Chapter 153: The Food of the Pointed-Foot Tribe

The Tiptoe clan was indeed a conquered race. Due to the limitations of their innate racial talents, they failed to withstand the invasion. All of their heroes perished, their planet's stellar energy was plundered, and roughly three million survivors remained, reduced to cannon fodder used by the Kaya civilization to invade other realms.

As their population steadily dwindled, the method they devised was to find a planet, ascend to godhood upon it, subjugate the world, and declare their secession from the Kaya civilization.

Quite an inspiring tale.

Had their chosen target not been Blue Star, Qin Hao might even have applauded their indomitable spirit.

Using peaceful coexistence with humanity as a slogan, this race gathered hundreds of thousands of survivors, along with half of the surviving human heroes of that era, intending to slaughter them in a single sweep.

All of this was merely because Ling Yue wanted to obtain a divine-grade material from the Kaya civilization.

Only then was the ugly mask of the Tiptoe clan stripped away.

Now, Qin Hao would not grant them another opportunity.

Since they had come, they would all die here.

To annihilate these Tiptoe clansmen all at once, Qin Hao did not strike immediately. He knew that these Tiptoe clansmen had also built a statue of the Kaya civilization's God Heidrun, and for the greater part of the day, they would offer faint prayers.

At a fixed time, they would gather to pray together, infusing their mental power into that divine material.

What Qin Hao was waiting for was precisely this moment.

It would also save him the trouble of hunting them down one by one.

The humans had been praying continuously. After a few hours, as midnight approached, the Night-Demon civilization's hunt for heroes was about to begin.

By this time, the humans were growing exhausted by the monotonous act of praying.

Oceania had fallen, the intelligent civilization had descended, the Level 3 creatures slaying heroes were still roaming, and the tide of corpses was growing ever more massive, shrinking the living space of humanity. With no food and no place to rest, these people invariably grew lax once they found themselves in a safe environment.

Moreover, toward a foreign deity, they could not offer genuine prayers or project true mental power.

Noticing this situation, the Tiptoe clan brought something out.

"Everyone, we are now distributing some nutrient potions to the humans who have contributed the power of faith. We hope you will all make progress in the future."

The Tiptoe clansmen brought out large barrels filled with a thick, transparent liquid that exuded a unique and fragrant aroma.

"What is this?"

"Alien food? Can we eat it?"

The survivors asked in curiosity.

The Tiptoe clansmen smiled, though to human eyes, this was merely a curvature of the mouth; they could not tell whether it was a mocking grin or a benevolent smile.

The other party's mental power was transmitted at that moment.

"This is something specially made for human consumption. You there, human, the mental power you just contributed was the strongest. You eat first."

Upon hearing this, the man jumped up in excitement.

He was a Level 1 evolver.

He had not eaten in a long time. During the prayer just now, he had desperately hypnotized and suggested to himself, and he had never expected it to actually work.

"Thank you, thank you, Lord Ling Yue."

"You are truly a good child." Deeming this human sensible, the Tiptoe clansman took out a spoon, scooped up a portion of the liquid, and handed it to him.

The man had nothing suitable to hold the viscous liquid, so he could only cup his hands together, using his weak mental power to keep the food from spilling as he began to swallow it greedily.

The substance had little taste, but it left a warm feeling in his stomach, and a faint trace of stellar energy was even absorbed by his body. The man was instantly overjoyed.

"Praise Lord Ling Yue."

He projected his gratitude via mental power. Not only that, but he genuinely contributed a massive surge of mental power toward Ling Yue's statue.

"How does it taste? Do you feel any discomfort?"

"No discomfort at all, my stomach is warm, and there is stellar energy I can absorb."

"Gosh! You lucky bastard."

The others looked at him with envy. Influenced by his example, they too began to emit mental power, which drifted toward Ling Yue's statue.

Even Pang Qiuning, standing beside Qin Hao, was on the verge of doing the same.

"Our nation is one of the few without religious beliefs. My performance just now must have been terrible. I wonder if I'll get to eat any of that food. They said there is stellar energy in it."

Qin Hao sneered. "I advise you not to eat it."

"Why?"

Food was simply too precious right now.

Furthermore, it had only been two months since the apocalypse began. Oceania had not yet widely popularized the hunting of mutated beasts, nor the consumption of their blood. Because their strength had failed to keep pace while mutated beasts grew increasingly powerful, these survivors were no match for them, leaving them with no opportunity to consume beast meat ever again.

Thus, this sudden bounty of food felt like a divine gift.

Qin Hao sneered coldly, "Do you really think these alien races would be so kind to you? Those are merely the feces of the Tiptoe clan. It's just that their biological structure differs greatly from ours, so to our noses, their waste doesn't smell foul. Yet to the Tiptoe themselves, it stinks to high heaven. Didn't you notice how carefully the one distributing the food was holding the spoon? You probably didn't know he even used stellar energy to block his sense of smell."

Pang Qiuning was instantly overcome by a wave of nausea.

Those things were actually feces.

Looking at it now, that viscous liquid looked more and more wrong the longer she stared at it.

Pang Qiuning almost vomited.

Yet her stomach was completely empty, leaving her only able to retch while subconsciously refusing to believe it.

"But... how could there be stellar energy inside those things?"

"Because they are Level 3 evolvers. Even their excrement contains expelled stellar energy. It's just that this stellar energy is an impurity to them. Once humans absorb it, their meridians will clog, their mental power will be blocked, and their potential will be drained. That person will probably remain a Level 3 evolver at best for the rest of their life."

Hearing this, Pang Qiuning felt a chill run through her entire body.

These alien civilizations were truly terrifying.

Not only did they humiliate humans with such methods, but they also cut off their futures. The humans had thought they were absorbing stellar energy to gain the strength to survive in the future, but looking at it now, these aliens had long since devised a method to solve the problem once and for all.

Yet the more she realized this, the more despairing Pang Qiuning felt.

Even if she knew the truth, she had no way to resist!

Just as Pang Qiuning was thinking this, more Tiptoe clansmen entered the grand theater.

"What is this stench? So foul!"

"Are these the natives of this civilization? Truly dreadful."

"So disgusting."

These Tiptoe clansmen looked at the humans with disgust.

The leading Tiptoe clansman restrained them with his mental power, keeping them silent, but every single one of them exuded an aura of malice.

This caused a faint unease among the humans.

It seemed not all Tiptoe clansmen welcomed them.

Only Pang Qiuning knew the grim truth and completely believed Qin Hao's words.