Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

This time, Howard felt that the journey with the devil was too long.

The cave covered with gold seemed to have no end. Howard felt that he had been walking for almost a week, during which time he had not drunk a drop of water or eaten a grain of food.

The demon seemed completely unaware of this. He walked briskly ahead and patiently introduced the many treasures he saw along the way. It seemed that he wanted to continue to arouse Howard's desire for wealth. At first, Howard could still listen to some of it, but as the feeling of hunger became dominant, Howard no longer heard a word.

Now Howard was holding on to a wooden stick that he had picked up from somewhere and was moving forward slowly.

Howard looked at his arms. Although his arms were not strong, they still had some flesh. But now there was only a piece of yellow and shriveled skin stuck to the bones, hanging loosely.

When people are hungry, they will first consume the blood sugar stored in the body, and then consume the stored fat. When the fat is completely consumed, they will begin to break down muscles.

When it comes to the stage of muscle breakdown, it means that the person is not far from starving to death.

Now Howard's muscles are almost exhausted. He touched his arm with his hand. There is no flesh under the skin. Apart from bones and atrophied blood vessels, the only things left are ligaments for connection.

Howard didn't feel hungry now because his stomach and intestines had long since died. When he first felt hungry, his stomach and intestines churned violently in his abdominal cavity, protesting by secreting large amounts of gastric acid that burned the stomach wall.

But as his hunger deepened, these organs gradually lost the strength to move, and Howard felt that his entire digestive system began to dehydrate and shrink like a piece of seaweed washed up on the beach.

In the end, Howard could no longer feel the existence of his stomach and intestines. They seemed to have turned into a whole piece of stone hanging in his empty abdominal cavity by the esophagus. Howard felt that every time he took a step, the stone hanging in his abdominal cavity would swing like a pendulum, pulling the ground painfully.

Howard made a swallowing motion, but there was no saliva in his mouth at this time. He swallowed only dry air, which passed through his throat like swallowing a knife.

The crutch slipped from Howard's hand, and Howard, without support, fell to the ground. He couldn't stop coughing, but his vocal cords had long since withered and could not make any sound. He could only make a wheezing sound like an asthma patient. So Howard used his last bit of strength to struggle to raise his head, looking in the direction of the demon with his foggy eyes, while roaring in his heart:

If you don’t care about me anymore, I will really die in front of you!

"Okay, okay, I know you're hungry. Our chef took a little longer to prepare the welcome banquet for you. Please bear with me." The devil turned around and looked at the protagonist, and at the same time pushed open a door that had appeared out of nowhere.

The door slowly opened a crack, and the aroma of food wafted out from behind the door.

Howard's eyes, which were about to close, suddenly widened. His brain, based on the aromas, conjured up a near-physical illusion: freshly baked donuts drizzled with chocolate sauce and sprinkled with icing sugar; a goose stuffed with fillings, roasted over a fruit wood fire, sizzling and dripping with oil; a lobster, its back slit open, neatly stacked on ice, its flesh still trembling slightly; and a delicious, rich cream of mushroom soup...

Gulu gulu gulu gulu...

The dying intestines finally regained consciousness and used their last bit of strength to issue a final protest. They stirred frantically in Howard's abdominal cavity, as if issuing him a final ultimatum: if he didn't eat, he would die in pain.

Howard used his hands, which were like dead branches, to support himself and stood up. His heart was beating like a war drum, and he supplied his last strength to his whole body. Howard gasped and pounced on his target as if he was pounced on flesh and blood.

When Howard rushed through the door, he discovered that the feast before him was a thousand times more abundant than he had imagined in his mind! Ten thousand times more!

Donuts stacked on a giant plate stretched to the dome like the Tower of Babel. Cream cakes as big as amusement park carousels were sprinkled with nuts and filled with chocolate nutcracker figurines. Perfectly roasted suckling pigs and roast geese danced in the air wearing chef hats, and wine and juice flowed like rivers.

It’s all blue here!

Howard threw himself on the cake without caring about his image and demeanor, and casually took off a large piece of cake mixed with cream, bread and almonds and stuffed it into his mouth.

But just as he was about to take a bite, Howard suddenly saw the food in his hand turned into rotten meat crawling with insects.

The food was delivered to Howard's mouth. He opened his mouth to the point where it was almost dislocated, but at this moment it seemed as if two wooden sticks were put into his mouth to block it, and he couldn't bite it no matter what he did.

So hungry so hungry so hungry so hungry so hungry so hungry so hungry so hungry so hungry so hungry…

Bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite...

Even if I die of poison, it's better than starving to death...

A voice echoed in Howard's mind.

"Aha……"

Howard opened his mouth wide and looked at the delicious food in his hand, his expression distorted beyond recognition. If his body functions allowed, he would definitely be in tears now.

Hunger is the longest-standing human suffering. According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, the human need for food and water is more fundamental than safety. In other words, given the choice between starvation and poisoning, millions of years of biological instinct tell you to go the other way.

Howard knew that there was something wrong with the food in front of him, but the feeling of hunger was about to drive him crazy. He wanted to throw his brain away and stuff the food in his hand into his mouth desperately, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't move at all.

He stuck out his tongue like a hanged man to lick the cream on the cake, but the tip of his tongue always missed the target by a tiny amount.

"Woooo..."

He let out a cry of grievance and pain, like a puppy with a broken leg.

"What's wrong? Don't you like the food?" The demon feigned confusion, then offered comforting words: "Although some of the ingredients here may look strange, the taste is definitely beyond your imagination. Whether it's humans or our compatriots, many can't stop eating after the first bite, and won't stop until their stomachs burst."

Howard knew very well that the phrase "not giving up until his stomach bursts" probably did not use any exaggerated rhetoric.

"Come, don't be afraid." As he said that, the devil used his tail to roll up a grape with dew and icing on its crystal surface, then gently bit it with his teeth and moved it in front of Howard, as if he was going to feed him mouth to mouth.

Howard's pupils trembled. He knew that he had to choose between the food in his hands and the food in the devil's mouth. Finally, his sanity, which he had held on to with great difficulty, broke, and blood flowed instead of tears. He roared strangely and bit towards his hands.