Chapter 71: Erosion of Original Sin_1

Motan slept past noon...

It seemed rather incredible to him. He knew he'd been messing up his biological clock because of some addictive virtual game recently, but waking up around noon with a groggy head was the first time in decades.

Of course, he didn't particularly care now, even finding time to watch a bit of the show "Wild Pig Davis" on TV.

"Hmm, everyone, men and women, old and young, are bathing in the same hole. That's seriously communal," said Motan as he watched the pink wild pigs dancing across the screen with their phantom trailing images. He nodded somberly, "It should be an adult-rated cartoon and yet it's played freely on many kids' channels."

God knows what this slightly abnormal guy was thinking, especially right now.

Twenty minutes later, Motan, whose attempt at developing a new dish failed, sat at his computer desk with a strange concoction, looking pleased.