Uncle Waste reached for a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled, "Fuu-- all I've got is cigarettes."

Atobe shook his head, "I don't have any."

Honghu replied, "I never buy those pointless consumables."

"Well... that's great..." Feng Bujue spread his hands. "I don't have any either."

"That's normal," Honghu continued. "Food and water aren't necessities; most players don't carry them." He thought for a few seconds and added, "But, since the system has provided these settings, it means there must be a solution."

"Makes sense," Uncle Waste agreed, nodding. "The fact that we don't have food and water is obvious data from the start, which the system must have calculated when generating the script. And if that's the case, then the system still giving us hunger and thirst means..."

"Means we're about to enter a wilderness survival mode?" Atobe finished the sentence.

"I've... been keeping an eye on that," Feng Bujue said, taking a twig from his pocket. "What did you think I was picking up these Branches of Taunt earlier for? It's so I can have some cooked food..." He shook his head and put the twig away. "Too bad... I haven't seen a single bird along the way." He sighed. "Ah... I should have collected some leeches in preparation. I wouldn't be in such an awkward position now. I don't know if they'd kill us if we ate them, but at least we could try..."

"Can you not mention such disgusting things?" Atobe retorted. "Even if eating them wouldn't kill us, I wouldn't consider trying leeches."

"Tch... so picky," Feng Bujue said. "You can tell you've never gone hungry."

"That's right! I've never gone hungry, so what?" Atobe snapped. "This young master was born under the red flag and grew up in the warm spring breeze! Three square meals a day and a bath before bed!"

"Hmph... shameless..." Feng Bujue snorted dismissively.

"What? You're the abnormal one, yet you're calling me shameless?" Atobe was shocked.

Feng Bujue's expression turned gloomy. "You, who grew up in a greenhouse, are too ignorant." He scanned the other man up and down. "Do you know... the protein in your body is four times that of beef..."

"The protein in insects is four times that of beef! You're cursing people indirectly!" Atobe shouted, then suddenly thought of something and his expression changed. "Hey! Wait... what are you planning?" He stared at Jue-Ge warily. "You want to eat people?"

"Well... that is one option," Feng Bujue replied.

Upon hearing these words, the four teammates all took a few steps back, watching Jue-Ge with tense expressions.

If anyone else had said this, it would undoubtedly be a joke. But when Feng Bujue said such things, it was hard to say... no one knew what the hell this guy was thinking.

"I have a type of medicine," Feng Bujue continued from before, "with an effect similar to senzu beans. Not only can it remove all abnormal statuses, but it can also regenerate limbs. As long as no vital areas are injured, and it's treated in time, it can..."

"Hold on!" Atobe interrupted with unusual speed. "Don't tell me... you want me to cut off pieces of meat from my thighs, arms, or something, to use as food... and then take a pill to recover?"

"Do you mind?" Feng Bujue asked calmly.

"Of course, I mind!" Atobe roared.

"That... Brother Feng..." Uncle Waste said to Jue-Ge, "Actually... we haven't reached that point of hunger yet."

Tianma Xingkong quickly chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, I can still hold on."

"You don't have to be polite," Feng Bujue ignored their persuasion and continued, "I'm in the same situation as you; I know exactly how hungry we are..." As he spoke, he casually pulled a kitchen knife out of his pack. "Restraint isn't good for the stomach."

"Don't go too far," Atobe stood up. "We're teammates right now; we can't attack each other!"

"I know..." Feng Bujue said. "I didn't say... I had to eat you..."

Everyone was stunned, and in the next second, they all wore a look of solemn respect...

"So... you're planning to cut off your own flesh?" Honghu asked tentatively.

"That's right," Feng Bujue replied. His calm demeanor made his teammates' shock levels rise even higher.

"That's not a good idea either..." Atobe said. "It's still human meat..."

"Have... you guys never had similar fantasies?" Feng Bujue swept his gaze over everyone with a very suggestive look, and a faint, wicked smile crept onto the corner of his lips. "This is a rare opportunity... don't you really want to try it?"

"That expectant look on your face has already betrayed you..." Honghu retorted. "Don't lump us in with you..."

"I'm not interested either," Tianma Xingkong added.

Uncle Waste also said, "We appreciate the thought."

"Ah... you're not going to use such a convenient plan?" Feng Bujue muttered with disappointment. "Just a bottle of survival value supplement and a pill for a full meal, such a perfect strategy..."

Despite his words, no one besides Jue-Ge seemed to regret this...

Just then, the system notification suddenly sounded: \[Main Quest Updated]

"Tch... it's finally here," Honghu said immediately. "In the end, they only gave us about ten minutes of rest."

"As expected," Feng Bujue replied casually. At the same time, he opened the game menu and turned his attention to the quest log. At this moment, the new main quest had already appeared: \[Within fifteen minutes, use the altar in the sacrificial hall to summon and defeat the Wandering God, Walker.]

"Heh... looks like we'll have to fight the Boss battle on an empty stomach," Feng Bujue said after reading the quest. He put away the kitchen knife, got up, and walked toward the altar.

The other four quickly followed and perked up their spirits. They all understood that the time for chatting was over...

"Hmm... although the quest says 'use the altar,' it doesn't mention how," Uncle Waste quickly realized the problem and said, "Looks like that's part of the puzzle, too?"

"Could the specific method be related to the patterns on the surrounding walls?" Atobe said, looking up at the surroundings.

"That would be terrible," Tianma Xingkong replied, "There are thousands of patterns, and I can't understand any of them."

"Don't worry... we can't understand them either," Honghu added.

"Those are the microcosms of other multiverse," Feng Bujue said without turning his head.

"You can understand that?" Atobe exclaimed.

"Not really," Feng Bujue replied. He was now sprawled on the altar like a toad, carefully observing every inch of the texture. "It's just... when I was chatting with the Soul of Imitation earlier, I mentioned a few things intentionally or unintentionally, and it briefly told me about it." He pointed back at the hall behind him. "As for those totem poles, they're carved with the low-level gods of this universe, including, but not limited to, the five we believe in."

"Oh?" Uncle Waste thought for a few seconds after hearing this and said, "So... could there be clues on Walker's totem for summoning him?"

"According to the Soul of Imitation, those totems only have symbolic meaning," Feng Bujue said, almost pressing his face against the altar. He even sniffed the stone slab exaggeratedly with his nose. "But you can still go over and check to see if there are any unexpected gains." He waved his hand. "I'll take care of the altar here; don't worry, I won't make any mistakes."

"Yeah... I believe that," Honghu said. "Looking at you, you're almost using your tongue to... uh... never mind."

"To inspect an object in a scene, and actually pull out such a perverted feeling..." Atobe sighed. "I really can't figure him out..."

Faced with Jue-Ge's all-around search method using all five senses, his four teammates naturally couldn't stand it anymore, and they wisely left the altar.

After discussing it briefly, the four separated and went to various parts of the sacrificial hall to conduct a more "normal" search.

Five minutes passed quickly, and just then, suddenly...