If You Are Dead, You Are a Dead Sheep
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen, upon seeing the chef, thought to himself, "Has she returned for the head? But she'd have to dig into our stomachs if she wanted it back! And that would be no trouble for her."
"Oh, uh, the head? We thought you had no need for it, so we ate it." Han Sen began stepping back, bringing Bao'er firmly back into his arms.
Han Sen knew how strong she was through the Serpent Throne's replication of her, but this was the genuine her. This was her as a demi-god now, too. If he could, Han Sen wanted to avoid a fight.
Immediately, he took off running. He knew she enjoyed feeding the entity Dragon Eater, and not wanting to take a chance of getting spit-roasted for a midnight snack, he thought it best to scram.
Han Sen had a fitness level of 7500. If he wanted to rival primitive creatures in strength, he'd have to get that figure up to 10,000.