Chapter 309

Chapter 309 They Were Maniacs.
Of course, Evoloid had to be purchased. Every camp in the alliance had to trade their supplies or points to get it from Theresa–and her wealth just kept climbing.
On one hand, her ability users were growing stronger, making the entire alliance more powerful. On the other hand, her personal assets were skyrocketing.
So, when it came to gleamstones, she never said no.
They were basically hard currency, and she could never have too much of it.
Theresa showed up with Quentin to collect the gleamstones.
“Is he a space– based ability user too?” Sage asked, eyeing Quentin with a friendly smile.
“Yep. He’s my MVP, Theresa replied. “Why else would I drag him around every day?*
Sage’s smile warmed. “Makes sense. If I were you, I’d keep him close, too. Space–based ability users are rare, and leveling them up is a nightmare compared to everyone else?
Theresa’s hand paused midair. “Wait–how do you guys level up your abilities?”
She was sure she’d never sold Evoloid to Sage. And Bennie hadn’t either.
up had been holed up in the city center this whole time. They’d never traded with the outside
Sage’s group world.
Sage didn’t answer. Instead, he gestured to the skinny man beside him. Instantly, a gleamstone appeared in the guy’s hand.
He rinsed it with bottled water, then–right in front of Theresa–crushed it with his bare fingers.
A few drops of clear liquid oozed out.
Sage tilted his head back and drank it down.
Behind him, the other ability users followed suit. Some crushed gleamstones and swallowed the liquid. Others just popped the whole stone into their mouths, crunching down like they were eating bones and spitting out the dry shells.
Theresa’s pulse spiked.
Bennie’s extracted gleamstones were full of impurities. Consuming too many could drive a person insane. But these people were eating them /raw.
Now she realized, their downfall fast time might not have been just because the zombies evolved and wiped them out.
It was also because they were maniacs, walking barefoot on the edge of a blade.
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Someone was bound to die, one way or another.
“Ms. Hall, Sage said mildly, offering her a gleamstone. “Do you want to try one? My treat.”
Theresa just stared at him, thinking. This guy is a hundred times crazier than me. And he always wears that polite, gentle smile
“No thanks,” she said coolly. “We don’t eat them like that. ”
“Oh?” Sage tilted his head. “How do you eat them?”
Theresa didn’t even blink. “We cook them
Sage didn’t say a word.
For a moment, he actually considered it. Maybe cooking really does help with absorption.
As night fell, Sage’s people set up camp on the spot.
They hung large pots over open flames,
Fire–based ability users sparked the fires to life, while water–based ability users filled the pots. Soon, the cooking began.
This was the most well–stocked camp Theresa had ever seen. Sage had everything–noodles, vegetables, meat, even beverages.
Usually, she was the one feeding everyone. Tonight, for once, she was the guest.
Sage even arranged a private meal just for her. He asked what she liked, then had someone make a pot of braised ribs just for her.
He sat down with her and Quentin, ladling food into their bowls like a gracious host. They’d barely taken a few bites when chaos suddenly erupted behind them.
“Ah!”
“No!
“Ah!
Theresa looked up to see a man in the crowd suddenly snap, lunging at his companion and sinking his teeth deep into the man’s ear.
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the camp.
Rip-
Blood sprayed as the ear was ripped clean off.
The crazed man kept chewing at the raw wound, gulping down the blood like a starving animal.
He looked just like a zombie–eyes wild, mouth stained red–while his companion writhed and screamed in agony.
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Someone finally kicked him off.
A second later, a blade flashed–his hand hit the ground.
The searing pain seemed to jolt him back to reality. He didn’t even scream. Face smashed into the dirt, he tried to lift his head, only for someone to stomp it into the mud.
Sage didn’t say a word, Calm and composed, he stepped forward and pressed his foot down on the man’s skull. The guy squirmed like a shrimp tossed on a hot pan, but all he could do was twitch.
It was painful just to watch.
Eventually, he stopped moving.
Sage lifted his foot.
The man looked like a drowned rat–ashen, soaked in sweat, barely able to stand. He staggered upright and stared at Sage’s gentle smile, dazed and trembling.
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