As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.

The highest quality ingredients often only require the most simplistic cooking methods. After a busy day, Alexander decided to fry a steak for himself...

A clean, broken water bucket, a few pieces of collected charcoal, a small pinch of salt taken from the kitchen. The oil that seeped out reacted with the high temperature, and the rich aroma of the heated protein immediately filled the entire courtyard.

All the chosen ones collectively swallowed their saliva, suddenly finding the yellowish canned food in their hands unappealing.

"That... Alexander, right?" Carl walked from the staircase to the door in a few steps, swallowing saliva and speaking.

"Not enough to share! Just one piece! It’s mine!"

Alexander didn’t wait for him to ask and directly replied.

Carl was stunned at first, then his face turned somewhat awkward.

Beside him, a young man in his twenties stepped forward, speaking with righteous indignation: "We are all chosen ones, we should help each other. Jiang Ping contributed the food he found, how can you enjoy it by yourself?"

Seeing the young man’s serious manner, Alexander shook his head: "First of all, his food was found in the room, while my food is my own! Moreover, he kept enough rations for himself before sharing with you, while I, have just enough for myself!"

In fact, if these people hadn’t found any food, Alexander would have shared some with them. After all, the instance lasted for three days. If they didn’t eat anything during the day and didn’t replenish at night, they probably wouldn’t make it through tomorrow.

However, the issue was, they already had food. Although it wasn’t tasty, they wouldn’t starve. Should he sacrifice himself to satisfy them?

This was phantom meat, which their bodies, lacking the Ghost Cook physique, couldn’t absorb at all. They could only enjoy the taste.

Alexander had seen many people like this young man. They considered themselves messengers of justice, and they might not necessarily have any ill intentions. But their acts of charity were based on sacrificing the interests of others, morally hijacking them.

Suppose he really did as the young man suggested and shared the meat. As the one who sacrificed, he wouldn’t gain any benefit. Instead, this young man could thoroughly enjoy the satisfaction of morality and the sincere gratitude of others.

"Alexander! I knew you weren’t a good person!" Jiang Ping, who bore a grudge against Alexander, finally couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up: "Now we are allies on the same front. You clearly have better food, but let us eat this! People like you don’t deserve to be with us. Please leave this courtyard!"

The courtyard of the restaurant was quite large, with a warehouse in the front yard and a three-story building here.

If Carl was merely trying to fill his stomach and the young man was purely morally hijacking, then this Jiang Ping was blatantly wishing for his death!

In the instance world, there was no protective shield enveloping the entire instance. If you left the instance, you’d be in the real horror world. As of now, no living person had been heard to have survived after leaving the instance!

"If we let Alexander go out, he’ll be torn apart by the ghosts outside! Nobody has ever come back alive from outside the instance!" Jessica exclaimed anxiously.

"Isn’t that better? Such a selfish trash should die outside!" Jiang Ping was unmoved, intent on killing Alexander, even pulling out a sharp-looking dagger. Ghostly energy faintly wafted from his palm as he glared viciously at Alexander: "Smasher, I said I’d kill you long ago. I originally thought of letting you live a bit longer, but you’re so selfish! Either leave or die! Leave the steak behind! You say it’s yours because you brought it? I think it’s ours and we should divide it!"

Seeing that Jiang Ping had actually drawn his knife, Jessica and the others were taken aback. After all, they were slightly familiar with Alexander and subconsciously wanted to intervene. But Carl, who had been lured by the prospect of sharing the steak, stood directly in front of them. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

A familiar buzzing sound echoed at that moment. Jessica seemed to realize something and her eyes widened dramatically.

Next to the sizzling fire, Alexander, holding a chainsaw with the pull-start switch, his face reflecting the firelight, revealed a helpless smile, "Why insist on seeking death? Isn’t... life good?"

"You...you...how could you..."

Holding the small dagger, Jiang Ping was completely dumbfounded.

A chainsaw against a small dagger, and with the ghostly energy rolling off Alexander, which obviously far exceeded his own, how could he fight?

His legs went weak, and Jiang Ping subconsciously wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.

However, since Alexander had decided to kill, how could he have any hesitation? The chainsaw in his hand went straight towards Jiang Ping’s neck.

After all, this was his first time killing a human, and it felt a little different from killing a ghost, so Alexander didn’t cleave downwards from the head.

Even so, the sharp chainsaw still brought up flesh and blood, and in an instant, Jiang Ping was holding his neck, unbelievably convulsing on the ground.

A few minutes later, he ceased breathing altogether.

He really killed someone!

All at once, all the chosen ones fell silent.

Alexander’s gaze swept over everyone one by one, finally stopping on Karl, whose legs were shaking. He spoke:

"You take the body up to the third floor, find a corner and throw it away. I’ll give you a piece of meat later."

"Really?" Karl, who had thought Alexander would settle accounts, was unexpectedly assigned a task. Upon receiving a positive answer, he became immediately excited.

For a piece of meat, he disregarded how he was fawning over Jiang Ping just now, and dragged the body upstairs.

Alexander, meanwhile, sat on an old wooden box, beginning to enjoy his delicious meal.

Truly worthy of a godly level ghost skill, ghost cooking could not only lock the energy of a ghost’s corpse, but also turn it into any delicious ingredient.

Alexander didn’t know what real M12 sirloin tasted like, but the melt-in-your-mouth, juicy flavor and texture was definitely the best meat he had ever eaten.

More importantly, it had an effect that real sirloin could never have. No matter how much you ate, you would never get tired of it, and it could also enhance your body.

Bite after bite of steak went down his throat, transforming into a cool breath flowing throughout his body, his attributes steadily increasing.

At this rate, Alexander’s current amount of ghostly energy would be enough to strengthen his body for one to two months, it was not a problem to increase his attributes by more than ten points.

Of course, Alexander also remembered to leave a small piece of steak for Karl, who shed tears at its deliciousness.

The night deepens.

Having been hungry and tired all day, the chosen ones ate something and couldn’t resist falling asleep. Even Jessica, who was supposed to be on the first shift, quickly drifted into dreams.

The silvery, cold moonlight spilled onto the earth, like a thin layer of frost.

A gray figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the small building.

He was a hulking man with a face full of scars, holding a boning knife.

As he moved, gusts of chilling wind howled, instilling terror.

The man slowly walked over to Jessica, extending his hand and lightly tapping her forehead twice with his fingers.

However, the next second, he suddenly sniffed his nose, his gaze firmly fixed on Karl to the side.

"Smells... so good!"

Murmuring, the man took two steps forward and lightly tapped Karl’s forehead twice.

"Is it not ripe yet? Impossible! It smells so good!"

Seeing no reaction, confusion appeared in the man’s eyes. He extended his hand again and tapped twice more.

Over and over, each tap heavier than the last, until a knocking sound was heard.

In fact, when the man appeared, his chilling aura woke everyone up, but no one dared to move, including Karl who was being tapped on the head.

However, seeing the man’s strength growing heavier and heavier, and fearing that he would be cracked open if he didn’t make a sound, Karl finally couldn’t help but tremble and said:

"What...what on earth do you want?"

"Eating watermelon!" The man replied, then grinned broadly, his teeth revealing traces of blood and flesh, and he happily said with a foul breath:

"It’s ringing, the melon is ripe! Let’s eat watermelon!"

Saying so, like an innocent child, he raised the sharp knife in his hand and aimed it at Karl’s forehead.