My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System-Chapter 22: Gluttony Of Seven Deadly Sins

Walker had a light sleep, and when he woke up, his whole body ached, his joints felt weak, and he felt like his body was not his own. He couldn't get out of bed in the evening and only had the strength to get up and take a shower when it was completely dark.

Walker knew that this was a side effect, and he was able to get up because of the power given by the system.

If an ordinary person had overdrawn like he did yesterday, he would probably have gone to hell. It turns out that using excessive strength has its price.

The godfather system had fallen asleep, so Walker quietly closed his eyes and felt it while taking a bath. The feedback he got was a bit unexpected.

Now he could only exert 1% of the power of thousands of resentful souls. As for the ancient great monsters, forget it. Normally speaking, if an ordinary person uses this power, his body will collapse and his soul will be shattered.

However, after killing the security guard, one of the attribute points that he should have obtained was modified by his godfather, and this price was directly exchanged for the gluttony among the seven deadly sins.

As long as he eats enough, he can make up for this loss. Otherwise, according to the rules of the original system, after using his abilities for one night, he would never be able to reincarnate.

"Dad..." Walker was really touched. He didn't expect the result to be like this, and the godfather system didn't mention a word.

The reason why the godfather system sleeps during the day is to completely erase the rules of the previous system, including those attribute points. If it weren't for the godfather's forced intervention, he would have died countless times.

With only 1% of his ability, he feels omnipotent. Walker is full of expectations, thinking about how strong he will become if he continues to unlock his abilities. That will definitely be what his godfather meant by doing whatever he wants.

The godfather system sounded easy, but even if it was made up of thousands of resentful souls, it was now overwhelmed.

However, he was unwilling to speak out his difficulties, which instead made Walker feel the warmth of a father's love that was as strong as a mountain but moistened everything silently.

The godfather system is very weak. He tries his best to maintain 1% of the power for himself. This is his limit.

Walker was also alert for a moment. This old father was too concerned about his reputation. He should not be careless or confused now. He should give him some help according to what he said.

Thinking of this, Walker, who was originally a little confused, became determined. He put on the clothes they sent and opened the door.

A set of clothes worth hundreds of dollars should have been enjoyed lavishly or lamented for being useless, but Walker didn't have such thoughts. He looked at them coldly as soon as he opened the door and said, "Let's eat first. I'm hungry."

Gansler hurriedly led the way: "Yes, Master, please come this way. Our Hait Hotel's catering is also well-known in Hail City."

As he walked, his godfather's exhausted voice rang in his mind: "Child, I have to sleep. I have gone through a lot of trouble to arrange everything for you. You can make up for the overdrawn divine power by eating and drinking..."

"Among the tens of thousands of resentful souls, there are also those who love to eat and drink. It can satisfy their greed and greatly reduce the resistance of some resentful souls."

If not for this, Walker, who had no physical foundation at all, would have died of exhaustion after doing what he did yesterday.

As the highest-end hotel in Hail City, the restaurant of Hait Hotel is also well-known. The unfriendly prices are prohibitive, and it is a forbidden place for poor people like Walker.

At the seafood area at the front desk of the restaurant, seeing Gansler leading the way, the manager immediately came up to greet him with special enthusiasm.

Walker was feeling a little dizzy now. Even though he was poor before, he had at least enough to eat. But now he was so hungry that he felt dizzy and had to rely on his divine strength to support himself.

"Boss, today's..."

Before he finished his introduction, Walker said impatiently, "Find a place to sit first. I want to look at the menu directly."

"Yes, yes, please come this way!" Seeing that Walker was a little irritable and not knowing what was causing his strange temper, Gansler hurriedly led the way.

The manager followed along and introduced himself attentively. Walker growled unhappily, "I don't have time to listen now. Serve all your staple foods quickly. If you are slow, I will devour you."

Hait Hotel is famous in Hail City for its luxury. Seafood is the main dish here. As long as you have enough money, you can eat anything. Why would you come here to eat staple food?

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"Did you hear me? Hurry up and prepare. All orders will be postponed. Let the kitchen prepare all the staple dishes as soon as possible!" Gansler quickly pushed the manager, also very annoyed.

The manager was stunned for a moment and didn't dare to ask more questions, so he quickly ran to the kitchen.

In the antique private room, Walker sat down with a gloomy face. The feeling of excessive hunger was particularly uncomfortable, and the nausea and dizziness was simply a torture.

As soon as the door of the private room opened, the manager came in with a team of waiters pushing a food cart. Some of the staple dishes were ready and were served very quickly.

He felt extremely strange. The seats of Yakov and Gansler were relatively humble, which made the young man's seat seem like a main seat. The meaning of currying favor was too obvious.

You have to know that Gansler of the Hait Family in Hail City is a man who can call the wind and rain. Even if the mayor comes, he will be very polite but not so humble. The young man in front of him seems to be of great background.

So the manager straightened his tie, asked the first waiter to bring the dishes, and introduced them ceremoniously: "Dear guest, the first dish served to you is our most ordered signature dish, Steamed dumplings!"

"They are all made with fresh meat by the chef using an exclusive secret recipe. They are a must-order signature dish when you dine here."

Before he could finish his words, Walker interrupted him, "Hurry up and serve the food, and stop talking nonsense."

"Yes, yes!" The manager originally wanted to show off, but was a little embarrassed by this. However, Gansler had no objection, so he didn't dare to say anything and quickly ordered the waiter to serve the dishes.

The table was filled with staple dishes. This was something strange that had never happened since the Hait Hotel opened.

Walker was extremely impatient. He didn't care what kind of Momo they were. They were just things to eat. The most important thing was to be full.

He grabbed the Momo from the plate and devoured them in three or two bites. He was not satisfied at all, so he immediately grabbed something next to it and started eating again.

Walker was working hard at this moment, eating up the food like a starving ghost. The only distraction was cursing the merchant for being too shady. Each plate was so big that it was not even enough to fill his stomach.

He finished more than 20 main dishes in less than five minutes. He couldn't tell what they tasted like. He just remembered that the portion of noodles was pretty good, at least half of the ramen sold at street stalls outside.

"One more trip!"

After eating three servings of staple food, the feeling of hunger was slightly relieved. Walker felt that the food in his stomach seemed to be digested in an instant and turned into a warm current of power that made his body begin to feel comfortable.

Not feeling hungry, nor full, Walker took out a cigarette. Yakov took out a lighter and lit it. He asked with a smile, "Sir, is the food here okay?"

"It's ok, it would be a waste if you gave it to me."

Walker smoked a cigarette, and what he said was indeed the truth. He ate like a starving ghost just now. Not to mention the delicacies from land and sea, he couldn't even tell the difference between hot and cold even if he ate shit.

Gansler quickly apologized with a smile: "Sir, you are joking. It is a blessing for our Hait Family that you can come to Hait."

It took him half a cigarette to digest what he had just eaten. Walker looked at the empty plates on the table and felt a little puzzled.

The portions were small, but there were more than 60 servings of food. Even this was not enough to fill him up. Was his stomach a bottomless pit?

Walker ignored him, picked up the menu and said, "Tell someone to clear the table. I still need to order some food."

"Yes, yes!"

Gansler and Yakov were shocked when they heard this. No matter how small the portion was, it was still 60 servings of food. How could they not be full? ? ?

The two of them looked at each other and felt a little scalp tingling. It seemed that what Sorceror Colton said was not alarmist. The person in front of them was not a harmless young man at all, but an old monster who had taken over someone else's body.

Looking at the menu, Walker suddenly felt a craving for something, including some wine, and he knew in his heart that this must be the food greed of thousands of wronged souls.

"Chicken Wings with hot pepper, Pork with sauce, sizzling pork ribs, and this golden broth lamb..."

Following his instinct, he ordered a total of twenty dishes.

It would be great if the meat could be digested miraculously, otherwise it would be a tragedy if he couldn't poop the next day.

This was so unbelievable that Gansler ordered people to close the door and guard it personally. He and Yakov sat aside and watched with cold sweats.

Delicious meat dishes were served on the table. Walker devoured them like a whirlwind, eating for nearly an hour without any breaks. He ate more than 20 meat dishes, not counting the staple food.

Monster... This is definitely not a human...

After eating comfortably, his whole body was not sore at all, and he felt full of strength and regained the feeling of being omnipotent. Walker wiped his mouth with satisfaction and smoked a cigarette after the meal, saying, "Not bad, eating 70% full is enough. Eating too much makes me uncomfortable."

Only 70% full? ? Gansler was sweating profusely as he looked at the more than ten bottles of liquor. He drank so much liquor but his face didn't turn red at all.

Not to mention the issue of drinking capacity, where did all the wine and food go? This amount is more than enough for 20 people.

Seeing that Walker seemed to be in a good mood after eating, Gansler stepped forward immediately, stood respectfully in front of Walker, bent down and lowered his head, held out something with both hands and said, "It is my blessing to have a relationship with you, sir. Please don't despise this small gift."

After all, he is a hero of his generation. Although he is flexible, he feels uncomfortable psychologically to please a teenager.

Now witnessing Walker eating like a glutton, Gansler is certain that the other party is a terrifying old monster, and his psychological burden is gone in an instant.

He presented a piece of strange and exquisite paper with both hands. Walker frowned when he took it and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Gansler quickly explained: "Senior, this is a check. I prepared a small amount of money as a gift to you."

"Cheque??"

This thing is not at all user-friendly. Not to mention Walker, many ordinary people have never known what a check looks like in their entire lives. In their impression, this is something only rich people in movies use.

And they always say something like "deposit it in a Swiss bank". Come to think of it, there is nothing wrong with it.

You take a large sum of money and tell me to deposit it into my passbook at the rural savings bank. It doesn't sound domineering at all and your dignity is instantly lost.

Walker looked at it curiously, and then he saw that it was marked with a bank note. As for the amount, it was 1 million. For the previous Walker, this was an astronomical figure that he would never be able to earn in his entire life.