About the time I had blurry vision, my System started selling back evolutions. [Well Fed] was already in remission, and my one solace was that I'd been able to set a proper priority queue.
Actually, what would I become if I sold all my evolutions back? Would I return to being a small sea serpent? Some manner of primeval slime?
But no, it was time to focus.
I had tried complaining about food, and Nurse de Rollo had taken pains to make each transition worse. I was getting my vegetables now, if somewhat more than wilted, and bonus bugs for a protein source. It turns out there was a cook, he just didn't know the first thing about cooking for my biology.
To be fair, when I'd first arrived at Othello, I didn't know much about dwarven nutrition, either.
I lose track of how many more chapters I have to catch up on, but... if you're ready for a weekend of binge reading, I shall endeavor to write a LOT this weekend.
I mean, I plan to write a lot either way, but I hope you enjoy reading it.
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Daily shout to Aleksandar_P, our top daily power stone donor for today.
As always, thank you for your readership! It matters to me more than I can put into words.