Chapter 1106 Refining the Crystals (1/2)

Han Sen was feeling far too hungry. His body was incredibly tired, and he knew he should have been resting, but he was overwhelmed with a strange ravenousness.

He knew such behavior was dangerous. Heresy Mantra was able to hasten his recovery, but he knew the power to do so couldn't just come from anywhere.

If he wanted to recover and get back in tip-top shape, he had to have power.

He was currently not supposed to have any. Curse of Immortality was sure to damage him further, by making him so active in such a weakened condition.

Han Sen kept on scoffing down sacred-blood flesh. He couldn't get enough of the stuff, and he thought each and every fatty, red morsel was better than the highest-class nutritious solution.

After another hefty slab of meat, the hunger of his crying stomach did not relent. The energy inside was not able to keep up with his heart.

But as hungry as he was, his stomach was full. His belly had inflated like a balloon, and there was no room left for food.

His heart was good but his stomach wasn't; there was no way he could eat any more. And even if he was in fine health, he couldn't come anywhere close to eating as much as he just had.

Han Sen was sitting on the floor like a pregnant woman, with his appetite still fierce.

His stomach was stuffed, and yet, he was still so hungry. It was an annoying conundrum to deal with, as two contradicting pains collided.

If Han Sen wasn't as strong a person as he was, he'd undoubtedly be screaming.

His face was all pale, and a ghastly sweat had started to form. His clothes were all soon drenched in this sweat.

Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.

Han Sen placed his hands on his belly and tried to suppress it and fight back against its calling for more food.

Jade-Sun Force could barely provide him with energy. If he wanted to get it started, to put him in better shape, he'd need nutrition. Just like if there was no oil, there was no way to refine gas. Unfortunately for him, Han Sen was too full right now. Even a single pea or grain of corn would be enough to tip him over the edge.

”I should have learned a hyper geno art to improve the fortitude of my stomach,” Han Sen said to himself, remorsefully realizing it was now too late for that.

When he crossed Ghost Mountain, the big white snake gave him a Dragon Saliva. It was a super-class geno treasure. If he drank it, he'd most assuredly be energized.

But Han Sen didn't want to use it in such a condition. He was fighting back against the use of something that might save his life.

Han Sen's body was beginning to shrivel now. The fat was burning at a hastened rate, and he was immediately appearing much slimmer.

”Heresy Mantra should be practiced by women; it sure helps you lose weight.” Han Sen remained light-hearted, despite his predicament.

While Han Sen contested with whether or not he should eat the Dragon Saliva, the crystallized organs inside him started to feel relieved.