Chapter 1566

"Ah!"

Gray Mist suddenly let out a shriek.

Shiler was startled and asked in his mind, "What's wrong?"

"The cafeteria is closed!" Gray Mist replied. He muttered a few more times, seemingly searching for something in the Mind Palace. After a while, a voice of even greater shock came: "I have nothing to eat!!"

"What do you mean?" Shiler asked.

Gray Mist was silent for a while longer, as if communicating with the other Shilers in the Mind Palace. After a long while, his voice, filled with shock and despair, said: "No one is providing meals anymore!"

"Greed isn't providing meals anymore?!!" The intense shock in Gray Mist's tone almost infected Shiler. Shiler sent over a feeling of confusion. Gray Mist was silent for a long time again, seemingly not knowing how to explain it.

After a while, Gray Mist's consciousness finally became clear and distinct again, and more so than ever before, as if he had projected all his attention onto Shiler.

"Greed said I've grown up and need to learn to hunt for myself. From now on, the High Tower cafeteria won't be providing meals."

Shiler felt the emotions coming from Gray Mist. He was stunned for a moment, then said with slight surprise, "You don't mean you want me to provide meals, do you?"

But Eddie's problem was that before the Mind Palace was established, his method of controlling his body was completely different from ordinary people. The method of controlling the body by a sentient being with multiple personality trait fragments that could take turns controlling the body, with the front and back ends not affecting each other, was clearly not something Gray Mist could figure out. So, in reality, it was still Shiler controlling the body, and Gray Mist was just providing his own abilities for Eddie to use.

Peter just wanted to fly closer to ask carefully what was going on, but Shiler hurriedly retreated, always keeping a certain distance from Peter, and signaled him with gestures not to come over.

"But you aren't a symbiote..."

"And those two bugs over there..."

"Aren't you also Shiler?" Gray Mist retorted, and he said quite righteously: "Besides, you need me more than the other Shilers do. The work I've done following you for half a day is more than what I've done following the other Shilers for half a year."

Theoretically speaking, as long as there was enough time, Gray Mist could use this method to scrape all the Zerg to death. But he really couldn't stand it anymore. If this was 100% physical damage to the enemy, then it was 1,000% mental damage to himself.

After the battle on the front line reached a stalemate, the method the Zerg found to break the situation was to use Zerg-swarm tactics to occupy as much cosmic territory as possible. They believed this would allow them to plunder enough resources to sustain the war through war.

Gray Mist sent over a negative emotion. Shiler thought about it and felt it wasn't unexpected. With Greed's personality, it would be considered considerate of him if he didn't make Gray Mist vomit from overeating.

Just like that, Shiler quite decisively abandoned this team of scientist teammates and drifted alone into the depths of the universe, preparing to find a qualified meal ticket for Gray Mist.

Sloth had a very clear understanding of his own abilities, and the same went for his luck. He didn't believe he could find enough food relying on his own abilities; it was faster to find a group of reliable teammates.

They had drifted all this way, and Gray Mist hadn't found anything to eat, though he had fought plenty of battles with the Zerg.

"First of all, what do you eat?" Eddie asked.

But it was precisely because Gray Mist grew up in such an environment that even when he thought he was a symbiote, he only felt a bit greedy at the very beginning. Later, after Eddie got a wave of energy from the Cosmic Demon God Co-Prosperity Project, Gray Mist got sick of eating.

"But if it takes a lot of effort to fight them, but in the end, you can't get good enough food, isn't that a big loss?"

Eddie ultimately chose to turn and fly away. Anyway, without him, the others should be able to return to Earth faster and obtain enough information from the Zerg corpses to contribute to the human coalition. As for him, he had to find a way to find food for Gray Mist first.

And unfortunately, Sloth was clearly also lazy. With two lazy dogs together, the consequences could be imagined. The two of them had absolutely no clue where to find food.

"Greed... Greed! Hurry, go release that little guy in the asylum! Immediately, right now!"

"Too ugly, the shell is too thick, the wings look a bit prickly to the mouth, and the smell is bad. It doesn't look tasty."

And clearly, Gray Mist was already quite patient for the High Tower. The group of Eddies who had been waiting in the theater early on to watch an action movie had each fallen asleep an average of three times during the two's interstellar roaming.

"Then why can't you eat the brains of those two bugs?" Shiler asked.

Gray Mist mumbled a bunch of things. After feeling Shiler's disdain, he said: "Fine, I should say I eat everything Greed brings back."

As for where exactly he could find food, Eddie wasn't sure either, so he could only drift aimlessly in the universe, looking for possible food sources.

Eddie rarely used Gray Mist to fight; it was either used for traveling or scouting. This resulted in Gray Mist having no experience in frontal combat. He didn't even know if he had offensive capabilities. Coupled with Sloth, who specialized in slacking off, they could simply be called the "Sleeping Dragon and Phoenix" of the frontal combat world.

Suddenly, Eddie realized a problem. At this time, Peter, who had just been blasted away, was flying back unsteadily. He just wanted to come back and ask Eddie what the explosion just now was about, when he saw Eddie gesture to him not to come over.

After hearing this question, Gray Mist was actually silent for a while, as if thinking. After the silence ended, he said: "I eat everything."

"Have you never found food for yourself before?" Eddie asked tentatively.

Later, Arrogance got hold of some Madness Wine. Gray Mist had even had enough of Madness Wine mixed with Fear Toxin. Whenever he wanted to eat, he would just dive into the warehouse and eat, eat, eat, eat. When had he ever been hungry?

Eddie thought about it. Greed did often pick up things and bring them into the Mind Palace, but after bringing them back, he mostly took them to his room to process them himself before throwing them into the warehouse. The other Shilers didn't know how he processed them, nor did they know what those things would ultimately be used for.

Gray Mist attributed it to a matter of dietary habits. What he had eaten since he was young had subtly cultivated his taste. Therefore, although he wasn't actually a true symbiote, his tastes leaned toward symbiotes, preferring food that could make his tactile nerves feel dopamine, usually the brains of sentient beings.

A common situation is that in a family where parents take care of everything too meticulously, and the child is fed and clothed without effort, it leads to weak self-care ability. Gray Mist didn't have the endless appetite of other symbiotes or the strong hunting desire spawned by appetite. In that sense, Gray Mist was a lazy dog.

The universe is big, but it's also small. Although Eddie had dealt with many Cosmic Demon Gods, if scattered into the vast universe, they were but a drop in the ocean. Eddie didn't have such good luck to just happen to run into one that would satisfy Gray Mist's cravings.

Gray Mist never had a "substitute fighter" function from the beginning to the end. Venom could create a cool mask for Eddie and control Eddie's body to deal with enemies because Eddie was just an ordinary human. The method for an ordinary human to control their body is actually quite simple. Venom could easily replace Shiler's nerves with his own symbiote factors to control the body for him.

The information Gray Mist transmitted had a very obvious momentary interruption, as if he were stunned. Then he started thinking about why he, not being a symbiote, would like to eat brains.

Now Eddie at least knew the whereabouts of some of those things: Greed would feed some of the things he brought back to Gray Mist.

"Makes sense."

"They aren't smart enough, so the taste of their brains definitely isn't good enough."

The main way the two of them dealt with these high-health, high-defense bugs was "scraping." Gray Mist used his mist factors to wear down the energy shields, then decomposed the bugs' shells, and finally dug out their vital organs. However, the advantage was that because Gray Mist was in the form of mist, the coverage area was large, so he could scrape several targets at the same time.

Shiler was speechless, and what made him even more silent was that Gray Mist's emotions carried a deep sense of sorrow. The reason for the sorrow was mainly that he seemed to have fully realized that Sloth Eddie couldn't be counted on at all.

"You're so hungry, yet you're still a picky eater?"

Teammates are of course the stronger and more numerous the better, but the problem is that now that Eddie is returning to the main force, the brains of geniuses like Stark would make Gray Mist crave them so much he'd be squealing. Even for the safety of the Interstellar Coalition, Eddie had to stay as far away as possible from outposts where geniuses were everywhere.

"Anyway, I can eat energy," Gray Mist thought for a moment and then said, "Brains should be fine too."

Eddie thought about it. He felt he really needed to weigh the cost-effectiveness of Gray Mist's food, because he was neither like Greed, who could quietly order others to do work, nor like Moonlight Shiler, who could fight others without pressure. Thus, Gray Mist was almost his only hope. Letting Gray Mist be full was still very important.

Eddie gestured for a long time, but the others didn't understand what he meant. But this was also normal, because the content of the sentence "My symbiote thinks your brains are very fragrant; if you get close, it might make him hungrier, and there's a possibility you'll lose your brains forever" simply couldn't be gestured out.

And the Morbid one sitting in the very front row finally couldn't take it anymore when Sloth and Gray Mist selected their 187th scraping target.

Doom, who had also just been blasted away, was in the same situation. Then, because they were far away and had a planet to shield them from the impact, Banner and Otto, who had luckily escaped with their lives, saw Eddie gesturing at them non-stop and thought there was still some unknown danger on the scene, so they didn't dare to approach rashly.

Therefore, the Zerg nest under the Three-Lady King began to do its best to produce troops. The newborn Zerg produced were not for fighting on the front lines, but for occupying dimensions and celestial bodies as much as possible. Therefore, the vast majority were more focused on defense. To use a game analogy, they were those kinds of "poop monsters" with thick shields and high health, who would hang a slow-down buff on you if you tried to pass them.

Passing through two star systems along the way, this one person and one mist really were about to vomit from "scraping." Shiler didn't restore his human form at all, and there were no weapons that could hurt Gray Mist's main body. This way of fighting was very safe, just too annoying.