"How so?"

Musashino clearly felt that a lot of information appeared in his mind, and it was completely how to use the baking skills of a "bio chef".

"Little Stomach King's devouring skill, why did it come to me?"

He picked up the slime.

Abba Abba Abba ......

The little stomach king was still chewing on the remaining screws, looking cute.

Could it be that it only woke up after it was injected with my energy just now?

This sharing of energy allows for some kind of contract between the two?

Caused the Wasteland to be shared?

"Can you still eat?" Musashino asked.

If only the little stomach king could continue to eat......

Doesn't that mean that I can get more skills, and if the Little Stomach King's devouring ability is unlimited, so is the number of my supernatural abilities.

Hiccup –

It responds to Musashino with a loud burp.

Snore~

Immediately afterwards, the little stomach king closed his eyes and fell directly into a deep sleep.

"Sleep ...... when you're done eating"

Obviously, its energy has become saturated.

Musashino put it back in the corner of the bookshelf.

"It seems that the little stomach king's eating ability is not strong, at least now he can only reproduce one skill, and it is still in its peak state......"

Seems to be able to swallow five kinds?

If you can share 5 extraordinary abilities, it is indeed of great practical value.

Musashino took out a freeze-dried rice vole from the small refrigerator in his bedroom.

"Bake it."

The energy released from the palm of his hand formed a complex and special high-frequency band.

The surface of the rice vole soon turns brown, the flesh is soft and swollen, and the residual tissue fluid inside turns into cream and is baked into fragrant bread.

He leaned up to his nose and sniffed:

"Does it taste okay?"

However, after using this replica skill, Musashino clearly felt that the traces of this baking skill had faded a lot in his mind.

If you use it a few more times, I'm afraid you won't be able to use it again.

"Sure enough, there are restrictions on use."

If the strength of the Little Stomach King becomes stronger, the skill should last longer.

Seemingly......

The strength level of this sticky ball is very important.

Musashino aimed at it.

"Huh?"

In his sleep, the little stomach king realized that he seemed to be locked in his eyes, and quickly opened his sleepy eyes.

At first glance, I saw Musashino's ill-intentioned eyes.

"Abba Abba Abba ......"

It quickly slid backwards.

Musashino smiled kindly and pinched his knuckles:

"Rest assured.

"It's good for you to get back to strength as soon as possible.

"What's more, you used to be able to impact the king-level wasteland, so you won't always be in this state of sticky, right?"

Well?

The little stomach king looked at him ignorantly.

I don't understand it very well, though.

But this one certainly doesn't look like he's saying something nice!

Musashino then stood up, took out some broken copper and iron from the storage cabinet, and then melted and bent it with energy, and soon formed a running wheel.

- The kind that's specifically for hamsters.

As long as you put the hamster on it, it will keep running.

"Come on."

Musashino took the little stomach king inside, then injected energy, and swished to make the running wheel spin.

“wuwuwu~~~”

It panicked.

But no matter how much it runs, it can't escape the energy blockade around it.

The little stomach king had to run with tears in his eyes.

As it moves, the energy in the running wheel accelerates its penetration and absorption, adjusting its state to the best.

Hey?

The tears in its eyes vanished.

Although it was a bit tiring, the overall feeling was very comfortable.

There is a kind of warm texture.

"Huh?"

The little stomach king gradually adapted to this rhythm of movement, and took the initiative to run wildly on the running wheel, but after about half an hour, he was a little tired.

I want to take a break!

However, when it turned its head, it found that Musashino had left the room.

Nope-

It's not uncomfortable, but it's still a rest.

But Musashino is not there, and the energy blockade is not lifted, and this running wheel cannot be stopped.

Because of the instant influx of energy, the little stomach king's intelligence recovered for a while.

Energy in the running wheel......

Rough calculation......

At the current rate of consumption, it may not be a problem to turn around for another hundred years.

The corners of its mouth slowly pulled down:

"wuwuwu~~~ bad!"

……

Hattori Makiya.

At this time, a family of three was having dinner.

"That's right."

Sergeant Hattori put down his chopsticks:

"There's one thing I have to warn you about.

"Since the day before yesterday, there has been a surge in wasteland invasions received by the Metropolitan Police Department, so you should try to leave your home as little as possible during this time.

"I'll have to go back to the hall to work overtime later."

Maki's eyes widened:

"And that kind of thing?"

That......

It's just the time for this reserve police officer to act!

But Dad's next words surprised her:

"The number of incursions increased tenfold overnight compared to the day before the surge, and the number continued to explode yesterday.

"Something seems to have happened in the wasteland......

"As a result, these guys suddenly became agitated, and they were menacing."

Fortunately, the level of incursion is relatively low for the time being.

A lot of the Metropolitan Police Department's power can be solved.

The rest were also notified to the transcendent realm in time.

"10 times!"

The mother and daughter looked at each other, revealing a strong shock.

And it's skyrocketing?

"Dad, is something wrong?

"And some time ago, a lot of pillar-level transcendents who don't usually appear in public went to Kiyose Town, and it is said that they destroyed a wasteland with a high status?"

Sergeant Hattori nodded:

"That's right.

"The current situation does have reason to suspect that it is a counterattack from the wasteland."

There was unconcealed concern in his eyes.

It's okay now......

But after all, the number is increasing day by day, and no one knows how far the wasteland wants to go.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of crisis that the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings.

"Alright, I'm leaving."

Sergeant Hattori put on his hat and left home in a hurry.

Maki finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks and returned to his bedroom:

"This kind of thing happened.

"Now the surge of invasions has only just begun, so no one notices that if it continues, the survival zone will soon be panicked."

At this time......

Of course we are needed! Dry Daddy!

She turned on her computer.

The last week is approaching the final assessment, including written exams and physical training, so she is very busy with her studies, and she hasn't been online to the Tokyo Survival Forum much recently.

Just shock login.

Didi ......

Various windows popped up one after another, densely filling the screen.

"This, what's going on......"

These are all help-seeking emails from users in survival forums:

[Sister Sniper, the toilet in my house has been making an abnormal noise recently, and a strange green light has come out, as if there is a wasteland invasion......]

[Help, help, sister, there seems to be wasteland near my house]

She checked the dates, and the emails were all sent in the last two days.

Maki slowly frowned:

"Sure enough, as my dad said, there has been a massive increase in invasions!"

She sorted through the emails one by one, and then sent a private message asking about the person's current situation.

"If it hasn't been resolved.

"I'll do what I can to help!"

Suddenly, Maki remembered Musashino.

Speaking of which, it seems like it's been a long time since I've destroyed the wasteland with Musashi-san.

But......

He's so strong, he doesn't have time to care about such a small thing, right?