[Friendly Reminder: Best Enjoyed Before or After Meals]
Eject Grass was a plant similar to croton, but its effects were far more potent. Wotru had once tested it on a Blackwater Python.
Once the python consumed Eject Grass, it essentially turned into a living spray weapon. The grass caused a massive buildup of intestinal gas, making the python's belly swell slightly. The spray range was astonishing—up to ten meters.
The python could even use the spray's recoil to briefly propel itself into the air. However, what it sprayed was none other than "Origi-Splat."
If not for the risk of a group of pythons spraying each other to death, this biological weapon would have been quite effective. Disgusting, but effective.
At this moment, Yamamoto Nanjirou was still reeling from the shock of encountering a Black Dragon.
This was a legendary creature, a genuine Black Dragon. And it looked so majestic and imposing.
Yamamoto Nanjirou had always been fond of dragons and tigers. He even had a simple black dragon tattoo on his back. However, due to his limited budget, the tattoo ended up looking more like an earthworm.
Just as he was about to speak and express his admiration for the Black Dragon, Grey Wolf seized the opportunity to shove a handful of Eject Grass into his mouth with practiced skill.
The sweet taste made Yamamoto Nanjirou chew a few times before swallowing the grass. Delicious! What wonderful monsters! It seemed he had misunderstood them. These creatures even offered him sweet food; he just didn't understand why they had tied him up.
"Great Black Dragon Lord, thank you for the food. Its sweetness reminds me of the cherry blossoms back home."
Wotru glanced at Yamamoto Nanjirou with a peculiar expression, thinking to himself, "This kid must be out of his mind." However, he didn't show it.
Eject Grass worked incredibly quickly, and this Sakura Island player would soon understand the meaning of "unrestrained release." Wotru even took two steps back.
"Great Black Dragon Lord, I've admired powerful creatures like you since I was a child. I even dream of becoming a Dragon Blood Warrior…" Yamamoto Nanjirou rambled on until he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his intestines. An uncontrollable bloating sensation surged through him.
His face changed as he realized something was about to spray out. He absolutely couldn't let "Origi-Splat" fly here—it would be disrespectful to the Black Dragon Lord!
"Pfft-pfft-pfft-pffft…"
But Yamamoto Nanjirou couldn't hold it back. His anal sphincter seemed paralyzed, and his intestines danced like a washing machine under the stimulation of Eject Grass.
Wotru took another two steps back. The scene was even more spectacular than the Blackwater Python's spray.
This was the epitome of "streams cascading down three thousand feet!"
If Eject Grass existed in the modern world, it would undoubtedly be a miracle cure for constipation. Wotru could have made a fortune selling it and reached the pinnacle of life.
Wotru shook his head regretfully. Unfortunately, this was another world.
Watching Yamamoto Nanjirou's face turn pale, his spraying almost done, Wotru finally stepped forward, shielding his olfactory system. He grinned menacingly and threatened:
"Now I'll ask, and you'll answer. There's someone being interrogated next door. If your answers don't match his, well… you'll eat your own crap."
Eat crap? Yamamoto Nanjirou's face turned ashen. He suddenly remembered the Sakura Island novice village incident where a Yamaguchi clan bodyguard was forced to eat crap by a group of monsters. The poor guy still suffered from aftereffects, vomiting everything he ate.
This game didn't allow players to turn off their taste systems!
"How many of you are there?" Wotru asked.
Yamamoto Nanjirou didn't dare lie. He didn't want to eat crap, so he answered honestly:
"R-respected Black Dragon Lord, our novice village has over eight thousand people…"
Wotru signaled to Bolikri with a glance. Bolikri understood and dashed to the door to chat with Anna for a bit before returning.
He shouted loudly, "Great Master, that's not what the person next door said!"
"Muahaha… Grey Wolf, feed him!"
"No! Black Dragon Lord, I swear I'm telling the truth… Ughhh… Glug glug glug…"
Grey Wolf mercilessly pinched Yamamoto Nanjirou's mouth open and fed him a spoonful of "Origi-Splat" mixed with Stinky Bug Dung.
"Let me ask again. How many of you are there?"
"Ugh… There really are only eight thousand… Ugh…"
"Report, Master. That's not what the person next door said!"
"Muahaha… Grey Wolf, keep feeding him!"
"Glug glug glug… Ugh…"
"What do you use to open treasure chests?"
"Keys… Ugh… We use keys… Please…"
"Report, Master. Doesn't match."
"Muahaha… Feed him! Keep feeding him!"
Fifteen minutes later, Wotru had all the information he wanted.
In reality, there was no one being interrogated next door. Yamamoto Nanjirou was the only one awake. Wotru had repeatedly fed him "Origi-Splat" just to completely break his psychological defenses.
And he succeeded.
Yamamoto Nanjirou confessed everything, even revealing how many affairs his mother had had behind his father's back.
Indeed, "Origi-Splat" was a wonderful thing. The version mixed with Stinky Bug Dung was even better—a masterpiece of self-production, ensuring nothing went to waste.
Take Yamamoto Nanjirou, for example. He was now full, looking blissfully satisfied. His mouth was sealed with a pair of gnoll's filthy underwear, wrapped tightly around him twice to ensure he received every bit of "blessing."
He even burped contentedly.
Currently, Sakura No. 1 Novice Village did have over eight thousand players. Aside from those exploring toward the Anrius capital, the village still housed about six thousand people.
Most of them had formed a guild under Yamaguchi Muraki called "Lovely Missy Missy Guild," planning to counterattack Silvermoon Forest once they leveled up enough.
Wotru sneered at the thought. These Sakura Island players were utterly delusional.
Lovely Missy Missy Guild? Once the seven-day safe zone disappeared, Wotru would "Missy" their novice village first.
The second piece of information concerned treasure chests. Wooden chests didn't require keys. Black Iron chests required 200 Invasion Points to exchange for a Black Iron Key. Bronze Key: 500 points. Silver Key: 1000 points. Gold Key: 5000 points. Diamond Key: 10,000 points. Amethyst Key: 50,000 points. Higher tiers were currently unavailable.
Wotru understood these Invasion Points as a currency-like system, similar to his own System Points, likely created by the player-side system.
Additionally, keys could drop from defeating Guardian Monsters. This meant Wotru himself possessed a Gold Key, even if he couldn't feel it.
This realization made Wotru uncomfortable. A Gold Key was only worth 5000 points. His goal was to upgrade his key to an Amethyst Key and his chest to an Amethyst Chest. When he opened it, he'd undoubtedly receive top-tier rewards! """
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