The taste of the grilled rabbit wasn't all that great.
After removing the burnt parts and pulling apart the undercooked sections, there wasn't much left.
Lin An wasn't exactly so hungry that he would stuff anything into his mouth, but at this moment, he silently ate bit by bit.
The light of the campfire was reflected in his eyes as if flames flickered and swayed within them.
A nameless rage began to burn within him, slowly igniting.
Being accustomed to exploring and studying the unknown had sustained him until now. As the fatigue, weariness, and hunger common to mortals crept upon him, the reactions expected of a normal person finally manifested in Lin An.
He should have been angry long ago.
As a game creator, if not the god of the game world, he should at least have the mindset of a player, not the way it was now, with the game playing him instead.
What an irony this was.
