【????????? Looked directly at the great existence ????????; your sanity #@!￥@!】 Yang Yi struggled to open his eyes and found himself in a dimly lit space. His mind was in complete chaos, his forehead throbbed like it was being stabbed with needles, and he felt dizzy and dazed. He held his forehead, baffled, feeling as if he had forgotten many things… Suddenly, chewing, and swallowing sounds came from ahead. It was as if a group of unknown creatures were tearing apart and gulping down something. Yang Yi instantly became alert, instinctively lifting his hand, only to show a confused expression. He didn’t understand why he had done that. Looking at his raised right hand… he was holding a knife and fork. Yang Yi’s eyes couldn’t quite adjust at first, narrowing in discomfort, until his vision gradually returned a few seconds later. He was in a lavish, brightly lit banquet hall, and in front of him was a grand feast. A wide long table stood in the centre of the hall, at least two metres across, piled high with a dazzling array of food and drink. From fruits to roast meats, from Chinese dishes to Western cuisine, everything Yang Yi had ever seen could be found on the table. The diners were many, all dressed in elegant evening attire, crowded so tightly around the table that they nearly formed a wall around it. Yang Yi could only glimpse the sumptuous dishes through the gaps between them. There was no need to worry about the taste, because the rich aroma spoke for itself! Yang Yi’s mouth began to water uncontrollably, drool threatening to escape. Then he suddenly remembered! "I came here for the feast!" Realisation struck him, and he hurried forwards. He was dressed in a well-fitted suit, with a napkin tucked under his collar, a plate in one hand and a knife and fork in the other. Approaching the table, he could no longer suppress his desire to eat. Saliva was flowing freely. "Move, move! I haven’t even started eating yet!" He squeezed into the crowd, feeling an odd sensation. Although the people around him looked fairly refined, under their suits they seemed to be nothing but soft, plump flesh, squishy to the touch. It took all his strength to wedge himself in, barely managing to secure half a spot. Then he turned sideways, reached out, and speared a plump sausage with his fork. He popped it into his mouth, eyes going wide… What an unbelievably delicious sausage! Yang Yi swore he had never tasted anything this good in his life. The first half of his life, he realised, had been completely wasted! He kept grabbing, scoring two more sausages, though he got into a brief tussle with a fat woman over one, since they both had their eyes on the same piece. Fortunately, there was plenty of food, and neither wanted to waste precious eating time on fighting. Yang Yi continued devouring, gradually adapting to this environment. He ate wildly, his strength growing, until he could squeeze his whole body into the crowd. Two hands grabbing food was far more efficient than one, so he quickly abandoned the civilised pretense of cutlery, imitating the others by grabbing food directly with his hands. Roast chicken, steak, ham, bread, peaches — he accepted everything, eating whatever he could get his hands on. The feast seemed endless, as if the food grew directly from the table, never diminishing no matter how much he ate. It was too delicious!!! Yang Yi’s body was gradually swelling, overwhelmed by the deliciousness. A strangely familiar voice sounded by his ear, and he paused. "Ha! These dishes are so good I’m even hallucinating!" Yang Yi continued reaching for the delicacies on the table, but every now and then, an odd, out-of-place voice reached his ears. "What’s going on? Who’s calling me?" Suspicion flashed across his face as he looked at the diners around him. They were all eating ravenously, without pause, paying him no mind, yet the voice in his ear persisted. Annoyed, Yang Yi slapped the drumstick right out of the fat woman’s hand across from him. "It’s you, isn’t it? Daring to disturb me while I’m eating, you bitch!" Furious, Yang Yi didn’t care who she was and was ready to climb onto the table to teach her a lesson. But then… something strange happened. The woman suddenly froze. Her bloated face swelled with the rest of her body, inflating like a balloon, bigger and bigger, until she abruptly burst apart. Blood splattered across Yang Yi’s face, staining the feast table a deep red. Yang Yi froze, instinctively licking the corner of his mouth… only to realise the woman’s blood was actually strawberry jam…? Around him, the diners only ate more frantically. Every dish containing strawberry jam vanished from the table, strawberry flesh and all, devoured with loud chewing and gulping sounds. Yang Yi, however, felt a chill run through his whole body. His mind was clearing. He realised his own belly was swelling alarmingly, as if it would burst at any moment. "No… if I keep eating, I’ll explode too. I can’t… I must resist! I absolutely can’t eat anymore!!!" Gritting his teeth, Yang Yi fought against the temptation. But the dazzling spread of food made the light fade from his eyes again… "Yang Yi, are you insane?" The familiar voice rang out once more, and suddenly Yang Yi remembered who he was. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁 "I am Yang Yi, captain of the Nightmare Star. I was just at the helm!" As his memory returned, the light around him dimmed. Yang Yi saw a completely different scene. There was no banquet table, no dishes. At the centre lay an enormous woman with her arms raised, her vast body surrounded by a ring of bloated children, tearing and gulping at her flesh. White blood streamed from her hollow eye sockets. On her face crouched an especially massive, grotesquely swollen infant, its belly cracked with deep fissures from the strain, leaking thick white fluid. It monopolised the best position, gnawing at the woman’s face and even devouring half her head. The Banquet Host… the Swollen King… Feeder of the Mother of All… and the Eternally Hungry. A flood of hidden knowledge poured into Yang Yi’s mind. The dark environment shattered, and Yang Yi found himself standing in the central courtyard of the Nightmare Star’s ship. The place was a mess, bearing marks of destruction. Suna stood under the eaves of the cabin, bow drawn, arrow aimed squarely at him. Yang Yi didn’t even manage to finish a word before a stabbing pain in his swollen belly made him vomit. A thick, white slurry mixed with chunks of half-digested food spewed from his mouth, quickly pooling around his feet into a sticky mess. But it wasn’t enough. His belly swelled larger and larger, like it was being pumped full of air. The vomit turned into a high-pressure jet. Finally… Yang Yi’s stomach burst. A mountain of food poured out, towering far above his own height. It was the same food he had consumed while trapped in the illusion. But since he had vomited it out… was it really an illusion? Thank you for reading! We hope you’re enjoying the story at: i novel translation(dot)com :) There’s now a , so feel free to check it out! You can read up to 12 chapters in advance!! :D Please give the novel a rating and a review on NovelHub (( novel updates(dot)com )). It will help the website and also help people find this novel!