noveltune Chapter 11 is amazing! While the rest of the world is eating wet wooden planks and freezing, I'
Chapter 11 is amazing! While the rest of the world is eating wet wooden planks and freezing, I'
Lin Feng turned off the panel and looked up.
Ten burly men squatted in a circle around the wild boar carcass, each of them craning their necks forward, their noses practically touching the boar's skin.
The square-faced man's swallowing movements were extremely exaggerated, his throat bobbing up and down at a frequency as fast as a hiccup.
The one next to him was even more outrageous; he shuffled forward half a step by scooting along the ground with both hands, his mouth slightly open, drooling in a glistening strand.
Ten people, twenty eyes, were all fixed on that dead pig weighing four or five hundred pounds.
A green light shone in his eyes.
Lin Feng glanced at it and almost burst out laughing.
Ten fish shared among eleven mouths—it was practically like eating nothing at all. These people had chopped down so many trees and fought a wild boar all afternoon; their strength was completely depleted. The meager amount of fish and fruit they'd received wouldn't even cover the interest payments.
If they continue to starve, tomorrow these ten people will be like ten wooden stakes, unable to even stand, let alone chop down trees or fight monsters.
It cannot be omitted.
This pig must be eaten tonight.
Lin Feng waved his hand.
"Extra treat tonight! Everyone's having wild boar meat for supper!"
These words struck the crowd, and silence fell over the surroundings.
Then—
"Awooo—!!!"
Ten howls exploded simultaneously, the sound waves making the leaves on the trees overhead rustle.
The square-faced giant launched himself forward from the spot, and the 1.9-meter-tall behemoth trembled all over when his feet left the ground.
"Time to eat pork!!!"
He grabbed an iron axe, squatted down in front of the wild boar, and started fighting without saying a word.
With a swipe of the axe back across the pigskin, coarse, black hair fell off in clumps. The technique was frighteningly swift; in no time at all, the large chunk of the pig's head was scraped clean.
Several burly men nearby followed suit, each grabbing an iron axe and surrounding the area, one person responsible for a section.
After the square-faced man finished shaving the pig, he turned it over, pointed the iron axe downwards, and made a cut along the pig's belly.
"laugh--"
The skin was torn open, and a large amount of internal organs slid out.
He reached in with both hands, quickly pulled out the inedible food, and threw it far away. His movements were clean, efficient, and without hesitation.
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
This technique is so skillful, even a first-time pig-slaughtering demon wouldn't believe it. The people spawned by the system come with innate skills; even their slaughtering abilities are maxed out.
In less than five minutes, the wild boar, weighing four or five hundred pounds, was dismembered into pieces.
Forelegs, hind legs, ribs, pork belly, and spine were cut into large pieces and neatly arranged on the large leaves next to them.
Each piece of meat was covered with a thick layer of snow-white fat, which glistened oily under the firelight.
The square-faced, burly man picked up a large piece of bone-in rib and turned to look at Lin Feng.
"Master, shall we put it on the shelf?"
"superior."
That's exactly what the square-faced, burly man was waiting for.
He slammed the ribs onto the grill, the wire mesh making a dull thud.
The other burly men piled meat onto the grill like madmen—front legs, hind legs, pork belly, one piece after another—and the grill was instantly crammed full.
The moment the flames touched the pork, the fat began to seep out.
One drop. Two drops.
They quickly connected into one large area.
Thick layers of lard dripped down the meat's grain into the fire pit.
"boom--"
The flames suddenly shot up, doubling in brightness.
The sound of oil hitting the fire was dense and crisp, crackling and popping all around.
Then, the aroma of meat wafted over.
The intense, almost overpowering aroma of pork released when lard was heated filled the entire camp in seconds.
The square-faced man stood in front of the grill, his nostrils twitching wildly, and his legs began to involuntarily twitch in place.
The reaction of the nine burly men behind him was even more exaggerated.
A burly man closed his eyes and tilted his head back to catch the rich aroma wafting in the wind, his cheek muscles trembling.
Another person squatted on the ground, slapping his thigh repeatedly, muttering the same sentence over and over again.
"It smells so good...it smells amazing..."
The pork on the grill changed color rapidly under the intense heat, its skin turning from white to yellow, and then from yellow to brown.
The oil seeped out continuously, forming a shiny layer on the meat noodles.
The pork belly is the first to cook through.
The fatty part was roasted until it curled slightly, with crispy edges and sizzling oil in the middle.
The square-faced man used the tip of his iron axe to flip it over, and the other side was already showing tempting charred marks.
He swallowed hard and turned to look at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng gestured with his chin toward the grill.
"Give me those ribs first."
The square-faced man reached into the grill with both hands, hissing and gasping for breath from the heat, and managed to pull out the largest rib.
He jogged a few steps and handed it over with both hands.
"Master, you eat first!"
Lin Feng took the spare rib.
It's quite heavy, probably weighing two or three pounds.
Thick pieces of lean meat hung from the bone, coated with a layer of crispy, roasted fat. Steam rose from the bone, and the aroma filled the air.
He opened his mouth and took a big bite.
Teeth break through the crispy outer skin and bite into the scalding hot meat, and juices gush out instantly.
No salt, no sauce, no seasoning whatsoever.
But the aroma of meat was excessively rich, with a hint of wildness unique to wild boar, mixed with the mellowness of fat, and it exploded on the tip of the tongue.
good to eat.
It's fucking delicious.
After being hungry all day, this bite made every inch of my body, from between my teeth to my stomach, cheer.
The square-faced, burly man stood by, watching Lin Feng take his first, second, and third bites, his own mouth unconsciously opening and closing in sync.
Lin Feng gnawed on a rib and waved his hand.
"Eat it all."
Ten burly men pounced on the grill in an instant.
The situation was completely out of control.
The square-faced man held a piece of pork belly in one hand, taking bites from the left and right, his cheeks bulging like a snake that had swallowed a toad whole.
The person next to him grabbed the entire front leg and tore it off from top to bottom with brute force, like gnawing on sugarcane.
Two people even grabbed the same piece of hind leg meat at the same time, neither of them letting go, and simply each pulled on one end.
With a "ripping" sound, it was torn in half, and each person grabbed a piece, squatted in a corner, and buried their heads in their food.
Bones were scattered all over the ground, and oil stains covered their faces; nobody cared about their appearance.
Lin Feng leaned against the roots of a large tree, eating ribs one bite after another, his gaze sweeping over his subordinates who were eating until they were completely exhausted.
He casually opened the trading hall panel.
The hall was deserted, with only a handful of transaction slips hanging on the walls.
A player hung three planks on the ground, asking to exchange them for a fishing rod or anything else that could provide sustenance.
The other one had only one plank left hanging, with a note that read in an extremely humble manner: "Please, does anyone have any extra fresh water? Just a sip will do, I'm dying of thirst."
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Someone offered his only tool, a stone hammer, in exchange for food.
Someone else, without having posted anything, let out a desperate scream on the public screen in the trading hall: "Is anyone there? I'm freezing and can't hold on any longer."
Lin Feng looked away and took a big bite out of the rib meat.
The meat juices dripped down his fingers and splashed into the mud at his feet.
We are clearly from the same world.
The trading systems are interconnected, and the chat channels are shared, so he and the other players at sea are indeed in the same sea area.
But those people were trapped on a raft of only a few square meters, chewing on seaweed with a fishy smell, drinking bitter rainwater, and clinging tightly to the seawater-soaked planks to survive the cold wind through the night.
He sat on a stable island, with a roaring campfire beside him.
Ten muscular men, each gnawing on a whole roasted pig, ate heartily around the grill.
That's outrageous and illogical.
They were playing a hellish raft survival game, struggling desperately just to avoid being swallowed by the waves.
He started with an island-themed game.
There are challenges, rewards, and even the damn global announcements are only playing in his head.
Two completely different survival modes.
After finishing the last bite of meat, Lin Feng threw the bare bone into the fire and wiped his hands with leaves.
There's no point in investigating the cause.
As long as the beneficiary of the biased rules is himself, that's enough.