93: Chapter 94 The celebration banquet was all KFC? The three-thousand-year-old demon child has completely degenerated into a shut-in!

The desert night, starry sky.

But tonight, the lights of the Desert Base No. 1 cafeteria are brighter than the stars.

A victory banquet is being held here that could be called the highest specification, yet strangest style, in human history.

No red wine, no steak, no symphony.

The long tables are piled high with KFC Family Buckets like small hills, Pizza Hut pizzas, and Wei Long spicy strips stacked into pyramids.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of fried food, mixed with the unique, cloying sweetness of carbonated drinks.

“This is the victory banquet?”

Lei Keming stands at the door, looking at the room full of high-calorie bombs, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Emperors don't send hungry soldiers. Xue Youyou was ultimately kept at the base and didn't go to Base 51.

Lei Keming's intention was to properly bribe this 3000-year-old loli.

He had prepared a state-banquet-level chef team, wanting to make a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for this loli who saved the nation, but was vetoed by Jiang Chen in one sentence.

“Old Lei, you don't understand.”

Jiang Chen is busy peeling an egg tart for Xue Youyou, saying without looking back: “For a left-behind child who has been locked up for three thousand years, shark fin and bird's nest are pig feed. Only fried food and high-sugar drinks are the highest comfort for the soul.”

Facts prove that Jiang Chen is right.

At this moment, Xue Youyou has completely lost the ferocious appearance of tearing apart warships over the East Sea.

She is sitting cross-legged in the center of the table (because she's short, she can't reach from the chair), holding an Orleans roasted chicken leg in her left hand and a super-sized cola in her right, her mouth stuffed full, like a hamster hoarding food.

“Delicious! This is delicious!”

Xue Youyou shouts incoherently, waving her greasy little hand: “That round cake with meat bits on it (pizza), bring this palace ten more! And that red strip thing (spicy strips), that has a kick, this palace likes it!”

“Alright! Right away!”

The special forces soldiers in charge of logistics were originally a bit afraid of this murderous little ancestor, but seeing her look like a starving ghost reincarnated, the fear in their hearts instantly turned into affection.

This isn't a demon lord; this is just a poor child who has never eaten anything good!

“Eat slowly, no one is grabbing it from you.”

Jiang Chen hands over the peeled egg tart and wipes the sauce from the corner of her mouth with a tissue.

“Hmph, who dares to grab from this palace?”

Xue Youyou hums arrogantly, then swallows the egg tart in one gulp, an extremely satisfied expression appearing on her face.

“Is this the wisdom of mortals? Although this body doesn't need to eat, this feeling called dopamine... is indeed much more intoxicating than absorbing essence and blood.”

Nearby, Elder Huoyun and the other Taichu cultivators are also eating with greasy mouths.

“Wonderful! This magic treasure called a hamburger, two layers of bread sandwiching meat, actually contains the principles of yin and yang balancing each other!”

Elder Huoyun comments while munching, “If some Fire Ganoderma powder could be added in the middle, the taste would definitely be even better!”

“Senior brother is right!” Elder Qing Rou holds a bag of potato chips, “These thinly sliced potatoes are crispy and delicious, every slice contains the artistic conception of crispiness, if used to refine defensive magic treasures...”

Watching this group of cultivation world powerhouses whose Dao hearts have been completely corrupted by modern industrial food, Lei Keming sighs and silently unscrews his thermos.

Forget it, as long as they can protect the country, they can eat whatever they want.

Even if they wanted to eat the moon in the sky, the country would have to find a way to fry a piece down for them.

After eating and drinking to their fill.

Xue Youyou lets out a long burp, pats her round little belly, and looks very comfortable.

“I'm full.”

She looks at Jiang Chen, expectation sparkling in her one red and one black heterochromatic eyes.

“Human Pet, what's next? Is it time to sleep? This palace is a bit sleepy.”

“Sleep?”

Jiang Chen shakes his finger, a devilish smile appearing on his face.

“Sleeping after eating makes you a pig. As a new-era cultivator, we must pursue a higher level of spiritual enjoyment.”

“Follow me.”

Jiang Chen mysteriously leads Xue Youyou through the corridor to a huge warehouse at the deepest part of the base, originally used for storing spare parts.

At this moment, this warehouse has changed completely.

The moment the heavy alloy door is pushed open, a cool breeze full of two-dimensional atmosphere rushes towards them.

“This... what is this place?”

Xue Youyou widens her eyes, stunned by the scene before her.

In the space of several hundred square meters, there are no cold machines, only soft Persian carpets, lazy sofas everywhere, and anime posters covering the walls.

In the very center is a 200-inch 8K ultra-high-definition giant screen, connected to a full set of top-tier game consoles including PS5, Xbox, and Switch.

The surrounding shelves are filled with various limited-edition figures, manga books, and mountains of snacks and drinks.

Where is this a warehouse?

This is clearly an “ACG Holy Land” that every shut-in dreams of!

“This is the palace I prepared for you — [Fat Otaku Happy Room].”

Jiang Chen spreads his arms, as if showing off the whole world.

“Here, you can experience a hundred ways of entertainment more interesting than killing.”

He picks up a PS5 controller and stuffs it into Xue Youyou's hand.

“Come, try this. 'Elden Ring', open world, kill whoever you want, destroy wherever you want, and no one will care.”

“Really?”

Xue Youyou takes the controller half-believingly and clumsily operates it under Jiang Chen's guidance.

Five minutes later.

“Ahhh! Why is this Tree Sentinel so tough! Even harder to beat than that iron mosquito!”

“Die! Die for this palace!”

“Hahaha! Won! Equipment dropped! This sword is so cool!”

Watching Xue Youyou sitting cross-legged on the carpet, shouting at the screen, completely immersed in the virtual world, Jiang Chen nods with satisfaction.

Plan accomplished.

For this kind of bear child who possesses the power to destroy the world and has an immature mind, the best management method is not preaching, nor imprisonment.

It is giving her an internet connection, a game console, and a pile of snacks.

As long as she becomes a shut-in, world peace is guaranteed.

The next three days.

Xue Youyou has completely degenerated.

She doesn't go out, doesn't wash her face (there's the Dust-Avoiding Spell anyway), and doesn't even wear that iconic Gothic dress, having changed into a set of loose pajamas with Pikachu patterns.

Every day, besides eating and sleeping, she plays games, watches anime, and binges shows.

“So good! Tanjiro is so miserable! Wuwuwu...”

“Luffy! You must become the Pirate King!”

“Why is this Yasuo so happy? Hasagi!”

In the base, one can often hear the demon child, who was originally terrifying, making all sorts of strange noises.

Even when Elder Huoyun and the others come to pay their respects, they are impatiently shooed away by her.

“Get out, get out, get out! Don't block this palace from pushing the tower!”

Elder Huoyun stands at the door, looking confused at the little ancestor with dark circles under her eyes and hair messy as a chicken coop, unable to help but exclaim: “Is this the inner demon of Blue Star? It's actually this terrifying! Even a Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage cultivator can't resist it!”

However, these peaceful days didn't last long.

On the morning of the fourth day, Jiang Chen walks into the [Fat Otaku Happy Room] with a piece of newly decrypted top-secret intelligence.

The curtains in the room are drawn tight, only the blue light of the big screen flickering. Xue Youyou is sprawled in a lazy sofa, holding a controller, eyes fixed, clearly having stayed up all night.

“Youyou, stop playing, something happened.”

Jiang Chen turns off the screen, his face serious.

“What!”

Xue Youyou jumps up like a cat with bristling fur, claws reaching out to grab the remote: “This palace is about to clear the level! That final BOSS has a sliver of health left! Turn it on! Or I'll bite you!”

“Clear the level my ass.”

Jiang Chen throws a document stamped with the Eagle Sauce flag and the word “Top Secret” in front of her.

“Our home is about to be stolen.”

“Eagle Sauce isn't giving up. Although the fleet is gone, that Area 51 is still there. According to intelligence, they are launching a plan called Apocalypse.”

“And...”

Jiang Chen pauses, throwing out the trump card.

“They have frozen all my overseas assets. Including the black card I prepared for you to buy full sets of skins and top up these hundreds of game accounts.”