Golden Eyes

Chapter 78

Cheng Anlang: ? ? ?

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Cheng Dahua's mukbang today has attracted a lot of attention. Before evening, articles on various social media platforms have flooded in like a waterfall, and various forums are also discussing it.

"A new livestreamer became an internet sensation on her first day, not because of her looks, but because of this!"

The only mutated beast mukbang video – the reason behind it all is...!

"Mutant Beasts Becoming Mutant Streamers: Is It Moral Decline or a Distortion of Humanity?"

"The King of Mouths, the Maw of the Abyss!"

"Am I seeing things? Is this really a mutated beast eating livestream?"

"I can't believe I'm actually seeing a mutated beast doing a mukbang in my lifetime?"

"Previously, mukbang videos featuring mutated beasts were criticized by those who 'virtually raise' mutated beasts, accusing them of abusing them. Now, look what's happened—a video of a creature without a digestive system?"

"So, does anyone have the idea that the whole roasted pig, beef, and lamb it eats come from?"

Cheng Anlang's live stream has been ringing non-stop all day, mostly with requests for collaborations and advertising, and some people wanting to be interviewed.

Cheng Anlang: It's only the first day and it's already exploded like this??

However, he had no intention of giving interviews. As for advertisements, none of the ones that approached him were particularly well-known, and Cheng Anlang was afraid of damaging the reputation of his live stream, so he didn't want to agree.

This amount of money is enough for now; I'll continue earning more tomorrow.

Cheng Anlang opened the anonymous marketplace to find that seller, but to his surprise, the seller contacted him as soon as he logged on.

Seller: I watched your live stream.

Cheng Anlang didn't respond to him: ...The food you grilled was really delicious.

Seller: Of course, although I've only learned a little bit, it's enough to beat 80% of chefs.

Cheng Anlang: What else do you have to eat?

Seller: What do you want?

Cheng Anlang: Either way is fine.

Seller: Grilled skewers?

Cheng Anlang: ...No, I'm afraid it won't taste good with the skewer on, and it's soulless without the skewer.

Seller: Steamed crab?

Cheng Anlang: No, it won't take apart. The live stream won't be as good if it's not taken apart...

Seller: Give me a range...

Cheng Anlang: Is there any kind of mixed stew that looks good and tastes good...?

Seller: Grilled scallops? I can separate the scallop meat, put the shredded crab and shrimp on the scallop shells, arrange a ring of crispy fish slices and sea cucumber around it, add some vegetables as garnish, and finally drizzle it with the sauce I stole from home.

Although Cheng Anlang couldn't imagine it, the explanation seemed reasonable. After thinking about it, he paid a huge sum of star coins, ordered a soup to cool him down, and asked the seller to add extra vegetables so he wouldn't get tired of eating meat again.

Cheng Anlang lay in bed reviewing the mecha control panel knowledge he had learned a few days ago, then pulled the covers up and went to sleep amidst Cheng Dahua's whimpering.

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After finishing his class, Cheng Anlang carried Cheng Dahua to the arena.

The competition proceeded in a still-exciting atmosphere.

Cheng Anlang

They got a two-episode chipmunk, and the scene was still the rocky beach.

A flying camera hovers above the Colosseum.

"Here it comes! This is the mutated beast mukbang streamer!"

"Holy crap, he's got both literary and martial talents! He can eat a lot and he can fight!"

"Go, man-eating flower!"

"It has a name, it's called Cheng Dahua!"

"Damn, why does this name sound so... so... so rustic!"

Cheng Anlang found a flat spot and put Cheng Dahua down.

Cheng Anlang: "Watch carefully this time, and make sure you don't get the flowerpot stuck again."

"Aww!"

The little chipmunk opposite didn't let its owner carry it up; instead, it climbed up the side wall of the battle platform, where a protective shield was erected.

The rocky beach was uneven, and the protruding rocks blocked part of the view, so Cheng Anlang couldn't see the little chipmunk at all...

Cheng Dahua also craned her neck to look left and right.

A minute passed quickly. A gentle breeze blew across the battle platform, but there was no sound, only the scorching heat of flames burning against the rocks.

Cheng Anlang and Cheng Dahua: Where is our opponent...?