Little Prisoner had a bottomless appetite. Several tens of trillions of universe crystals were barely enough to keep it from starving, let alone stuff it full. It wasn't just a matter of one or two crystals; if it ate tens of trillions of universe crystals every single meal, even if he were the richest man in the universe, he would be eaten out of house and home.
Little Prisoner nodded, desperately suppressing the loud rumbling in its stomach. A mark appeared between its eyebrows, and it began to sense its surroundings.
Half a minute later, pointing to the front left, Little Prisoner said, "Boss, it's over there."
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