The alcohol tribe set up a large fire on which several lifeforms' carcasses were being spitroasted. They passed alcohol around and drank to their hearts' content as they sang and rejoiced.

Zhang Lie portioned away much of the meat, leaving behind only that which he needed—only his own kills would give him gene fragments, after all.

As he devoured a whole tableful of food, the will of the world chimed.

[For consuming the flesh of a regular-grade ghost wolf, you received one basic gene fragment. Current total: 95]

[For consuming the flesh of a mutated-grade white dragontiger, you received one mutated gene fragment. Current total: 77]

[For consuming ten-year-old alcohol, you received one mutated gene fragment. Current total:...