The sweetness spread in his mouth, and Jason sucked harder and harder.

Squeak, squeak!

In the tooth-aching sound, Jason, who sucked hard, his sharp teeth unconsciously left tooth marks on the steel.

It took a full five seconds for Jason to let go.

The words in front of me jumped out.

[Devour the twisted animated clown!] 】

[Excess recovery of physical strength and energy!] 】

Satiety +22

[Satiety: 104]

……

"104 points of satiety, 34.6 lives."

Jason, who once again has 30+ lives, can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the long-lost sense of security is back again.

This made the corners of Jason's mouth smile more.

In this quest to survive 30 days in this quest dungeon world, what better hole card is better than one more life?

Naturally, there are 30 lives!

At the very least, it would give Jason more capital to maneuver.

It doesn't matter if it's a very responsive organization, or if it's something weird about 'food'.

Of course, the 'food' has become strange, but the taste is still very good.

Jason remembered the sweetness as he pulled out his dagger and began to scratch the tooth marks he had left unconsciously.

Although he is quite well-fed at the moment, it does not mean that Jason will be arrogant enough to ignore any clues left by himself.

Immortality is his biggest hole card.

Satiety is his biggest secret.

The two seem to be unrelated.

But there is always no shortage of smart people in the world.

Jason can't guarantee that no one will link the two together.

No one thought this way before, and it doesn't mean that no one in this dungeon world thinks this way either.

So, he had to cover it up accordingly.

The best way to hide a leaf is to put it in the forest.

Hiding 'traces of battle'?

Naturally use new traces of battle to cover up!

The dagger scraped smoothly, more marks appeared around the tooth marks, and then, Jason raised his hand to grasp the steel section of the signal tower.

The next moment-

Call!

The flame burns.

Flames wrapped around Jason's right hand.

The flames above the bullet level burned slowly but surely with such marks.

After more than ten seconds, this section of steel had already turned red.

Jason let go of his hand and turned to look downstairs.

The familiar black muscle car was already in view.

There is no doubt that soon, the entire TV station will be surrounded by the soldiers who have been before it.

"Faster than you think!"

Jason commented, turned and walked to the other side, where there was a drain.

Along the drain, Jason descended like a nimble monkey, landing on both feet when the soldiers of the organization got out of the car.

Without any hesitation, Jason walked briskly away along the shadows of the TV station's backstreet.

He didn't want to meet with this organization.

Didn't want to before.

Not even more now.

It was the instinctive insistence of biology on freedom.

Right now?

There is an even more irresistible reason in Jason's opinion: hunting for 'food'.

That 'twisted animated clown' is enough to tell Jason what delicious food the city, the world, is full of.

As long as he finds the right way, he can taste all kinds of delicious food.

Is there anything more exciting about Jason than that?

Naturally......

There should be similar 'food' in that organization.

Jason is quite sure about this.

Judging from the swift reaction of that organization, it is definitely not the first time that the other party has faced such a situation.

Since it's not the first time, I have many experiences.

Then, in so many actions, there will naturally be successes.

Even if it is only one out of ten, it is an extremely terrifying number for a long time.

Jason was tempted to rush in and eat a feast.

The hunger in his body kept pushing him.

But he restrained and endured.

He knew it wasn't time!

At least until he becomes stronger, it is unrealistic to face a squad of soldiers who are heavily armed and have airplane cannons.

Reckless action will only make him die without a place to be buried.

"Patience makes 'food' more delicious!"

Jason recalled.

Then, as he was about to walk out of the alley, he glanced back at the soldiers.

"I'll leave my 'food' with you first."

"As a 'refrigerator', you must take good care of them!"

After muttering to himself, Jason left without looking back.

As the 'refrigerator' organization in Jason's mouth, they didn't notice Jason in the back alley of the TV station at all, and they were completely entangled by a group of crazy children in front of them.

These children, who should be cute, are crazy at the moment.

They are armed with sharp knives and attack the members of the Order.

"Don't shoot!"

"Subdue!"

"Subdue!"

Titmund with a grenade shouted loudly.

As a veteran C-level member of the organization, Aitdemont cherishes it and knows too well how these action team members behave.

Killing is the most direct choice for these operatives.

After not being able to kill, thinking about anything else is the way these operatives behave.

Ett Dermon had no intention of blaming such a choice, of a way of behaving.

Because, he knew, what was the reason for the choice that made these operatives.

Eerie, terrifying containment.

High casualty counts.

With every action, someone dies.

For every accident, there will be a large area of death.

Anyone who stays in such an environment and is not crazy is enough to prove his excellence and tenacity.

For example: he!

He's just a good guy.

Although the operation failed a lot, he survived by relying on his own caution.

Moreover, he became a member of the C-class.

Although it can't be compared to the B-class, it is much more relieved than the poor D-class.

At least, he won't be humanely destroyed.

At least, he's not a consumable.

At least, he doesn't have to evaluate it monthly.

At least, he won't be executed at the end of the month.

This makes him grateful and makes him active.

Bang!

Using the butt of his rifle to knock down a madman who rushed in front of him, Aitdemund hurried forward.

They've noticed this 'twisted animated clown', and they've put in place containment procedures: a city-wide power outage, and then, a shut-off of the signal tower.

It was meant to be done today.

However, the appearance of the 'Masked Man' shattered this plan.

Not only did their setup flaw, but the 'Masked Man' seemed to be more capable than rumored.

"We have to recollect the data!"

With that in mind, Ette Dermon rushed into the television station.

In the hall, people have begun to wake up one after another.

Ett Dermon didn't pay attention to the people who would naturally be counseled by a psychiatrist, his eyes fixed on the large screen.

This screen is long gone.

However, due vigilance, Aitdemont is not lacking.

And the most direct way -

Bang!

Ett Dermon shot him directly, shattering the big screen.

The gunshots caused the people around them to scream again.

It's normal, just frightened.

Att Damon didn't pay attention to these normal people, his gaze was on a thin, bespectacled, gloomy man.

He noticed that when everyone around him was screaming, although the other party also screamed, it was obviously a few beats slower, and at this time, he was still looking left and right.

Problematic!

Ett Dermon immediately beckoned, and in an instant, the three operatives surrounded Bob, who had just woken up.

"None of my business!"

"I was also coerced!"

"It's all the weirdo's fault!"

When a member of the squad pointed a gun at him, Bob burst into tears.

Kook?

Stress?

Aitdemon's eyes lit up.

He felt like he had caught a big fish.

"Escort down, interrogation!"

Aitdemund commanded.

Then, he set off again with the operatives towards the top floor.

Aitdemond was cautious along the way.

But nothing happened until the top floor.

Similarly, the top floor is quiet.

Except for the signal tower, there are obvious burn marks in the steel under it.

Aitdemund approached cautiously, feeling the burning sensation before he had even really touched the steel.

"Burned?"

"Was it an accident? Or ......"

"Fighting?"

Aitdermon muttered to himself, looking up at the signal tower in front of him.

"Thoroughly check!"

Aitdemund commanded.

As for what's next?

Then it's none of his business.

There will be more professional people to take over.

And he?

Nature is to get a short but wonderful vacation.

This is the benefit that C-level personnel have after going out to work, and it is also the benefit he is most willing to see.

Staying in that dark underground base every day, if he didn't come out to breathe, he would go crazy.

Better with another glass of gin and cashews!

Thinking like this, Aitdemund couldn't help but jump with joy in the bottom of his heart.

But, at this very moment-

"Call! C-Class, Aitdermon! ”

"Call! C & Personnel, Aitdemont! ”

"Evacuate the TV station immediately!"

"Evacuate the crowd!"

"The safe range is 5 kilometers away!"

"Repeat ......"

The words coming from the walkie-talkie on his shoulder made Ett Damun's face change, and although he didn't know what was happening, he immediately shouted to the members of the action team around him: "Evacuate the crowd, retreat!" Fall back! ”

The well-trained members of the squad methodically began the retreat.

The people around him had already experienced the panic just now, and naturally there would be no objection to such a retreat.

Soon, a martial law zone with a radius of 5 kilometers appeared.

In this martial law zone, there is no one left.

No!

One more, to be exact.

Jason!

At the moment, he was walking in an underground corridor.

In order to avoid the probes appearing on the street, he had to enter what appeared to be an abandoned underground corridor around the corner of the street.

However, to Jason's surprise, the walls of this seemingly abandoned corridor turned out to be very clean and white, and after walking about 20 meters, a 2-meter-high door with brass handles appeared.

Looking at the strange door, Jason frowned.

Subconsciously, Jason shook his nose.

And then......

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pushed towards the door in front of him.

Squeak!

The door opened.