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By default, food was scarce in the Deep Realm. This was also a common reality across the various floors of the Core. Monster meat, regardless of whether it was grilled or washed, remained toxic and inedible except for a select few species. This forced the residents to rely on natural fruits, tree bark, sap, or weeds for sustenance.
On the Plains of Despair, there was a spot known as the “Ark of Stone.” Imfelheim sat on a massive rock formation resembling a ship half-buried in the ground, narrowing his eyes as he surveyed the plains below.
What kind of situation is this? He wondered as he watched three residents hunt the Headless Knights.
“I’m hungry. Let’s take a snack break and rest for a bit,” one of them suggested.
“Great idea!”
They slipped into a thicket for cover, then each of them opened their backpacks and started pulling out items.
Though Imfelheim had spent a significant amount of time in the Deep Realm, it was his first time seeing the items in their hands.
“Was it ten minutes?” asked one of the residents.
“No, it was one minute, I think.”
“You’re both wrong! It’s three minutes,” said the third resident. “That’s the perfect time to make the noodles firm and springy. How could you forget something...
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