The Demon's Menu-Chapter 851: Perseverance: Hera 10

Jason walked back, the taste of cocoa still lingering in his mouth.

The words before his eyes brought him some delight.

[Devouring Aelons Spear (Sub-level—221)]

[High recovery of physical strength, energy, and injuries!]

[Satiety +9]

[Satiety: 344]

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Compared to the previous [Core of Deception] and [Rugged Core], the satiety gained from [Aelons Spear] wasn’t much, and to be honest, it was quite rare, not even one-tenth of that from the [Rugged Core].

But what caught Jason’s eye was the content in the brackets.

Sub-level-221!

Is it a number?

Or a level?

Jason guessed, unable to stop the corners of his mouth from turning up.

Whether it was a number or a level, it meant that Hera 10 was more valuable than he had imagined.

Indeed, patience is a virtue.

While Jason was grateful that he hadn’t impulsively killed her, he once again had a clearer understanding of the ‘Hundred Major Families’.

The current copy world did have a ‘Mystical Side’.

But it was different from those he had encountered in previous copy worlds.

This time, the ‘Mystical Side’ was no longer hidden among the ‘civilians’ but had truly integrated into the ‘official’ sense.

Somewhat astonishing.

But also natural.

When one side becomes powerful to a certain extent, everything starts to seem self-evident.

Not to mention, the ‘Hundred Major Families’ were supposedly founded on the ‘Mystical Side’.

Gods!

Descendants of gods!

And—

The Divine’s Body!

Considering this ‘food’, Jason couldn’t help but swallow.

However, at this moment, Jason had already developed considerable restraint.

Despite his hunger and cravings, his reason remained.

He calmly thought and recalled the performances of Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 just now.

"Simpson 2’s ability to control shadows can attack and restrain, and also grant himself effects similar to ‘invisibility.’ When it comes to assassination, it’s imperceptible.”

"Amiel 3’s power comes from his muscles, that kind of instant burst of strength, enough to strangle an adult male instantly.”

"Are these powers all from their bloodline?”

"Relying not on acquired training, but on innate bloodline as the main source, perhaps there will be supplementary training, but the essence is still the bloodline… Truly winning at the starting line?”

Jason couldn’t help but think of the ‘Heart-Taker’.

The man came from a fighter background, had gone through considerable rigorous training, and was quite talented among ordinary people.

But without the existence of the [Core of Deception], the ‘Heart-Taker’ would have stood no chance against Simpson 2 or Amiel 3.

It was a qualitative gap.

Just like a mortal challenging a god.

The difference was too great!

Even with the [Core of Deception], ‘Heart-Taker’ was still on a different level from Simpson 2 and Amiel 3.

Not just in talent.

But also in resources!

The backgrounds of Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 ensured that both had access to resources and education that ‘Heart-Taker’ did not.

This included the application of the Divine’s Body.

If ‘Heart-Taker’ was relying on instinct, even to say bluntly being used by the Divine’s Body,

Then Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 systematically learned how to utilize the Divine’s Body.

There really was no comparison between the two.

Of course, Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 were not without flaws.

At least, Simpson 2 thought too much.

If it had been ‘Heart-Taker’, he would have acted the instant he saw Losa 11, how could he stand in the shadows enacting an internal drama?

Amiel 3?

Perhaps because of the abundance of muscles, he didn’t think as much as Simpson 2, but the family education clearly turned a ‘qualified berserker’ into a ‘defective Lord warrior’.

However, aside from being inadvertently ‘played’ by Losa 11 and having left a deeper impression on him, the two performed commendably.

Not to mention their strength, just the daring to ‘venture deep alone’ wasn’t something ordinary people could do.

If they had been a little luckier, they might have succeeded by now.

And now?

They’re still quite alright.

At least they’re still alive, right?

And, Losa 11 certainly wouldn’t mistreat his own people.

Even if Losa 11 didn’t know when he acquired these people of his own.

In fact, when Jason returned to the Game Mansion, Losa 11 was still in a state of intoxication, lying on his couch with one hand and one leg draped over the backrest, the other hand curled in front of his neck, his legs kicked out of the couch’s domain, his head half-raised, his mouth slightly open, snoring loudly, occasionally interrupted by a loud smack of his lips.

Hera 10 was tied up nearby.

Galen was executing Jason’s commands quite well.

"Mr. Jason.”

Seeing Jason return, ‘Golden Lamb’ bowed in greeting.

When Jason nodded, ‘Golden Lamb’ turned and walked out.

‘Golden Lamb’ certainly hadn’t forgotten his duties.

After ‘Golden Lamb’ left, Jason looked towards Hera 10 with an indifferent gaze.

1 second.

2 seconds.

3 seconds.

Jason’s patience was quite good, but Hera 10 couldn’t help herself.

She had woken up the moment Jason entered the room.

But she didn’t dare open her eyes.

The foolishly large man had, the moment she opened her eyes, struck her right on the neck with a cudgel. That posture, that strength, it was like chopping wood, and if her bones hadn’t been tough enough,

Her neck would have been broken by now.

Therefore, she began to miss Jason.

At least Jason was gentle and skilled.

Of course, such nostalgia was only before the moment Jason walked in.

When Jason truly came in, all Hera 10 felt was annoyance.