Gaining a tiny bit of weight every day, my weight is a billion tons.

The night wind in the Abyss Ashes is cold.

The two people and the dog found a sheltered spot on a rocky cliff and set up camp.

Shen Qingci chopped up some dry wood to start a fire.

The flickering campfire illuminated their faces.

Shen Qingci gracefully unscrewed a bottle of premium nutritional supplement.

She tilted her fair neck slightly back and pursed her lips.

And opposite her.

Su Ming was holding a whole hind leg of a second-tier alien beast that was roasting and sizzling with oil.

They devoured it like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

The Wilderness Mastiff lay down at Shen Qingci's feet.

Watching Su Ming eat at such an insane speed.

Startled, it pulled its paws back.

They were afraid that this scourge wouldn't be full and would devour them too.

"You've... evolved the Hungry Ghost talent again?"

Shen Qingci finally couldn't help but show surprise in her usually cold eyes.

"The calories in this food are enough for a standard five-person squad to fight at high intensity in the abyss for three days."

"What do you know? This is the ultimate romance of carbon-based life."

Su Ming mumbled incoherently, his mouth greasy.

Those military compressed rations.

It tastes similar to chewing a tire.

With meat available, who would still eat vegetarian food!

Logically speaking, his weight is now approaching one ton.

Even simply raising your arm should burn a huge number of calories.

However, the Devouring Talent is extremely domineering, assimilating the "mass points" extracted from unclaimed objects.

While increasing body density.

It also subtly took over the underlying circulation of his body.

In other words, as long as the system is still running.

His body is now like a perpetual motion machine with its own miniature nuclear reactor.

Let alone enough food for three days.

Even if you throw him into the abyss for ten days or half a month without letting him eat or drink anything.

He won't die either.

But not dying doesn't mean I won't crave food.

As a normal person whose soul comes from Earth.

I don't eat anything for a day.

A craving can unleash a full-blown military-style punch in the stomach.

What surprised him even more was that as he ate the barbecue...

A faint notification kept popping into my mind: "[Mass Points +0.01]..."

The flesh and blood of second-tier alien beasts still contain biological energy.

The system can also include trace amounts of assimilation in his calculations!

Although the price increase is almost negligible, who would complain about not having enough free stuff?

"belch……"

Su Ming finished gnawing the last bone clean.

I picked up a piece of rib, ready to continue eating.

Then he saw a scene that sent his blood pressure soaring.

That golden desert mastiff that had only been loyal to its owner for less than two hours.

He was lying down next to Shen Qingci's legs at that moment.

His head rested on her knees.

Its tail thumped the ground frantically.

The tongue sticks out half a foot long.

She licked Shen Qingci's hand and between his fingers.

His eyes were squinted into slits, and he hummed contentedly.

The cause is very simple.

In the afternoon, while cleaning up the battlefield.

The second-order crystal that Shen Qingci dug out from the hyena carcass.

I casually gave a Wilderness Mastiff a dog.

Just one.

That beast has completely betrayed us.

Su Ming stared intently at the crystal that had been swallowed by the Wilderness Mastiff, his heart bleeding.

Second-tier alien beast crystal.

Its market value is several hundred thousand federal dollars.

So they just feed the dog like that?!

His entire net worth is less than a few hundred thousand.

Su Ming looked at the dog with its fawning face, and jealousy made him feel like his body was about to break apart.

He even wanted to turn into a little puppy and lick Shen Qingci's lips...

Rich woman, I'm starving, time for food!

Could you also throw some crystals at my cold face?

Su Ming stuffed the last piece of roasted meat into his mouth.

He chewed twice and decided to exercise his authority as the head of the household.

"Alright, since you've come with me, I'll give you a name."

Su Ming patted the oil off his hands and grinned at the Wilderness Mastiff.

From now on, your name will be Big Yellow.

The Wilderness Mastiff's tail paused for a moment.

Shen Qingci paused for a moment while taking the nutritional supplement.

"Can't you just give me a proper name?"

She frowned slightly.

"For example, 'Chasing the Wind,' 'Splitting the Sky,' and 'Golden Scales'?"

"That's too childish," Su Ming shook his head.

"...'Snowball'?"

"It's yellow."

Shen Qingci took a deep breath.

"'Crimson Flame'?"

"It's not popular either," Su Mingyi said righteously.

"From now on, we'll call him Dahuang. As the old saying goes, a humble name is easier to raise, and it's more down-to-earth."

Although the intelligence of the Wilderness Mastiff is not yet fully developed.

But no matter what, it is still a peak second-tier beast that is about to break through to the third tier.

It could still recognize the insulting meaning.

"Woof..."

It issued a reluctant protest to Su Ming.

"What are you yelling for? Protest invalid."

Su Ming adopted the demeanor of the head of the family and threatened him fiercely.

"Dahuang is the most cultured name I can think of."

Or we can change the name to 'Wangcai' or 'Tudou' (Potato), it's your choice.

The Wilderness Mastiff shuddered.

They resolutely succumbed to tyranny.

She let out a sob, feeling extremely wronged.

He buried his big, furry head even deeper next to Shen Qingci's legs.

Su Ming looked at Shen Qingci's aloof face and finally couldn't help but roll his eyes.

I feel extremely satisfied.

After finishing my meal, I prepared to go to sleep.

This was the first time Shen Qingci had spent the night in the wild with a boy her own age.

No matter how strong-willed and aloof she is.

Deep down, she's still a 19-year-old girl in the prime of her youth.

There was a slight sense of defensiveness and unease.

Su Ming, on the other hand, is much more carefree.

He took his tent out of his backpack.

I bought it for fifteen yuan at a second-hand military store.

The dark green camouflage fabric is severely faded, and the zipper is stuck.

Two of the support rods are tied together with wire.

He hummed a little tune as he propped himself up and patted the dust that had fallen from the ceiling.

Nodding indicates satisfaction.

Sturdy, usable, and airtight.

enough.

Then he turned his head and saw Shen Qingci's tent.

It is entirely silver-white.

Streamlined design.

Foldable high-tech constant temperature cabin.

I pressed my finger, and it automatically unfolded with a "buzz".

The interior lights illuminated softly.

Calling it a cabin is disrespectful to money.

This is a large open-plan one-bedroom apartment.

Su Ming's eyes lit up, and he rushed over using both hands and feet.

"Ms. Shen, do you need any help adjusting this tent?"

I have a natural affinity for high-tech equipment…

"Need not."

"Then...do you need me to make your bed?"

"unnecessary."

Su Ming's expression turned bitter.

"I was worried that you, a girl, wouldn't be able to sleep well in this remote place..."

"Now that you have such good cabins, I'm relieved."

He took two steps back.

He glanced at his camouflage tent, which seemed like it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"Don't worry about me. I can sleep anywhere. I don't care if I freeze to death."

Shen Qingci watched his performance, which was comparable to that of an Oscar-winning actor, and was speechless.

Even the claws of a third-tier alien beast couldn't break through this iron-clad defense.

Why are you pretending to be weak and vulnerable with her?

She didn't speak, but raised the bracelet expressionlessly.

Another flash of white light.

A soft thud.

A silver-white, streamlined, temperature-controlled cabin exactly like hers.

It landed steadily next to Su Ming's tattered camouflage tent.

Su Ming was stunned.

"Prepared in advance."

Shen Qingci spoke in a flat tone.

"The basic guarantee for mission partners."

Su Ming stood still.

Looking at that brand-new, silver-white constant temperature cabin.

There was a three-second silence.

Then his eyes reddened slightly, and his voice trembled.

"Rich woman, it's so nice, living off a woman is so sweet..."

Shen Qingci's lips twitched violently.

She now regrets not letting the guy freeze in that shabby tent all night.

……

The interior of the constant temperature cabin is not large, but it is fully functional.

When Su Ming lay down inside, he discovered that there was even a mini shower and a temperature control system.

He touched the soft, inflatable mattress, and his soul let out a satisfied sigh.

The happiness of the poor is so simple and unpretentious.

He lay down for two minutes, then sat up again.

He opened the hatch and walked to Shen Qingci's constant temperature cabin next door.

After thinking for a moment, I tapped the outer shell.

"Hey, Miss Shen, I'd like to have a more in-depth discussion about some martial arts matters with you."

As he spoke, he reached out to turn the doorknob.

Why did this person lock the door from the inside?

What about the most basic trust between people?

"Miss Shen, please open the door for me."

"We don't need to compete, I just wanted to discuss the issue of choosing a university after the college entrance exam."

crunch.

The door opened a crack.

The first thing Su Ming noticed was that the interior wall design was actually pink.

Outside, it was cold and silvery white.

It's a dreamy pink color inside.

Goodness, is this the unexpected charm of an SS-level genius girl?

Shen Qingci stood behind the door, having already changed out of her combat uniform.

She was wearing a loose white long-sleeved shirt, and her hair was down.

"What's there to talk about? I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"bath?"

Su Ming instantly perked up, his face becoming solemn.

"Actually, I used to be a very good bathhouse attendant, if you don't mind..."

"Bang!"

The hatch was tightly closed.

The force was so great that the shockwave blew all the stray hairs off his forehead.

If you don't want to rub it, then don't rub it. Why are you so temperamental?

Su Ming touched his nose and slowly swayed back to his cabin.

He tentatively lay down...

After all, he had already trampled the previous bed to pieces.

Su Ming stared at the ceiling.

The principle of "marrying someone of equal social standing" is an ironclad rule wherever you go.

Love is free, but marriage is not.

He is now unknown and penniless.

But things change after the college entrance exam.

I mentally reviewed my own "balance sheet".

The only SSS-level talent, with a true mass exceeding one ton.

A single slap shattered a third-tier beast king; its density was nearly twice that of steel.

There's also a ridiculously passive method that generates 1% compound interest every day.

If this setup were placed on the college entrance exam stage...

He'd probably have to move up his spot on the list of most outstanding talents.

With a system in place, both appearance and strength are guaranteed.

Su Ming believed that he was also worthy of Shen Qingci.

As for that snobbish father who was protecting the flower...

Su Ming narrowed his eyes.

We really can't beat them now.

Once he reaches the ninth rank...

When you pick up food, I turn the table; when you talk, I chat.

The bag was held tightly in the hand.

That scrap yard of the Shen family might actually belong to them.

He turned over and closed his eyes.

Everything is ready; all that's left is to make a stunning debut in the college entrance examination!

……