Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH135

Chapter 135

Drinking this piping hot, delicious porridge should have been pure bliss.

But the happier they felt, the more the 11th Squad remembered the one who should have been here sharing it with them—Mu Dongsheng…

Now lying alone in some frozen wasteland, forever lost to the ice.

They couldn’t even avenge him. They could only watch as Li Zhou stole his core, took his place, and flaunted his power.

…The injustice burned.

Tears splashed into their bowls, salty and bitter.

“…”

The only one without porridge—buzz-cut Wang Li—watched his teammates irritably.

“Sniveling won’t help!”

He tipped his head back, gulping more liquor.

The cheap, harsh alcohol scalded his throat, churning his stomach into painful spasms.

But Wang Li forced down several more mouthfuls until the flask was empty. He shook it—not a drop left—before finally stopping.

The alcohol burned through his veins, fogging his mind.

With his buzz cut and rebellious streak, Wang Li had always been the squad’s wild card. His sheer strength ranked among the Eastern Base’s top tier, but his recklessness had nearly gotten him executed—until Mu Dongsheng and Yi Chunqing recruited him.

His loyalty to Mu Dongsheng was absolute. For revenge, he’d pay any price.

If not for Yi Chunqing’s intervention earlier, he’d have attacked Li Zhou on the spot—exile be damned.

“Instead of crying, why not plan how to avenge Captain Mu?!” Wang Li hiccuped, swaying.

“I—I won’t submit like you! Li Zhou sent us to Zone F to humiliate us, but I don’t need his damn porridge—”

His teammates sighed.

Everyone knew Wang Li was stubborn—and an alcoholic. After Mu Dongsheng’s death, he’d drowned himself in liquor, buying overpriced swill from shady vendors when Li Zhou barred him from the dining district.

The constant drinking had wrecked his health.

“Wang Li, you’re drunk again,” Murong Miao said wearily. “Stop drinking on an empty stomach—that rotgut will kill you—”

Blaaarrgh!

Wang Li suddenly doubled over, retching violently.

Splat.

A mess of stomach acid and blood hit the ground.

Murong Miao: “…”

Others: “……”

“You idiot!” Yi Chunqing bolted up, shoveling down his last bites before rushing over. “I told you to cut back!”

Murong Miao grimaced at the vomit.

Wang Li’s stomach was empty—just bile and blood.

…He’d been running on sheer willpower and alcohol, pushing himself to the brink.

“Quick, get him water!”

But the cold water only made it worse, further irritating his alcohol-ravaged gut…

Wang Li groaned in pain, his nearly two-meter-tall frame curling up pitifully:

“It’s so cold… Is there any hot soup or something?!”

Hot soup…

Everyone froze.

They all looked at each other.

…Each of them was holding a bowl of piping hot porridge.

“Hey, Miao Miao, why don’t you give him yours? You two are from the same team,” someone suggested to Murong Miao.

“What? You two practically sleep together—closer than brothers! You give him yours!” Murong Miao shot back.

“Third Brother should be the one to give his porridge to Wang Li—”

Almost instinctively, everyone clutched their bowls protectively, unwilling to part with them. Though they couldn’t quite explain why, none of them wanted to give up this delicious porridge!

The bickering escalated, nearly turning into a full-blown argument.

Meanwhile, Wang Li was still retching and moaning in pain: “It hurts… so much… just give me something hot… Ugh…”

The scene was utter chaos.

A living nightmare.

Yi Chunqing’s head throbbed from the noise. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“EVERYONE, SHUT UP!!!”

Even Wang Li stopped vomiting mid-heave, staring wide-eyed.

“—Murong Miao, just go buy another bowl of porridge for Wang Li!” Yi Chunqing snapped.

Only then did it dawn on them.

Oh… right.

There was a porridge stall right in front of them.

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[Task progress: 9/500]

“Here’s your porridge—careful, it’s hot~”

Jian Yunlan cheerfully handed the takeout bowl to Murong Miao.

After bowing respectfully to the “hidden powerhouse,” Murong Miao rushed back to Wang Li with the porridge.

The other mercenaries crowded around, pretending to fuss over Wang Li while hurriedly slurping their own porridge, afraid someone might steal it.

“Drink,” Murong Miao said bluntly, shoving the bowl toward Wang Li’s mouth.

Wang Li didn’t even have the energy to complain about her roughness. The alcohol had left his stomach in agonizing spasms.

With great effort, he took a small sip…

Then another.

Finally, he gave up pretending and sat up straight, grabbing the bowl from Murong Miao and chugging it down.

Why?

Because it was… so freaking delicious!!!

The thick, velvety porridge was scalding but bursting with savory richness. The rice and meat flavors melded perfectly, the congee oil sliding smoothly down his throat. The tender pork and century egg were simply divine.

After a day of missions with barely any food, Wang Li’s body had been icy cold. But the hot porridge instantly banished the chill, soothing his alcohol-ravaged stomach.

The warmth and silkiness of the porridge healed his empty, aching stomach completely.

As a longtime drinker, Wang Li had developed a dependency on alcohol. But now, sipping this porridge, he realized—this was infinitely better than any liquor. Who needed booze?!

“Mmm… so good, so good,” Wang Li sniffled quietly.

“Told you it was delicious, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“Yeah, no more stubbornness, huh?”

“Definitely beats alcohol—”

His teammates patted his shoulders, offering comfort.

As Wang Li savored the porridge, the bitterness and resentment in his heart melted away, soothed by the warmth of this winter night.

—And, unless he was imagining it…

From the moment he took the first sip, the damaged core inside him—worn down by years of heavy drinking—suddenly pulsed with warmth!

The warmth gently enveloped the cracks in his core, repairing them strand by strand until everything settled back into harmony…

By the time he finished the bowl, Wang Li was stunned to discover that all the damage to his energy core had been completely healed—and his abilities were now brimming with power!

“W-What’s going on?” Wang Li muttered in disbelief, flexing his hands. “Could it be—?”

As a strength-based ability user, his powers enhanced his physical might. At his peak, Wang Li could crush steel bars bare-handed. But exhaustion, rage, starvation, and alcohol had weakened him lately—he’d struggled to even break bricks.

But now…

A glow gathered in his palm as he casually picked up a steel rod from the ground. With just a slight squeeze—

CRACK!

The rod shattered into dust!

The noise drew everyone’s attention.

All eyes turned to him in shock. They knew Wang Li’s condition—during today’s mission, he’d barely kept up, let alone used his abilities.

But now, judging by the energy radiating from Wang Li’s hands, he had fully recovered?!

“Wang Li, you—” Murong Miao’s eyes widened as she grabbed his wrist.

As a sensory-type ability user and sniper, Murong Miao could land headshots from kilometers away. Her powers also allowed her to assess other ability users’ conditions.

After a brief scan, her voice trembled:

“Your core… it’s completely repaired?!”

The squad erupted in shock.

…Higher-level cores required rarer methods to restore. For an A-rank like Wang Li, only the most expensive nutrient solutions or specialized healers could fix his damage.

So what had just instantly healed his core?!

Murong Miao’s brow furrowed.

As the most perceptive present, she realized this phenomenon wasn’t limited to Wang Li.

—His core had been the most damaged, so the repair was most obvious.

But everyone’s cores had been subtly restored, just less dramatically…

“Everyone, check your cores!” she called.

The squad focused inward, gasps soon following:

“Holy shit, the damage from three years ago is gone!”

“My abilities are back at peak!”

“My core’s about to level up!”

“…”

What had caused this?

…All eyes turned to the small porridge stall.