Little Prisoner is simply too ravenous; several trillion cosmic crystals can barely stave off its hunger, let alone fill its stomach, and not just one or two. If it could consume several trillion cosmic crystals at every single meal, even the richest person in the universe would be eaten into bankruptcy.
Little Prisoner nodded, desperately fighting back the loud rumblings from its belly. A mark appeared between its eyebrows as it began to sense.
Half a minute later.
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