I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

I avoided pacing around the closed restaurants repeatedly, skillfully navigating the tables and chairs, but I had neither the appetite to cook nor the fear of going out to inquire about my mother.

The frustration in my heart overwhelmed my hunger, and I even felt so anxious that I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

dong dong.

A burly woman called out from outside the door, "Hey, Yi Yin, let's have a cooking salon together."

"I'm busy, Greta."

He was in no mood to talk to the chef at that moment.

"What are you doing? Yi Yin, you haven't even opened for business yet, have you?"

Du Jue felt a little irritated. "I'm waiting for someone!"

crunch.

Greta pressed her face against the glass door, her small eyes scanning the entire restaurant. "Who are you waiting for with the door locked?"

Greta, I'm very busy!

Greta sniffed through the crack in the door. "There's not even a hint of fire in the stove. Who are you waiting for if you're not eating?"

"Can't you see I'm busy with something important?"

Greta, however, paid no attention to this, staring intently at the small snake slithering around Du Jue's feet. After a while, she even swallowed hard. "How about I come in and wait with you?"

Du Jue then looked up at Greta and found that she was wrapped up like a humanoid shark. "I don't have time to exchange cooking tips. I'm waiting for someone. I'll be even less time if I open the door!"

"Oh fine."

Greta wiped away her drool with disappointment upon hearing this. "But the other chefs want to cook themselves at the salon. Would you like to give it a try?"

"But if you cook yourself, how can you eat it? What's the point?"

Greta didn't care. "Who cares? I just want to try it. Do you want to come with me? There's no point in you waiting here anyway."

"Greta, can't you tell? The person I'm waiting for is very important."

Speechless, Greta scratched her head. "Then just forget about it. Wait until you meet the person, then wait. Wouldn't that be more efficient?"

"I forgot about the person I was waiting for, so what's the point of waiting? Greta, you're being foolish."

"This one, this one."

Greta desperately wanted to try cooking for her chef as well, and racked her brains, "What's the point of waiting for someone to cook for you?"

These words left Du Jue speechless. It seemed that his mother really didn't like him and preferred a smelly blood demon. "Well, it doesn't really matter anyway. I just want to wait and see."

Greta was immediately delighted. "Right, right! Since it's all meaningless anyway, why not come to the salon and cook yourselves together?"

Tearing off the snake skin from my face was like removing all memories of my mother from my body, and I immediately felt that it was indeed time to eat.

He hadn't prepared anything, so he opened the door and followed Greta to see what the salon was all about.

"Hey Yi Yin, can I have a taste of the fish skin you have?"

“That’s not fish skin, it’s my molted snake skin. If Greta chews it up and digests it, it will return to me, and then I’ll have to go back and wait for someone.”

"An experience? What's so strange about that? Is there anything edible?!"

Du Jue only stopped making a fuss after casually pulling out the snake skin he had shared with Greta and handing it to her.

"By the way, Greta, who am I waiting for? I think I just told you, right?"

Greta had no interest in this. After savoring the unique fish skin, she finally spoke: "It doesn't matter who you're waiting for. If it were really important, why did you forget?"

Boom!

Du Jue, barely managing to bring his consciousness back to reality, had veins bulging on his forehead. He could no longer rationally perceive those experiences, only because an extreme hunger, enough to overwhelm his mind, struck him. "Yi! Yin!"

The memory wasn't something forcibly inserted; it felt as if he had actually experienced it. The feeling of extreme hunger made him frantically push Yi Yin away and collapse to the ground.

"I love how eager you are, Mom. I'd be even happier if your first time enjoying a meal was one of those moments."

When faced with Du Jue, who could no longer suppress his emotions, Yi Yin instead held Du Jue's head tightly in his arms.

However, Du Jue couldn't even speak; he just opened his mouth to bite. At this moment, his survival instinct, fueled by extreme hunger, left him no time to think.

Yi Yin took the boning knife from Du Jue and drew a crescent-shaped arc on the left side of his navel. The moment the blade cut through the skin, the subcutaneous fat, like a sliced ​​butter pudding, slid to both sides with a translucent sheen.

"Wait, no! I don't want to!"

Du Jue gritted his teeth and endured the pain with his face pressed against Yi Yin's belly, but instinct made him act directly, and his brutal bite instantly crushed the fat.

The blood-soaked abdomen revealed the crisscrossing texture of the abdominal muscle fibers.

When the peritoneum is bitten open, the entire abdominal cavity is like a deep-sea fish tank with its lid lifted, with the stomach half-hidden in the shadow of the liver.

The outer serosa of the stomach wall shimmered with a mother-of-pearl-like luster, but unfortunately it was quickly pierced by sharp teeth, leaving the stomach wall muscle layer like a taut rubber band.

"I didn't expect my experience to be so intense, but I'm very happy. Although it's a bit selfish, I really want you to devour me. It's a million times more satisfying than when I eat you!"

Yi Yin, whose intestines had been ripped out, laughed heartily.

Du Jue, his head covered in blood, shoved Yi Yin away, but then found himself eating involuntarily.

Upon seeing this, Yi Yiyin tore off the molted snake skin that had been eaten from the abdomen. The strange gelatinous substance was torn away, instantly revealing the smooth abdomen covered with snake scales.

We must prevent ourselves from rushing forward again.

As he continued to eat, his hunger was relieved, and reason regained its footing.

But he continued to bite numbly, his only thought not to push Yi Yin away, but rather to Prometheus being pecked at by vultures.

However, Yi Yin felt no pain and ate with great pleasure; the strange sense of satisfaction was irresistible.

boo.

Only when his stomach burst did Du Jue, in a daze, grope for a sharpening stick on the ground and forcefully pierce his chin, finally stopping his unwilling eating.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Du Jue strained to focus his eyes before looking up and seeing Yi Yin's confused face. He wanted to speak but realized his mouth was stuck in the sharpening stick, so he could only raise his numb right hand and wave it.

"Have you gotten tired of it already? What do we do now?"

Yi Yin hurriedly reached out and pulled the sharpening stick from Du Jue's chin. "Once I sew up my belly and peel off the snake skin, I can have another meal. This time, I can eat it whole."

Covered in blood and sweat, Du Jue shakily pulled out a pneumatic syringe and injected four shots into his chin before spitting out the bloody lump of flesh stuck in his throat. "Yi Yin, ha, never mind that, first, take this experience out."

"No."

Yi Yin immediately objected, "If that's the case, Mom will run away, and she definitely won't understand me."

Wiping the blood and sweat from his face, he suppressed his surging appetite, saying, "I don't understand, but I do understand."

What did you say?

Completely misunderstanding, Yi Yin quickly helped Du Jue up.

Du Jue was exhausted both physically and mentally at this moment, and all his previous concerns and hesitations about Yi Yin disappeared.

If someone is willing to help him climb to the top of the city, regardless of their rank or past sins, it can be considered an employment relationship. All that's needed is to ensure that the other party doesn't cause any problems afterward.

He struggled to get up, refusing to touch Yi Yin's face for the first time. "Darling, although I don't understand, I can do this for you, after all, you are willing to do this for me too."

"What does this mean?"

Yi Yin was somewhat puzzled, but still happily cupped his right hand over his face.

Du Jue wanted to immediately find the boning knife to squeeze the stuff out of his stomach, but upon hearing Yi Yin's question, he sighed and replied, "Now, I'm not anxious anymore, am I? I... I quite like you."

"real?!"

Bang! !

The entire salon restaurant began to tremble violently.