already started to take action.

Hunters are all big eaters, and players who haven't maxed out their strength attribute will inevitably develop large stomachs as well. This set meal, which is enough to satisfy the calorie needs of a normal adult male for two or three days, is just an ordinary meal for the hunters.

However, the more delicious the food in front of him was, the more Cheng Tian felt sympathy for the people of Yanhuo Village.

The hunters there not only lack meat, but their meals are actually high in carbohydrates and sugar, perfectly fitting the regional characteristics.

Glutinous rice balls every single day!

Why is the new work about downgrading food and beverage consumption?!
Even though those dumplings can come in all sorts of flavors and can be steamed or baked, they are still dumplings!
I imagine the hunters there would sneak around roasting some meat, frying an egg, or boiling a lightning bug during their missions and consider that a treat...

The fact that the people of Yanhuo Village don't suffer from diseases like intestinal obstruction already shows that their digestive system has evolved to an inhuman level.

"Oh? You've been to Flamefire Village!?"

The commander, who had calmed down, patted the meat on his shoulder and asked with some surprise.

"Never been there, only heard about it... wow~"

Cheng Tian didn't add any new experience to his resume, but he very bluntly expressed his deep contempt and indigestion for the food system there that only consisted of desserts and carbohydrates.

This is Flame Village. If it were XX New Land, the meaning of the restaurant would probably change again. "Enough with the nonsense. Tell me about your two factions, and what exactly this redemption and sacrifice is all about. Is there anything worth noting?"

Cheng, who had downed a steaming cup of hot milk wine made with cheese and milk, said this.

The Grand Master was silent for a moment, then gestured to Merlin with his eyes. Merlin, whose plate was the smallest among them, gathered his thoughts and began to speak.

In the eyes of many, the Sacrifice Faction is an extremely cruel faction. When carrying out some high-intensity missions, the standard four-person hunter team usually only has two or even one person returning. And without exception, the arms of these survivors will have demonic arms that are highly corroded.

This means that they not only sacrificed the monsters, but also their teammates.

Here, the Catcart can indeed save people, but it can only save those hunters who are on the verge of death. Teammates who are sacrificed by evil will never return.

Over time, these surviving mage hunters were given extreme titles such as "cowards" and "murderers." However, the fact that they were still able to move around in the stars and that the higher-ups did not treat them differently suggests that there was more to the story.

In essence, both the Redemption faction and the Sacrifice faction are working to maintain the security and ecological balance of their strongholds, but their methods of effort are different and their philosophies are completely contradictory.

The Sacrifice Cult is indeed a group of extremists.

Their extremism extends not only to others, but also to themselves.

During missions, the Sacrifice Faction not only sacrifices all corrupted units that impact the ecosystem, cutting off the source, but also, when necessary, their close allies fighting alongside them, or even themselves, become the necessary price for a brutal victory.

What's even more counterintuitive is that often those who become sacrifices are the ones who actively offer themselves as sacrifices.

Their willingness to investigate critical information to protect the base and to cover the retreat of their teammates, even at the cost of their lives, is certainly admirable. However, it also reveals a degree of irresponsibility in shifting the blame onto their comrades.

Because sacrificing teammates to cast forbidden spells is equivalent to imbuing oneself with an eternal curse that is difficult to escape for the rest of one's life.

The act of sacrifice, while completely killing and annihilating the target's body, infuses the target's soul, memories, pain, and everything else into the sorcerer's demonic arm. This will certainly allow the sorcerer to gain a level of skill and even an ability system far beyond what they deserve in a short period of time, but they will also be tormented by the soul that resides there for eternity.

Monsters and beasts are relatively easy to deal with, as the will remaining in their souls is not strong and they are easy to assimilate and absorb. But humans are different.

Having sacrificed the existence of his teammates, whenever he enters a dream, he involuntarily sees some memories of his teammates from their past lives, a cycle that continues day and night.

However, as time goes by and the number of souls inhabiting the body increases, it remains a big question mark whether the sorcerer can maintain their individuality under the influence of multiple soul curses.

Of course, just as there are fearless sacrificers, there are also selfish individuals who pursue their desires for personal gain. These selfish hunters, who use magic indiscriminately according to their own desires, will gradually lose themselves and eventually become humanoid monsters that are even more threatening than wild dragons, becoming targets of the Starry Sky Outpost.

(End of this chapter)