Like its'sister' euphoria rose, Fear Eater Rose is equally deadly and beautiful.
It not only releases fear-inducing pollen mist, but its entire body is also enveloped in a radiation field, like a curse spreading despair.
Even with thick protective suits and filter masks, the workers forced to labor in the flower fields had their bodies and minds crushed after prolonged exposure to this mental erosion.
They were like wandering souls living in an eternal night, plagued by nightmares, convulsing nightly, and steeped in an unshakeable dread during the day.
This is why Chloe and her companions were so enraged when they heard the workers were being transferred to the New Reclamation Area for so-called 'labor reform,' because it was not just high-intensity, unpaid slavery, but also treating living human lives as consumables!
If Saint Martan were a car, then Fear Eater Rose would be its 'gasoline.'
And every drop of 'gasoline' was exchanged for the suffering of countless people, tormented both psychologically and physically; it was this suffocating despair that made countless people willing to follow Chloe and the Black Queen, even risking their lives to tear apart this tyranny.
But back to the main topic.
The danger of Fear Eater Rose is beyond doubt.
Thanks to Saint Martan's strict control and single cultivation model, it has not evolved into more bizarre subspecies like euphoria rose, but its inherent fear pollen and radiation field alone are synonymous with hell on earth.
Therefore, when Serie confidently gestured 'eat them all,' worry immediately welled up in Chloe's eyes.
She walked closer to the bed, her voice filled with uncertainty, "This... will it really not hurt you?"
Chloe knew that Goluthos, in ancient legends, possessed a mouth that could devour all things, making her impervious to blades and poisons.
But the current Goluthos was clearly far from recovering her peak strength.
She really couldn't rest assured.
Serie's heart actually flickered with a hint of hesitation.
She hadn't forgotten the terrible nausea she felt after Pigging Out on those few guards last time.
Now she had to face several acres of Fear Eater Rose; what if something went wrong after eating them?
However, Goluthos's new ability had long since removed this concern—
'Healthy Eating': Slightly increases the Gluttony Counts gained from Wasteful Devour. While others are still researching how to make healthy and nutritious delicacies, you don't need to; not only your taste buds but also your digestive system has undergone a complete evolution.
Using 'Wasteful Devour' not only grants Gluttony Counts but also perfectly extracts nutrients and energy from ingested substances, while completely isolating all harmful effects such as bacteria, viruses, and toxins.
Indigestible potent poisons or pollutants can be temporarily sealed within the body and can be intentionally expelled from the mouth.
A very good ability, 'Pig Out' evolves taste, and 'Healthy Eating' evolves the digestive system.
With it, Serie no longer had to worry about an upset stomach and even gained a small skill for counterattacking.
If Serie was ever bound by an enemy, she could even catch them off guard and spit in their face.
At the same time, this ability would probably make Goluthos look less malnourished.
One must know, Goluthos was an old thing over nine thousand years old, but her appearance, as if she had anorexia and could be blown away by a gust of wind, made her look not much older than Kuchiha; in fact, because of her naive personality, Kuchiha even seemed quite mature in front of her.
All of this was because Goluthos mostly ate foods that provided Gluttony Counts but rarely provided nutrition.
Serie waved her hand and then patted her slightly bulging chest, indicating that she was fine.
Chloe's doubts gradually dissipated.
She understood Goluthos and knew she wasn't the type to act rashly or show off.
Since she was so confident...
"Okay, I believe you." Chloe finally nodded, her tense expression relaxing.
She took out the mended black dress from the wicker basket in the corner of the room.
"Your clothes, I had Aunt Martha help mend them."
Delicate dark gold patterns shimmered in the light, and places that had been torn and damaged by time were now meticulously mended with threads of the same color, almost imperceptibly.
"Her craftsmanship is famously good in the Black Queen."
Aunt Martha?
Serie's mind immediately conjured the image of the muscular woman who was silent as a mountain in the meeting, even more powerfully built than Tarak, and her strikingly gentle smile when she offered grilled fish skewers.
Serie took the dress, which carried the fresh scent of sunshine and soapberry, and was about to change into it when she noticed Chloe still standing there, her gaze naturally falling on her, with no intention of looking away.
A hint of awkwardness quickly crept into Serie's heart.
Her movements paused, but then she thought—hadn't everything been seen when they soaked in the hot spring last night?
Besides... it's just changing clothes... it should... be fine, right?
With a 'what the heck' attitude of abandon, Serie steeled herself and dramatically threw off the thin blanket wrapped around her!
A expanse of fair skin suddenly entered Chloe's vision, making her instantly react like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Her beautiful eyes widened abruptly, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her entire body seemed to be under a paralysis spell, stiff for a full second, before she quickly, almost clumsily, turned away as if waking from a dream, pretending to be deeply interested in an ancient map on the wall.
Only the tips of her ears, red as if bleeding, completely betrayed her panic.
Serie stood frozen, clutching the dress, her face also burning, her mind frantically complaining—
No, sis!
I had already mentally prepared myself to change openly!
So, were you, old lady, so calm just now... because you didn't even realize you needed to look away?!
Then this sudden blanket-throwing action, doesn't it make her seem abrupt, and very... shameless, like a little girl!
Serie, fuming internally, grumbled as she pulled the dress over herself.
It's worth mentioning that the runic bandages on her leg were quite bizarre.
They wouldn't come off even when she bathed, adhering firmly to her fair thighs, seemingly some kind of residual sealing tool, but with the passage of years, they had lost much of their effectiveness, only instinctively clinging to her pale legs.
Could these bandages be some kind of leg fetish?
A ridiculous thought arose in Serie's mind.
Of course, it was just a joke; how could inanimate objects have fetishes?
Serie was too lazy to bother with the bandages anyway; after all... the skirt barely reached her knees, and she wasn't the flamboyant type like Billie, who wished to show off her good figure to the whole world, always walking around with bare legs; it always felt a bit uncomfortable.
Especially... when she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
This band of bandages, by a stroke of luck, could also help cover her up.
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