Kapitel 2329: Chapter 1602: Pursuer of the Sun (43)_1
"Ah!"
The Gray Mist suddenly let out a scream.
Shiller was startled, he asked in his mind: "What's the matter?"
"The cafeteria is closed!" The Gray Mist replied, it continue to mutter a few words, as though it was searching for something in the Thought Palace. After a while, an even more astonished voice came: "I have no food to eat!!".
"What do you mean?" Shiller asked.
The Gray Mist fell silent for a moment, as though it was communicating with other Shillers in the Thought Palace. After a long pause, he said in a shocked and desperate voice, "No one is in charge of the food!"
"Greed is not in charge of the food?!" The strong shock in Gray Mist's tone almost infected Shiller. As Shiller sent a puzzled emotion across, Gray Mist fell silent again, seemingly unsure how to explain.
After a while, Gray Mist's consciousness became clear again, even clearer than before; it seemed to focus its full attention on Shiller.
"Greed said I've grown up and should learn to hunt for my own food, and no more food will be provided in the High Tower cafeteria from now on."
Feeling the emotions coming from Gray Mist, Shiller was somewhat taken aback. Then he said with slight surprise, "Don't tell me you expect me to provide the food?"
"Aren't you also Shiller?" The Gray Mist retorted: "Moreover, you need me more than the other Shillers, I have done more work with you in half a day than I have with the other Shillers in half a year."
Shiller was speechless, what made him more silent was the strong sense of sorrow coming from Gray Mist's emotions. The sorrow came mainly from the fact that he now fully realized that Sloth Shiller could not be relied upon.
"Haven't you ever tried to find something to eat for yourself?" Shiller asked tentatively.
The Gray Mist sent a negative emotion. Shiller thought for a moment and felt it was not surprising. Given Greed's character, it was considered quite understanding of him not to make Gray Mist vomit.
But due to the environment where Gray Mist grew up, even when he once thought he was a Symbiote, he only felt a little compulsive to eat at the beginning. But after Shiller started the Cosmic Sorcerer shared wealth project and brought back a wave of energy, Gray Mist had eaten to his heart's content.
Later on, Arrogant managed to obtain Mad Liquor. Gray Mist had drunk enough of the Mad Liquor mixed with fear gas. Whenever he wanted to eat, he would dive into the warehouse and eat non-stop. When had he ever gone hungry?
The usual scenario arises when parents in a family are too indulgent, the child reaches out for clothes and opens their mouth for food which leads to weak self-care abilities. Gray Mist didn't have the insatiable hunger and strong hunting desire bred by hunger like other Symbiote, in simple terms Gray Mist was a lazy dog.
Unfortunately, Sloth isn't hardworking either. When two lazy dogs gather, one can imagine the outcome. They have no clue where to find food.
"So first off, what do you eat?" Shiller asked.
After hearing this question, Gray Mist really fell silent for a moment, as if he was thinking. After the silence, he said, "I eat anything."
"So those two insects over there..."
"They're too ugly, with thick shells, the wings look a bit prickly, and they smell bad, they just dont look tasty."
Gray Mist rambled on, and after feeling the contempt in Shiller's emotions, he said, "Ok, I should say, I eat everything that Greed brings back."
Shiller thought for a while. Greed did often pick up things and bring them into the Tower of Thought, but after bringing them back, he would usually take them to his room for processing, then throw them into the warehouse. The other Shillers didn't know how he processed them, nor did they know what would become of those things.
Now Shiller at least knew where some of those things went; Greed would feed part of the things he brought back to Gray Mist.
"Anyway, I can definitely eat energy." Gray Mist thought for a while, then continued, "And I should be able to eat brains."
"But you're not a Symbiote..."
There was a clear momentary interruption in the information that Gray Mist was transmitting. He seemed stunned, then began to ponder why he, not being a Symbiote, was fond of eating brains.
Gray Mist attributed this to his dietary habits; these were the things he ate from a young age, which subtly cultivated his taste. Therefore, even though he was not actually a Symbiote, his taste leaned towards that of a Symbiote. He liked food that stimulated his sensory nerves to feel dopamine, usually the brains of intelligent beings.
"Why can't you eat the brains of those two insects?" Shiller asked.
"They're not smart enough, so their brains certainly don't taste good."
"You're so hungry, and yet you're picky?"
"But if I struggle to fight with them and end up not getting enough good food, isn't that a loss?"
"Makes sense."
Shiller thought about it and realized he really needed to weigh the value of the gray mist's food as it was his only hope. It was crucial to keep the gray mist full since he could neither command others indifferently like Greed, nor slice through his enemies without stress like Moonlight Shiller.
Suddenly, Shiller became aware of a problem. At this time, Peter, who had just been blasted away, was wobbling back. When he was about to ask Shiller what that explosion was all about, he saw Shiller gesture to him not to come over.
The same happened to Doom who was also blasted out, followed by Banner and Otto who luckily survived because of their distance and the planet that shielded them from the impact. Seeing Shiller gesturing at them non-stop, they thought there was still some unknown danger on the scene, so they dared not approach rashly.
Just when Peter planned to get a little closer, Shiller quickly retreated, keeping a certain distance from Peter and gesturing to him not to come over.
Shiller gestured for a long time, but no one understood him, which was normal, because "My symbiont thinks your brains smell good. Getting closer might make it hungrier and possibly leave you brainless forever," can't be conveyed through gestures.
In the end, Shiller chose to turn and fly away. Without him, the others should be able to return to Earth faster and extract enough information from the bodies of the insect race to make contributions to the Human United Army. As for him, he had to find food for the gray mist first.
Just like that, Shiller straightforwardly abandoned his team of scientists, floating alone into the deep cosmos, ready to find a qualified meal for the gray mist.
Sloth had a clear understanding of his capabilities and luck. He did not believe he could find enough food on his own, so he decided to find reliable teammates instead.
The stronger and more numerous the teammates, the better. But if Shiller were to join back the main force now, then the brains of geniuses like Stark would tempt the gray mist to keep whining. Even for the safety of the interstellar coalition, Shiller had to stay as far away as possible from the outpost full of geniuses.
Regarding where to find food, Shiller wasn't sure, so he could only drift aimlessly in the cosmos in search of potential food sources.
The cosmos is vast, and although Shiller had interacted with many cosmic sorcerers, they were merely a drop in the ocean in the boundless cosmos. Shiller wasn't that lucky to stumble upon something that would satisfy the gray mist.
On their journey, they didn't find any edible things for the gray mist, but they did get into a lot of fights with the Insect Race.
After the frontal battle line became deadlocked, the Insect Race's strategy was to occupy as much cosmic territory as possible by swarm tactics. They believed that this could enable them to plunder enough resources to sustain the war.
Thus, the three queens urged their nests to produce as many new insects as possible, not for frontline combat, but for occupying as many dimensions and celestial bodies as possible. Hence, most insects focused more on defense, much like the monsters in the game with thick shields and high health that could slow you down if you tried to pass them.
The gray mist did not ever play the role of a substitute. Venom could create a cool mask for Eddie and control Eddie's body to deal with the enemy, because Eddie was just an ordinary human. Controlling a human body is a simple task, and Venom could easily use its symbiotic factor to replace Eddie's nerves to control the body.
But the issue with Shiller was that after building the Tower of Thought, the way he controlled his body was completely different from ordinary people. A being of intelligence with multiple personality fragments taking turns to control the body, untouched by front-end and back-end operations, was not something the gray mist could comprehend. In reality, Shiller was still controlling his body, with the gray mist just providing its powers.
Shiller rarely used gray mist in fights, either to travel or to investigate, resulting in the gray mist having no experience in direct combat. It didn't even know if it had attack capabilities. With Sloth focusing on laziness, the pair could be described as the Sleeping Dragon and Rising Phoenix of direct combat.
Their main method of dealing with these high-blood, high-defense insects was like scraping. The gray mist used its mist factor to erode the energy shield, then decompose the insect's shell, and finally dig out their vital organs. The upside was that because the gray mist was in the form of fog, it could scrape several targets at once due to its wide coverage.
After passing through two star systems, both human and fog were sick of scraping. Without any improvement, Shiller remained formless, and without any weapons that could harm the gray mist's body. This way of fighting was safe but tiresome.
Theoretically, as long as there was enough time, the gray mist could use this method to scrape all the insects to death. However, it couldn't take it anymore. If the physical damage to the enemy was 100%, the mental damage to itself was 1,000%.
Obviously, the gray mist was quite patient among the beings in the high tower. The Shillers who had been waiting in the theater to watch a martial arts film had each fallen asleep three times on average during their interstellar journey.
Finally, Morbid, who sat in the front row, couldn't take it anymore when Sloth and the gray mist chose the 162nd scraping target.
"Greed... Greed! Hurry up, let that little guy out of the insane asylum! Immediately, right now!"
Geschenke
-- Geschenk
erhalten Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein