What are you running?

Zone 1521.

Late at night, acid rain drizzled down.

Ming took a bite of the bird meat. It was a bit charred, but the taste was still acceptable.

"Eh?"

He found the taste of this bird strangely similar to the ones Alan often brought.

Could it be... well, it's not strange for birds that look alike to exist in this world.

After finishing his meal, Ming walked around in his room, starting to habitually think about things. After all, his current mental state was incredibly high, at 1400+. He was constantly thinking. Of course, serious people think about serious matters.

Those who aren't serious surely think about other things.

He, however, was a serious person.

This was certain.

"Right~"

Ming let the porcupine out. It had told Da Vinci that its quills could regenerate, and they wouldn't regenerate if it stayed in the puppet space.