I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats
Chapter 434 - 231: The Talent of Fusion【Ten Thousand Words】

"Something wrong?" Mu Rufeng looked at the Abnormality and said indifferently.

"That, Mr. Mu, I'm not sure if you are in need of a Contract Demon, but I have a pretty good ability and would like to sign a contract with you," the Abnormality spoke up.

"Sign a contract with me? If I'm not mistaken, you're a Level 8 Ghost King, right? I'm only third-level, how can I contract with you?" Mu Rufeng asked.

"Mr. Mu, I can cripple my own strength and reduce myself to Level 4 so that I can contract with you."

"Moreover, since I'm the one who lowers my level to four, as soon as you level up, I will inevitably be able to level up again," the Abnormality explained.

Mu Rufeng sized up the Abnormality. To be honest, he was genuinely surprised. Why would a Level 8 Ghost King willingly lower his power to contract with him?

There were three possibilities.

One, he had some sort of scheme.

Two, he saw Mu Rufeng as wealthy and powerful, with a great secret, and thus wanted to latch onto him for protection.

Three, this guy was on the run or hiding from something, so by signing a contract with him, once Mu Rufeng returned, he could hitch a ride back to the real world.

A Level 8 Ghost King lowering his strength to become Mu Rufeng's Contract Demon, to tell the truth, Mu Rufeng was quite willing to accept.

After all, even the least talented Level 8 Ghost King wouldn't be that useless.

Reaching level 8 typically meant they possessed exceptional talents.

Unfortunately, Mu Rufeng's contract slots were all full, and naturally, he couldn't contract with this Level 8 Ghost King now.

"Although, in principle, I agree, it's a pity that all three of my Contract Slots are full," Mu Rufeng said.

"Ah? All three are full?" The Level 8 Ghost King was taken aback and froze on the spot.

"It's over, I'm done..."

The Abnormality's face turned extremely panicked, and he turned and ran, leaving Mu Rufeng and the others hanging.

Seeing this, Mu Rufeng shook his head and then entered Private Room No. 2.

As soon as he entered, Mu Rufeng was taken aback.

The air was filled with a foul odor mixed with fragrance.

This place turned out to be a snail noodle restaurant.

The shop was not small, with tables set up one by one, probably a hundred in total.

There weren't many people, only about one fifth of the seats were taken.

Mu Rufeng's mouth twitched slightly.

"This second floor is really diversified. Is this time a noodles eating contest?" Mu Rufeng's mouth twitched again.

He immediately looked at the game rules next to him.

The rules were simple: eat. It was a challenge of who could eat the most within one hour.

This place started a new betting game every two hours.

No joining halfway through, only at the full hour.

And now it was ten past one in the afternoon, with ten minutes until the next round of challenges.

Also, the betting was very peculiar: you could only bet on yourself, with the highest ratio being one-to-one.

Only the top three would win, and if you didn't make it into the top three, you lost.

Even if you made the top three, if you didn't consume the standard amount of a hundred bowls, you would still lose.

If you reached the standard, then the odds were 1:0.1.

Starting from one hundred bowls, for every ten bowls more, you could increase your odds by an additional 0.1.

There had to be at least ten participants for the betting to start.

Whether you win or lose, the noodles here were free to eat and were also Spiritual Objects that could satiate a hungry stomach.

Therefore, many Abnormalities with big appetites often came to eat; if they got into the top three, they could be sure to earn a little, while also eating their fill for free.

Naturally, competition was fierce because of this.

"Eating, huh? I don't think I'm quite cut out for this one," Mu Rufeng frowned slightly.

He looked at the customers waiting, one by one with large figures, the kind that looked like they could eat a lot.

"Wait a moment..." Suddenly, Mu Rufeng remembered that he seemed to have a Rule Type Item.

[The hungry stomach]: The stomach of a powerful hungry ghost.

Effect: A Rule Type Item that can replace one's own stomach with this stomach, enhancing digestive ability tenfold, even capable of easily digesting potent poisons.

Note: Hungry, so hungry, I need to eat. Once replaced, the stomach will devour your own and take its place. If you remove the item, you will risk being without a stomach.

If his digestive ability was increased tenfold, Mu Rufeng felt that none of these Abnormalities would stand a chance.

But, seeing the note afterward, "If you remove the item, you will risk being without a stomach,"

Mu Rufeng knew that he couldn't always have this stomach equipped, otherwise, he would find himself eating all the time.

"Give it to Little Ying? That won't do either, Little Ying's level is too low, even with this stomach Enhancement, she definitely won't be able to outeat these Level 8 Ghost King Big Stomach Kings."

Mu Rufeng immediately fell into contemplation.

"Mr. Mu, shall we place a bet?" Zhao Tian asked.

To be honest, Zhao Tian and Murong Qingqing were a bit reluctant to bet.

Because this was a sure loss, which meant they would have to lose 200,000 Soul Power to move on to the next private room.

Two hundred thousand, that was the same as two billion soul banknotes.

"Why can't they make something normal?" Mu Rufeng sighed.

"I don't lack Soul Power. What I need are powerful talents, so naturally, I still need to place a bet. If you want to come with me to the next room, then bet the minimum required."

"If you don't want to come, feel free to do as you wish," Mu Rufeng said.

"Mr. Mu, we can't be of much help to you, so how about we just wait outside for you?" Murong Qingqing suggested.

"Right, no need to wait for me. You can attend to your own matters," Mu Rufeng nodded and then said.