Knowing the information, jomel is quite happy about it.

Especially the information about its diet, he can finally a normal food right now, not some kind of undead or metallic objects like a copper coin or steel swords.

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When he made a pact with his beast motus, although he can taste anything, the taste of normal for him became boring as long as it is not their favorite diet then that taste would be bland.

And now his new beast can eat normal food, it feels so good for him.

The type of his beast is still a basic type where he is sure that there is a weakness, not like the same in the past anymore where it can counter a warrior type of soul-beasts.

The world will not let them, he is thinking about his beast type would change into a new type like a basic and mind type or basic and draconic or even basic and poison but it seems it didn't.

The only thing he discovered that the world will not let him have a soul-beast without a weakness.

He looked up at the sky after checking out the information. HE muttered "It seems that there is always bound to be my weakness… I wonder what kind of beasts I will have in the future, I'm excited…" he said as he tries to close his eyes to sleep.

But he couldn't.

He is having anxiety about reaching more levels and getting inside smaller worlds, because he knew now the consequences of having a level that is much lower than his beast, during that combat form, it felt like his inside is eating him.

The appetite of his beast for a need of 'will energy' is immense compared to his past beasts. He knew that it is because of him having a lower level than it.

He knew that the enemy may still be there, he recalled the hatred, his eyes still close but he is using his precognition ability to check if there is something that will attack him.

He ignored his Grisinlash, Grisinlash level right now is level 57, and its safety is his is not at risk, the only problem that he can feel the poison inside his beast.

Despite being evolving, the inside of its beast still the same, and a few minutes later as he thought of that, his beast…

Thud.

'What happened…?' He asked out of curiosity…

He saw his Grisinlash…

Fell to the ground, its body is wriggling that is obvious it is hurting inside, it may have been evolved and being accepted by the world but everything has a price, right now his beast is in great pain.

He can feel the pain of his beast, together with his beast he is also suffering due to some unknown reason. He is not vomiting blood as he used to in the past but he is used to this stuff, all the pain he felt when he was constant during the years of him killing a lot of specters is incomparable to this.

This pain for him is just a little scratch.

That's a new story if it's for his beast, this new beast of his basically a child but he is confident, confident that this beast can make it, it has a blood of motus, it is motus child so how could it die just by something like this…?

Just who is motus…?

A mythical beast that sacrificed its ranged attacks and focus it all on its body making its melee attack, defense, range defense, and speed reach the peak of its physique.

Jomel suddenly realized something after remembering motus body, his body evolved because of his motus, making it more sturdy and quite powerful.

He opened his eyes "My body is comparable to a rare type of soul-beast that isn't on its combat form…"

He declared!

He realized that there is a joy when he said those words, a joy that is explainable to him, and he realized that he can't wait to improve and improve!

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An hour later…

Pang!

Broken glasses destroyed the peace jomel had, he became alert, his beast Grisinlash hurriedly stands up in front of him, ready to protect him.

But it was still hurting, jomel suddenly thought of something…

Pissshh

His hand oozes with poison aura, he recovered a little of his 'will energy' so it's enough to perform one, he plans to suck all the poison inside of his beast, healing it way from pain.

Touching the foot of his beast, It didn't work, there is something inside of his beast stopping him, he is afraid that he will make it more complicated so he stopped.

It's a pity he couldn't move or else he'd be the one eating that dragon meat. The dragon meat on the mouth of his beast that is shared with him is so good, like a section from his past life.

An indispensable delicacy in the Philippine celebrations, Lechon — also known as Lechon baby — is a dish in which the entire pig or piglet is stuffed, glazed, and slowly spit-roasted over coals.

The most coveted part is the crispy, golden brown skin, which tops the tender meat that melts in one's mouth. The preparation of Lechon is lengthy, but the Filipinos see it as an excellent opportunity to socialize.

Traditionally, the pig or piglet is slaughtered early in the morning, its entrails are removed, and boiling water is poured over the skin so the hair can be scraped off. Next, salt and pepper are rubbed on the inside and the outside, and the pig is skewered on a long bamboo pole.

The inside of the pig is stuffed with various ingredients, which can include lemongrass, garlic, onion, bay leaves, tamarind leaves, saba bananas, and star anise, and is then sewn together with twine.

The pig is slowly roasted over coals while being turned and constantly glazed with either evaporated milk, soy sauce, oil, or even soft drinks such as Sprite and 7up.

After a few hours, the whole pig is ceremonially brought to the festive table and chopped into portions.

Since the meat itself is juicy and tender enough, it doesn't require any sauce. However, a thick, liver-based sauce may be served on some occasions.

He reminisces the taste of his country's foods as he fell asleep recalling the past that is slowly fading from him, the longer he stays here in this world of soul-beasts.

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