Even Daniel himself had not expected what came next.
In just a matter of minutes—barely a quarter of an hour—the humans had already consumed well over a hundred thousand of Fleshheart's hearts.
And not only that.
They had invented more than a hundred different ways of eating them.
It was almost absurd. But if there was one thing humanity had always been talented at, it was turning anything—no matter how strange, no matter how grotesque—into a form of food.
Of course, acquiring the hearts was not easy. Many of them were buried deep, or fiercely defended by swarms of tendrils.
But Daniel had planned ahead. Strategic deployment had been arranged before the battle began.
The fighting was bloody, yes. It was grueling. But the progress did not falter.
Moreover, Daniel had long ago used Psychic Perception to sense every hidden heart beneath the continent. He had marked their locations clearly.
