It wasn't just Phinks.
Feitan had already turned his gaze in that direction as well.
Both of them stared straight toward the source of the fragrance, almost unable to move their eyes away.
Even Phinks and Feitan, who were quite far away, could smell the aroma.
So there was no need to mention Uvogin and Machi, who were standing right at the scene.
The moment that fragrance burst out—
As the two people closest to it, their throats rolled almost simultaneously.
And Uvogin, in particular, was practically drooling from the smell.
"This is meat!!!"
Inside the coconut-like black fruit were chunks of fragrant meat.
They looked like the most tender and flavorful cuts taken from a fat pig—carefully cooked into a dish that released an irresistible aroma.
Piece after piece of meat sat inside the black shell, constantly releasing waves of tempting fragrance.
The glutton inside Uvogin had already begun raging wildly.
His mouth filled rapidly with saliva.
His tongue and nose were screaming at him—
Eat it. Eat it now.
And under that overwhelming urge—
CHOMP!!
Uvogin could no longer endure it.
He plunged his hand into the black fruit.
Ignoring the steam rising from it and completely disregarding the burning heat on his fingers, he grabbed a huge chunk of meat and stuffed it straight into his mouth.
Chomp chomp.
The rich flavor exploded instantly inside Uvogin's mouth.
The fatty, tender meat was chewed wildly.
Juices burst everywhere inside his mouth, some even running down from the corners of his lips.
"So good! This is amazing!!!"
If this had been the old Uvogin, he definitely wouldn't have let those precious meat juices drip out.
But right now he couldn't care less.
There was still so much meat left inside the fruit.
He wished he could shove all of it into his mouth immediately.
In fact, Uvogin even felt his mouth was too small, unable to swallow everything at once.
After all—
When you've grown up poor…
When you've grown up hungry…
Or perhaps more accurately—
When you've never tasted anything this good before.
This was the first time Uvogin had ever eaten meat this delicious.
He was practically drowning in bliss.
As he kept eating, he subconsciously turned his back toward Machi.
Yes.
Uvogin had begun guarding his food.
Machi: "..."
Seriously?
It's not like I'm some glutton!!
Machi glanced calmly at Uvogin's back.
On the surface she looked as composed as ever.
But her throat rolled slightly again.
It couldn't be helped.
The smell of that meat was simply too fragrant.
For a brief moment, Machi even regretted choosing fried rice.
Maybe she should have asked for meat too.
But judging from how fragrant the food was—and from the way Uvogin was devouring it with such satisfaction—
It was obvious the taste must be incredible.
That made Machi feel a little anticipation.
She wanted to see what kind of fried rice Arvin Locke would produce.
While Machi waited with expectation—
Inside the church screening room…
Gulp.
Both Chrollo and Pakunoda swallowed unconsciously.
Even though they couldn't smell the aroma from inside the room—
Just looking at the steaming meat pieces, their enticing color, and Uvogin stuffing them into his mouth while juice splashed everywhere…
The scene alone was enough to awaken the hunger deep inside anyone's stomach.
Especially in a place like Meteor City, where food almost never had any oil or richness.
This was an absolute temptation.
Even a genius like Chrollo, who had been exceptionally intelligent since childhood—
Found his thinking momentarily frozen when he saw Uvogin devouring meat like that.
Why did the syringe and potion appear out of nowhere?
Why did inserting the syringe into the tree make the branch bloom and bear fruit so quickly?
Why did the branch grow a coconut-like black fruit?
Why did opening the fruit reveal delicious meat inside?
All those questions that completely defied logic and his understanding of the world—
Were completely forgotten at this moment.
In this regard, Uvogin could definitely qualify as an excellent food streamer.
And Chrollo, after all, was still just a child who grew up in Meteor City.
He had spent most of his life rummaging through garbage piles and ruins looking for useful things.
Food like big chunks of meat…
He had never eaten it before.
Still—
Chrollo was Chrollo.
With tremendous willpower, he forcibly tore his gaze away from Uvogin—
—or more precisely, from the meat in Uvogin's hands.
Then he looked again at Arvin Locke.
Arvin Locke had opened another vial, drawn the liquid into a syringe, and injected it into the tree once more.
Chrollo had always been curious about what exactly that object was.
Something capable of changing the nature of a tree and making it grow edible fruit.
And then—
Chrollo silently watched as the same tree produced another identical black coconut-like fruit.
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