Chapter 634: Chapter 50 Obsession with Eating_2 It was only after ‘dying’ 46 times that Jason could taste such delicacy, and the additional gain of 3 points of Excitement of Feast made it all the more worthwhile for him with his satiety at the moment being quite sufficient. Gratitude welled up within him. Yet more prevalent was a kind of craving. "What taste would the ‘monster’ I ‘saw’ be…?” Jason couldn’t help thinking to himself. Such a massive body, firm muscles, biting into it must be delicious, right? Jason’s saliva started to secrete, and he swallowed uncontrollably. With such a sigh, Jason turned and leaped. A few jumps took him to the cross-section of the Sabie aliens’ warship he had sliced open. At this moment, this half of the warship was still slowly descending in midair. The other half, on the other hand, had already crashed to the ground, billowing thick smoke. And the person who caused these two different outcomes was Jennifer. This ‘Witch’ was standing about ten meters below the halved warship, perched on her broom, raising her hands high, as a layer of invisible waves emerged from them, stabilizing the halved warship for a gentle descent. Seeing Jason’s figure, the ‘Witch’ looking upwards couldn’t help but smile. In the morning light, the ‘Witch’, sweat-beaded and with sticky hair, appeared in disarray, but there was a faint glow of another kind. Jason immediately expressed his thanks. For someone who could protect his food, Jason felt genuine gratitude from the bottom of his heart. Hearing such heartfelt thanks, the ‘Witch”s smile grew even brighter. She didn’t lower her raised hands but glanced at Jason meaningfully with her eyes. Immediately, the broom flew towards Jason. She lowered her arms. As the warship plummeted, it struck the ‘Witch,’ and blood mist spread as it continued to fall straight down. Amidst the sound of the explosion, a voice echoed. "I’ve repaid you once again.” Jason sat on the broom, dumbfounded as he watched this unfold. Behind his mask, his brows involuntarily furrowed. He wanted to say something. But in the end, a thousand words turned into one sentence— In Jason’s eyes, the ‘Witch’ at this moment had become synonymous with ‘trouble not to be messed with.’ It wasn’t just her unpredictability, it was also that he had no clue what she was thinking. Although he had already warned himself not to try to guess what a mad person was thinking. But the ‘Witch”s normal appearances most of the time always made him overlook all that. And then, when he least expected it, she would give him an unexpected ‘reminder.’ Jason took a deep breath. And once again warned himself. The ‘Witch”s broom, having safely delivered him to the ground, completely lost its magic, as if it were an ordinary broom, crashing to the ground upon McCaul’s touch. R̃𝔞ℕỌ𝖇ÊṦ Looking at the fallen broom, McCaul scrambled to pick it up. He tried to stand it up, but no matter what, he couldn’t. "It has lost its magic, now it’s just an ordinary broom,” "You can use it to sweep the floor, but don’t expect it to fly again,” Tel said, his gaze shifting towards Jason. Unlike his previous sycophancy, this time his eyes were filled with awe. A reverence for the strong! Tel had never imagined that a ‘ship-slaying’ level powerhouse was right beside him. After the ground battle with the Sabie aliens, a reevaluation of strength levels, or rather, a modern supplement, was made within the Mystical Side. "Your achievements won’t have any mistakes.” "They will also be yours.” "Of course, you can also exchange them for legitimately earned honors,” Tel pointed to the remnants of two warships as he spoke. He had no reason to doubt Tel’s words, given the previous performance of that veteran general, it was certain that the results would exceed expectations. What he was considering now was what the overall situation of the ground war was like. And if they were at a disadvantage, to what extent it was. With such questions in mind, Jason stood there quietly waiting. John and his two friends didn’t disturb their good friend. They started to clean up their own “yard”. This house was registered in John’s name, somewhat like a holiday villa, apart from the main building there was a sizable garden, and a separate parking lot. In the previous battle, the garden had been affected. Petals were scattered everywhere, several fig trees had been broken, their green fruit strewn across the ground. These all needed to be cleaned up. Naturally, this also included those weapons. As a “homebody,” one simply could not leave weapons exposed, especially when “guests” were about to visit, they needed to ensure that these “guests” didn’t look at their family members with judgmental eyes. And as for themselves? The butcher doesn’t talk of the slaughterhouse. Everything was worth it. Tel immediately offered. Determined to bask in the glory of Jason, this member of the ‘Clock Tower’ stationed at the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ wouldn’t miss the chance to please Jason’s friends. Moreover, he wanted to learn the ways of a “homebody” from John and the others. Especially after he saw that secret weapon, he was even more resolved. If he had simply thought that the three men could unleash a minor skirmish before, after seeing that secret weapon, he firmly believed that the trio could influence the outcome of a battle. After all, that was… a nuclear strike! The four of them cleaned the yard. Jason, meanwhile, quietly waited. This waiting wasn’t long; as John and the others moved the broken fig trees aside, Cortana and Major General Rael Fono arrived by helicopter.