The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

I don’t know if it’s because Eirite is too special, or because the previous edible degree analysis was not perfect enough, or maybe the system secretly completed an upgrade behind its back.

In short, the change window of edible degree is recorded in clearer and more detailed text.

[You were targeted by the Haunted One, who unleashed his malice on you, and you fought him fiercely. ]

[During the fight, something special about you attracted some resentment to possess you. ]

[The iron stored in your body is digested. ]

[You have a strong murderous intention towards the resentment-ridden person, and you take action. After attracting more resentment, the irium stored in your body has been greatly digested. ]

[Today's settlement: Your current total consumption of Erte is 3%, and the remaining reserves in your body are 3%]

[ps: The consumption recording method has changed. The final settlement is based on complete digestion and absorption by the body. Food that is not absorbed and only swallowed is counted in the reserve. ]

Therefore, the Iron Eater's panel has also undergone subtle changes, and the statistics have become more detailed and accurate.

Iron Eater: Level 2

Available metal properties available: 2

Trait Absorbed: Plastic Embryo (White)

Current food column 1: Pig iron (food level 28.1/100%, reserve 0.)

Current food column 2: Yin Sha Jiu Nether Evil Resentful Iron (consumption level 3%/100%, reserve 3%.)

Feng Mu only took a glance and understood that the difference between the two statistics was actually equivalent to the difference between the checkout before the meal and the checkout after the meal.

The latter one is more stringent in terms of statistical time than the former one.

Feng Mu didn't care about the change in the statistical method. What he cared about was the newly prompted [Today's Settlement], which clearly recorded the reason why Ertie was digested - [Resentment]? ! !

Good news, Feng Mu no longer has to guess how Etie will digest it.

Bad news, [resentment] is another brand-new term that he doesn't recognize.

Feng Mu thought for a moment and could only temporarily understand [resentment] as the resentful soul or resentment of the dead.

"Then, a person who is ridden with resentment is a person who has killed someone and has the resentment or wronged soul of the deceased attached to his body. In short, he is a murderer." Feng Mu thought to himself.

"In other words, the murderer has the [resentment] that I need, and if they have ill will towards me, or if I have murderous intention towards them, the [resentment] in them will be attracted to me."

"Then some unknown chemical reaction occurred with the [erite] in my body, and it was eventually digested and absorbed by me."

"Even, there is no need to fight and kill, I only need the murderer to have ill will towards me, but fighting and killing is the most violent way to absorb, especially when we both hold the idea of ​​killing each other and put it into action. , the absorption efficiency can reach its peak.”

Feng Mu deduced this, and then shook his head: "No, attempted murder is not the peak, successful murder should be the peak."

Feng Mu's eyes flashed: "So, as long as I kill a murderer, when the other person dies, all the [Grudge] on the other person's body will be transferred to my body and be absorbed by [Er Iron]?!"

Although Feng Mu was just guessing and had not actually verified it, he felt that there was a high probability that this would be the case.

Unless, when the murderer dies, part of the [resentment] on his body will dissipate. In that case, perhaps not killing the murderer and repeatedly harvesting the wool is the best solution.

"After all, we have to find a murderer to verify this matter with his own hands." Feng Mu made a calculation in his mind.

"It's a pity that murderers don't write murderers on their faces. Unless they kill too many people like my senior brothers and sisters, and the smell of blood can be felt by me, otherwise, those who have only killed one or two people, even if they rub it in front of me, Even if you pass by, I won't notice it." Feng Mu frowned.

Feng Mu could send Ma Bin to catch some murderers and bring them back for him to test or "eat".

However, the digestion of Ertie is a matter of accumulation over time, and the demand is bound to be very huge. It cannot be satisfied by a few or a dozen murderers.

Feng Mu thought: "Ma Bin may be able to control the Green Wolf Gang and find me ten or even a hundred murderers. The probability is as high as the sky."

"After all, no matter how valuable human life is in the lower city, it is impossible for the streets to be filled with murderers walking around, and identification is also a difficult problem."

As for the qualified groups like the Survey Corps, Feng Mu doesn't have the guts to focus on them yet.

After thinking like this for a while, Feng Mu realized that finding [Etie] and requiring [Resentment] was only the first step, and satisfying the number of [Resentment] was the real problem.

"It would be nice if there was a place full of murderers and I could kill them without causing too much noise."

Feng Mufu's heart suddenly reminded him of a place.

"Prison?!" Feng Mu opened his eyes, with black lines sinking in his pupils. He muttered to himself, "Of course, the number of murderers in prison is only a small number, but..."

A very scary thought came to Feng Mu's mind: "If I can control a prison, even if there are not enough murderers in it, I can produce them in batches like a commodity..."

Feng Mu's Adam's apple squirmed and he swallowed.

He was frightened by the thoughts that came to his mind. This was no longer a question of being a villain or not, this was more or less crazy.

Feng Mu shook his head vigorously and threw this idea away.

But the strange thing is that the more he wants to give up this idea, the more this idea keeps popping up, like a seed that is planted in your heart. Even if you don't water it, it will stubbornly break out of the ground, and take root and sprout little by little over time, until it wraps your whole heart with its roots.

A night of nightmares.

When Feng Mu woke up the next morning, he had two big dark circles under his eyes.

Hong Ya brought him food and comforted him a few words. Then she turned around and went out. All the brothers and sisters in the courtyard knew that the little brother was worried about his enemies and didn't sleep well all night.

They looked at each other and scraped the bottom of the bowl faster.

When Feng Mu changed the medicine and wrapped the gauze again, when he came out, there was only a huge wooden barrel and five bowls of different sizes on the stone table in the inner courtyard.

Hong Ya squatted on the stone pier, holding a small bowl and eating slowly.

Feng Mu sat at the stone table with the bowl in his hand. He chewed it in one bite, and his mouth was full of rice grains and meat aroma. When he looked up again, tears were flowing out uncontrollably.

Three years later, he ate natural food again.

Although the 3D-printed synthetic food looks more delicate and the chewing taste is similar, for some reason, Feng Mu could feel the subtle difference after just one bite.

It's not the difference in taste buds, but... Feng Mu couldn't describe it, it was more like an unreasonable instinct, and every cell in his body was cheering.

It was like a dead tree that had been exposed to the sun for more than ten years, and finally tasted the taste of water again.

What's even more weird is that before today, Feng Mu had never realized that his body was a dead tree, and he never felt that this dead tree was so hungry.

"Synthetic food not only fills the stomach, but also deceives the body's instinct?!!"

Feng Mu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He didn't want to cry, but his body finally realized the long-term deception and silently asked for help.

"Perhaps, this silent crying has lasted for 18 years, but it was not until today that I saw my tears?"

Feng Mu simply couldn't imagine how desperate his body was.

It's like an invisible person who has been shouting at you for help for 18 years, but you have been like a deaf and blind person, without any response to him.

Until today, you suddenly woke up and found that there was a skinny person standing in front of you.

What's more terrifying is that this person is actually you. This is your truest appearance. The flesh-and-blood face you thought you were familiar with in the mirror is all a false illusion that deceives you.

Your eyes are deceiving you;

Your ears are deceiving you;

Your body is deceiving you;

Your soul is deceiving you;

Not only are you deceiving yourself, but others are deceiving you, and the whole world is deceiving you;

But you are also deceiving others, and others are deceiving themselves, and all of you are united, even deceiving the world;

You are mirroring each other, as if to say: Look, we are all the same, there is no problem,

But the truth is...