Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 115: Monkey Head

Servants would deliver three medicinal meals a day, and the Clan would issue him nourishing pills, silver coins, and contribution points every month.

However, those medicinal meals were crafted by specialized chefs, and ordinary inns rarely served such dishes. Let alone in the wilderness.

Clad in underpants and carrying his blade, Aizen headed into the forest. The monkey, knowing better than to provoke him, didn’t dare follow and remained perched on the cliff wall.

Aizen felt a tinge of disappointment. If the monkey had been bolder and come down, he would have seized the opportunity to capture it.

He’d never tasted monkey brains before. Did they taste like tofu?

There was a miscellaneous book in the sect that detailed all sorts of rare delicacies, mentioning the deliciousness of monkey brains. It noted that the brains of intelligent monkeys were especially nutritious. Eating them raw with medicinal herbs could calm the mind and enhance vision.

Such grotesque preferences would certainly provoke outrage among the righteous if they heard about it, with cries of "kill the demon!" resounding.

But humans have mouths, don’t they? Isn’t it just for eating? If something is both beneficial and delicious, eating it is no big deal—what’s the harm in that? 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Aizen was completely unbothered. Of course, if what was placed before him were a human brain, he wouldn’t be able to stomach it. He wasn’t desensitized to that extent.

That would be beyond what could be described as a "demon." It would be perverse—an evil monster.

Traveling swiftly through the mountains, Aizen wandered for half an hour but failed to catch any wild game.

Although there were plenty of animals in the mountains, they were all incredibly cunning. Their fur stood on end, and at the slightest sound, they would dart far away.

Hunting wasn’t an easy task. No matter how much Aizen suppressed his aura, the unfamiliar scent he carried, foreign to the forest, was quickly detected by the animals.

Moreover, he carried a blade and came with a killing intent. Even if that intent was suppressed, it couldn’t escape the highly sensitive sixth sense of the animals.

His stomach growled with hunger.

He did manage to kill two venomous snakes that tried to attack him, but he didn’t dare eat their meat.

Climbing a tree, he found a bird’s nest. The mother bird screeched in terror, its cries shrill and desperate, like a maiden resisting assault, flapping its wings and attempting to attack Aizen.

A flash of his blade sent feathers flying, and the bird fell lifelessly to the ground with a "thud."

Aizen spent an hour and finally walked out of the forest with a gray-furred rabbit, two birds, and several bird eggs. He swallowed the bird eggs raw.

It wasn’t his first time swallowing egg whites raw, so gulping down bird eggs wasn’t particularly thrilling.

The nutrition absorbed from raw consumption is undoubtedly higher than eating cooked food, as it avoids the impurities introduced by smoke and oil—making it a pure, natural supplement.

He swallowed five or six eggs, but one egg he cracked open contained a chick almost ready to hatch. Having been prematurely broken out of its shell, the chick was naturally dead.

Aizen didn’t swallow this one. Although it had higher nutritional value, it was far too fishy and revolting—hardly appetizing.

Eating such a chick might be beneficial, but it overstimulated the senses and could make him nauseous, so he simply tossed it away.

He seemed like a savage surviving in a primitive society, yet not entirely so. He didn’t eat indiscriminately, nor was it necessary.

Take the game in his hands, for instance. Although roasting it would lose some nutrients and introduce smoke and oil, why suffer the misery of eating raw, bloody meat when he could enjoy his food cooked?

On the way back, he casually picked up some dry firewood and flammable grasses. Returning to the valley, the monkey that had taken his clothes was nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it had returned to its troop in the mountains?

But which mountain was it?

As Aizen’s gaze swept over the thatched hut, he froze.

The wooden door of the hut was half-open.

If he remembered correctly, this morning, the hut’s door had only been slightly ajar. Now it was half-open.

Could it have been blown open by the wind?

The chilly autumn wind swept through the valley, accompanied by the eternal roar of the waterfall.

Aizen quietly approached the thatched hut.

He vaguely guessed the truth of the situation. As he got closer, faint noises came from within the hut.

The sound wasn’t loud—it resembled the muffled collision of stones against wood. After a few repetitions, it stopped.

A cold smile slowly curled on Aizen’s lips.

His figure flickered as he slipped through a damaged gap in the bamboo fence into the courtyard of the hut.

Despite his movements being as quiet as possible, and his footsteps nearly inaudible, it seemed he still startled the creature inside the hut.

"Squeak, squeak."

A furry head peeked out from the doorway. Upon seeing Aizen, it appeared frightened, baring its teeth and making a threatening noise before retreating into the hut.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was suddenly slammed shut.

This monkey certainly displayed some intelligence, but compared to an adult human, its intellect was far inferior—more like that of a four- or five-year-old child.

Did it think shutting the door could stop Aizen from entering? All it did was trap itself inside, waiting for Aizen to come in and capture it.

Hearing the chaotic movements inside the hut, Aizen snorted coldly and directly pushed the door open.

As he entered, a shadow darted past him, attempting to escape through the doorway.

Aizen lunged forward, his foot sliding across the ground like an arrow, his body taut like a drawn bow. His five fingers curved into a claw and viciously grabbed out.

The monkey, startled, jumped up and retaliated with flailing claws.

With a flick of his two fingers, Aizen struck the joints of the monkey’s claw, forcing the beast to shriek in pain and withdraw its hand as it tried to escape. Aizen delivered a fierce kick.

"Bang!"