Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1269: Snoring in the Kitchen

As the broken wooden boards, bricks, glass shards from the chandelier, and even the dust scattered from the shattered building returned to their original positions, the foreign objects that didn't belong to this playhouse pocket dimension gradually sank into the floor. The previously waterlogged ground was now dry and rough to the touch.

Seeing her previously smashed food and daily supplies gradually swallowed by the pocket dimension, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but rub her forehead.

She had put away the Special Items and container back into her card inventory. The items that could still be used or eaten were picked from the debris and cleaned before being converted into cards. However, she didn't expect that after so many years, she would once again have to worry about food and water. If she didn't find a solution soon, she and Bohemia would run out of provisions in a month.

Bohemia, who could devour a watermelon and leave only the pigmentation, accepted reality faster than Lin Sanjiu.

"This is how everyone lives," Bohemia said, curling up on the dry sofa, completely unaware that Yuan Xiangxi was touching her hair with intermittent strokes. "You are lucky enough to have such a large stockpile of provisions and clothes... If it's gone, we'll just find more. What's the big deal? There are infinite apocalyptic worlds out there. Can't we sustain one more mouth to feed?"

Lin Sanjiu nodded, toying with two cards in her hand, and said, "Luckily, the Special Items aren't damaged."

"That's right! Don't you need that polishing agent? Although sir and I have never heard of it," Bohemia said. When she turned around, Yuan Xiangxi happened to raise his hand. She looked around with some doubt, then turned back to Lin Sanjiu and continued, "This thing doesn't sound like a rare item."

Looking at the [eBay] in her hand, Lin Sanjiu secretly hoped her words would come true.

Just because it's a Special Item doesn't mean it's unique; countless useful and convenient items are available for purchase in the Twelve Worlds. Lin Sanjiu was certain she wasn't the first person in history to have her ability show an advanced form. Even if she couldn't find the [Ability Polishing Agent], there must be alternatives, right?

She had already posted a purchase request on [eBay]. Now, she could only wait to see if anyone would respond. After all, Septimus had given her [Ability Polishing Agent] to someone, but Lin Sanjiu didn't know who. Trying to find the traces of the Twelve Personalities and retrieve the [Ability Polishing Agent] was like finding a needle in a haystack in the vast Doomsday world.

"But... Have none of you heard of this specific use for the item?" she asked, glancing at Puppeteer, wanting to remind him again, "What did you all do when your abilities entered an advanced state?"

As the head of the group, Puppeteer had undoubtedly become more patient and tolerant. Now, he even deigned to sit on the single-seater sofa and share the same air with the others. Even when he heard Sugar Cube's question, he just gave a wry smile, "If your ability requires an external object to manifest its effects, then it's a disability, not an advanced form."

There was no need to say it like that.

"Your evolution process is different from mine, and I can't provide more useful information," J7 said after listening for a while. "My ability evolves along the same logic, gradually increasing in effect, with variations falling within the standard deviation range. There's a distinction between high and low-level abilities, but there isn't a division into advanced and basic forms. However, your ability evolution responds to external environmental pressure and evolves randomly, making it impossible to compare the two."

Most people's evolution was probably similar to what J7 described. Yuan Xiangxi casually asked, "You can evolve too?"

After experimenting with the chocolate cake's card, she sighed and put it back into her card inventory.

"Does Magus have any solutions?" She was currently burdened by two things, making her feel like she was simultaneously carrying a gourd and a ladle. Thinking of this, she turned to Puppeteer and asked, "Ask her, once my Higher Consciousness is fully restored, can I use a method to explore my subconscious and retrieve what I've forgotten?"

Puppeteer's face flashed with a trace of irritability mixed with anger.

"Do you think she's here to train your Higher Consciousness?" His voice suddenly softened, and the light in the corner of his eyes sparkled with a bloody color. "As I said, if it's gone, it's gone. Is your forgotten memory in your brain?"

As his temper got out of control, everyone fell silent. The rain outside was lightly pattering, and the gloomy weather persisted. After a while, Yuan Xiangxi got up from the sofa and suggested to Lin Sanjiu, "You lost quite a lot of supplies. Why don't you replenish food and water supplies in this pocket dimension?"

...As expected of the hostess. Sugar Cube, who was resting in place, immediately nodded. "But I don't want to eat dry grass," she added.

"With this weather, there's no dry grass. I'll prepare carrots and apples for you," Yuan Xiangxi assured her.

As she thought to herself, 'After finally entering a relaxed pocket dimension, why can I only eat carrots and apples?' Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but feel excited and let out an impatient snort from her nose. She had already been tortured to the point of being hungry.

Yuan Xiangxi lived up to his role as the hostess and brought a large bowl of chopped carrots and apples and another bowl of milk from the kitchen. When Bobbymia tried to approach, Yuan Xiangxi stopped her, saying that "cats are often lactose intolerant." After stopping her twice, he sure enough received a scratch.

No one dared to ask Puppeteer what he wanted to eat, but that didn't stop Yuan Xiangxi. He put on an apron and tied his hair back, walking around the single-seater sofa with a serious look. Suddenly, he exclaimed "Ah!" and rushed to a cabinet, opening it. After pouring golden whiskey into a glass and adding some ice cubes, he offered it.

Puppeteer glanced at it and actually reached out to take it. It seemed that the relationship between this house's male and female hosts was quite good in 1973.

Yuan Xiangxi even led the non-biological robot J7 to the living room socket, gesturing toward it and saying, "Don't be polite. Eat however much you want."

"I can't eat this," J7 replied.

"Aren't you powered by electricity?"

"I am, but I don't have a plug," J7 explained, "I can also convert biological and solar energy into power, but there's not enough sunlight now. So, if you don't mind, can you prepare a plate of clean meat for me?"

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The other creatures in the living room stopped eating and drinking and looked up at J7.

Yuan Xiangxi, with a bewildered expression, finally understood after a few seconds.

About an hour later, the only non-biological robot sat before a large sizzling roast beef. It extended a mechanical arm and hesitantly picked up a knife. Its head spun around twice, and the mechanical core hummed. Perhaps sensing the other three's gazes, J7 was silent for a moment, then finally put down the knife and whispered to Yuan Xiangxi, "Why are they staring at me?"

Yuan Xiangxi pondered and realized "They must be staring at you because you're the only one can eat human food, while they can't. If the stares bother you, I'll take you to the kitchen."

After a few seconds of confusion, Bobbymia suddenly jumped up and said, "Wait, I can eat, too!" Then she quickly rushed out.

Only Lin Sanjiu and Puppeteer remained in the living room.