Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

Port Number One is a cargo port where containers are stacked as tall as skyscrapers, suffocatingly dense and neatly arranged.

Huo Wen’an, with a pencil case bag on his shoulder and a cane in his hand, stood at the dockside, staring at the containers overhead for a moment.

Zheng Qin had long lost his luggage in the barrier seas on the way to the Divine Martial Realm. Now, not a single coin could be found on him, and he was starving.

”Pilot.” Zheng Qin smacked his tasteless lips and asked, blushing, ”Where can we get some food? Can we find something to eat first? I’m really hungry.”

He touched his stomach, pulling a face, and complained, ”What they eat on that ship is really something else. It’s nutrient every day, which is the same taste. The cat strips I bought for the cat in our dorm even come in different flavors. Their nutrient is just one flavor, I’m really about to throw up.”

Clutching his famished stomach, a thought sparked, and his taste buds were stimulated. ”I really want spicy hot pot, preferably a nine-grid. Want to eat hot beef slices, chewably tender cooked yam skins, ah, and also want...”

He rattled off a long list of names.

Even Ying Ziyao, who was usually not fussy about food desires, felt tempted after eating the nutrient for more than ten days.

Listening to Zheng Qin name dishes, he seemingly caught a whiff of the spicy fragrance.

Ying Ziyao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, repressed the urge to eat hot pot, and interrupted Zheng Qin’s rosy dreams, unable to resist. ”You better shut up, almost no one in the Divine Martial Realm makes delicious dishes; nutrient is the staple.”

”What did you say?” Zheng Qin was dumbfounded.

He looked at Huo Wen’an in disbelief, ”Pilot, is it true? Do these idiots in the Divine Martial Realm really not eat good food? Do they live on nutrient their entire life?”

Ying Ziyao frowned and said, ”As far as I know, that’s the case.”

”Not entirely.” Huo Wen’an said, ”For the civilian class and the majority of Super Power Users, nutrient is indeed their daily food, but among those noble families, they still maintain the dietary habits of the Xia Country Era.”

”In the Divine Martial Realm, enjoying gourmet cooked with fresh ingredients is a lifestyle for the noble class.” It’s so expensive in the Divine Martial Realm that civilians can’t afford fresh ingredients.

Hence daily-priced, nutritionally balanced nutrient becomes the choice for the vast majority.

Huo Wen’an looked up at the dark sky, noticing it had gotten late, his expression slightly serious, ”Before it gets dark, find a place to stay, don’t wander outside.”

Zheng Qin asked instinctively, ”Why?”

Huo Wen’an smiled meaningfully, ”You’ll find out.”

Ying Ziyao thought of some rumors he’d heard, also frowned, and instinctively moved closer to Huo Wen’an.

He didn’t know why Huo Wen’an was so familiar with the situation in the Divine Martial Realm, but he knew Huo Wen’an was the most reliable among the three of them.

Zheng Qin also closely followed Huo Wen’an.

Zheng Qin was only 1.75 meters tall. With Huo Wen’an striding ahead, he had to speed up to keep up. ”Pilot, what did you give the captain earlier? Was it some legendary ancient text?”

Beyond that, Zheng Qin could think of no other answer.

Huo Wen’an’s pace suspiciously paused.

With a slight smile, he said, ”That, ah, is something that can shake the entire Divine Hidden Continent.” As long as the captain flaunts the content on that piece of paper, once the director of the Divine Hidden Emperor Exhibition Hall discovers it and confirms it is the true trace of Divine Hidden Crane, naturally they would come to them.

The sun was about to set; the west horizon showed signs of fiery clouds, and containers lying beneath appeared as dark, cold steel monsters.

The shadows of Huo Wen’an and the three were elongated by the sunset, cast on the container’s iron exterior, instantly bringing the steel monster to life.

Zheng Qin trotted behind Huo Wen’an like his little tail.

”Pilot, where are we heading now?”

”To the Royal City.”

”What are we going to do in the Royal City?”

”To be Emperor.”

”...”

Zheng Qin chuckled, full of admiration, ”Our pilot has ambition!”

Ying Ziyao didn’t speak, but he turned red with embarrassment at Huo Wen’an’s shameless words.

To be Emperor.

Look how capable you are!

Do you think this is still the Mortal World, and you are the pilot of Divine Concealment Island?

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After work, Xu Xingguang wobbled back to Wuyuan Town on his flying scooter just as students were leaving school, gathering in groups to chatter about the latest gossip news.