Infinite Cosmic Cafeteria Chapter 12: A Great Harvest

Translator: Stellar Novels Editor: Stellar Novels

Ma Lu’s knife skills weren’t impressive, but he made up for it with sheer persistence, stabbing repeatedly until he finally managed to kill the Two-Headed Jackal.

When he looked up again, only four of the Two-Headed Jackals attacking Bocchi were left, and two of them were already injured.

However, they still didn’t flee and continued to fight bravely.

Unfortunately, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too vast, and before long, those four Two-Headed Jackals met the same fate as their fallen companions, lying lifeless on the ground.

The entire battle lasted less than five minutes, but it was still quite a thrilling experience.

When everything settled down, Bocchi couldn’t believe her eyes.

“We... we took down an entire pack of jackals?”

“It was mostly you; I just helped a little,” Ma Lu said.

“No, if it weren’t for you using your Psychic Ability, we’d all be dead here today.”

At this point, Bocchi completely believed what Ma Lu had told him earlier, even though he had never heard of such a bizarre Psychic Ability until today.

But there was no doubt that the Roguelike-type Psychic Ability really existed; the battle just now was the best proof. Bocchi felt like he was divinely assisted and didn’t notice any side effects.

He grabbed Ma Lu’s hand excitedly and said, “With your ability, we... we can keep going deeper and hunt even rarer prey!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but first, let’s check that wound on your leg.” Ma Lu pointed out.

Only then did Bocchi remember that his calf had been scratched by one of the Two-Headed Jackals, and now it was bleeding.

Bocchi rolled up his pants leg to reveal his muscular, well-defined calf, taut like a drawn bowstring and full of strength.

However, beneath his knee were three alarming wounds. Bocchi hadn’t felt much pain during the heat of battle, but now that the adrenaline had subsided, the pain signals were starting to kick in.

He merely frowned, planning to get some medicine from the motorcycle, but Ma Lu stopped him. “Hold on a second.”

Ma Lu then searched among the remaining Two-Headed Jackals that were still barely alive, finishing off the third one when he finally got the option he was looking for.

【Intermediate Healing: Provide a specified teammate with a special healing effect】

You’re the one!

Ma Lu returned to Bocchi, stretched out his hand, and lightly placed it on Bocchi’s calf, muttering something under his breath.

When he removed his hand, the bleeding had stopped, and the wounds were visibly healing at an accelerated rate.

Once the scabs fell off, only three shallow scars remained.

Bocchi’s eyes widened once again, “How is this possible? How did you do that?!”

“The Roguelike-type Psychic Ability is ever-changing; nothing is surprising when it happens.”

Ma Lu stood up again and glanced at his wristband. “There are still two and a half hours left. Do you want to explore the area a bit more?”

“Sure, but we’ve already hunted a lot. The motorcycle’s nearly full.”

Bocchi stretched his limbs and felt no discomfort. Despite just having been through a fierce battle, he had no intention of returning to town to rest; in fact, he was craving even more fights.

Only by continuing could he truly feel just how strong he had become.

Ma Lu also didn’t want to waste the hard-earned blessings they had accumulated.

Especially since the pack of Two-Headed Jackals were all two-star ingredients, each contributing blue-tier blessings. This round of hunting was an epic level of enhancement.

“There’s no need to worry about that. I’ll just store my share first.”

As Ma Lu spoke, he pulled out his Collection Bag that he carried with him, and used his chef’s knife to cut the ingredients into pieces that could fit perfectly into plastic bags.

At first, Bocchi thought Ma Lu was joking because the plastic bag in his hand looked like it could barely hold two Black-Breasted Chickens. However, he watched in disbelief as Ma Lu tossed chunk after chunk of meat into the bag.

Ma Lu ended up fitting six Two-Headed Jackals into the bag, along with half of the other prey they had previously hunted. Altogether, these items weighed over 300 jin, yet the Collection Bag felt just right in his hand, neither too heavy nor too light.

(Translator's Note: One jin is equivalent to: 0.5 kilograms or 500 grams or 1.1 pounds)

Bocchi had seen so many bizarre things that day that he was becoming numb to them, and he didn’t even bother asking any more questions. Seeing that new space had opened up on the motorcycle, he called out to Ma Lu, “Hop on.”

Just like before, Ma Lu continued to find prey while Bocchi took them down, but hunting often depends on luck.

Even though Bocchi drove farther away from The Giant Screen, the two of them didn’t encounter any more high-star ingredients along the way.

However, Ma Lu’s Collection Bag did gain a fair amount of one-star meat. Bocchi was ready to go even further, but Ma Lu said, “Alright, let’s call it a day.”

“I’m feeling pretty good today. I think I still have enough energy to keep hunting for another two or three hours,” Bocchi said, still eager.

“But it’s about time. I have to leave now.”

“Leave?”

“That’s right. The next time I come will be in six days. We can hunt together then.”

Bocchi suddenly slammed on the brakes, and Ma Lu instinctively held onto him.

“You’re not coming back for six days?”

“That’s how it is. Plus, once I leave, the enhancements on you will disappear, so you’d better head back to town. Also, try to avoid hunting alone while I’m not around.”

“What?!” Bocchi’s mouth hung open in shock.

Seeing time was running short, Ma Lu spoke even faster. “Lastly, remember to come back here to pick me up when the time comes. If I’m not here, you can also try looking for me at the place where we first met.”

“Wait,” Bocchi frowned. “But this is the desert. Are you sure you want to separate from me here?”

But there was no answer behind him. Bocchi turned around, and the person on the back seat had vanished, as if he had never been there.

If it weren’t for the prey still hanging from the back of the motorcycle, Bocchi might have thought that everything that had happened was just his imagination.

...

When the countdown on his wrist hit zero, Ma Lu found himself back on the living room sofa, sitting cross-legged as before. However, the white egg that had been above his head was now in his hand.

His hunting outfit, along with the cool-looking goggles, was gone, replaced by the sportswear he had specifically dug out for this interdimensional journey.

Luckily, the four pieces of Equipment that Old Wang had given him, especially the plastic bag, were still there, stuffed to the brim.

“We did it!”

Ma Lu leapt up from the sofa, filled with joy, and almost dragged Old Wang out to set up a stall and exchange the gathered ingredients for cash on the spot. But after glancing at the wall clock, he calmed down a little.

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