Chapter 1602: The Sun Chaser (Forty-Three)

"Ah!"

Gray Mist suddenly screamed.

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

"The cafeteria is closed!" Gray Mist replied. He grumbled a few times, as if he was looking for something in the Hall of Thought. After a while, a more shocked voice came: "I have no food to eat!!"

"What do you mean?" Schiller asked.

Gray Mist was silent for a while, as if communicating with other Schillers in the Hall of Thought. After a while, he said in a shocked and desperate voice: "No one cares about food!"

"Greed doesn't care about food?!!" The strong shock in Gray Mist's tone almost infected Schiller. Schiller sent a puzzled emotion, and Gray Mist was silent for a long time, as if he didn't know how to explain.

After a while, Gray Mist's consciousness finally became clear again, and clearer than before, as if all his attention was projected on Schiller.

"Greedy said I've grown up and need to learn to hunt on my own. The cafeteria in the tower will not provide meals anymore."

Schiller felt the emotions coming from the gray fog. He was stunned for a moment, then said with a little surprise: "You don't want me to provide meals, do you?"

"Aren't you also a Schiller?" Gray Mist asked back, and he said very confidently: "And you need me more than other Schillers. I have done more work with you in half a day than I have done with other Schillers in half a year."

Schiller was speechless, and what made him even more silent was that there was a strong sadness in the gray fog's emotions. The main reason for the sadness was that he seemed to have fully realized that lazy Schiller could not be relied on at all.

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

Gray Mist sent a negative emotion. Schiller thought about it and felt that it was not unexpected. With Greedy's character, he was considerate if he didn't vomit out Gray Mist.

But it is precisely because Gray Mist grew up in this environment that even when he thought he was a symbiote, he only felt a little greedy at the beginning. Later, Schiller got a wave of energy from the Cosmic Demon God Co-wealth Project, and Gray Mist got sick of it.

Later, Pride got Crazy Wine, and Gray Mist drank enough Crazy Wine mixed with Fear Poison. Whenever he wanted to eat, he would dive into the warehouse and eat, ... After hearing this question, Gray Mist was silent for a while, as if he was thinking. After the silence ended, he said, "I eat everything."

"The two bugs over there..."

"Too ugly, too thick shells, wings look a bit prickly, and the smell is bad, it doesn't look delicious."

Gray Mist mumbled for a while, and after feeling Schiller's contempt, he said, "Well, it should be said that I eat everything that Greed brings back."

Schiller thought about it. Greed did often pick up things in the Thinking Tower, but after picking them up, he mostly took them back to his room to process them, and then threw them into the warehouse. Schiller didn't know how he processed the rest, nor did he know what those things would be used for in the end.

Now Schiller at least knows where some of them go, that is, Greed will feed some of the things he brings back to Gray Mist.

"Anyway, I can definitely eat energy." Gray Mist thought for a moment, then said, "The brain should be OK, too."

"But you're not a symbiote..."

The information Gray Mist conveyed was obviously interrupted for a moment, as if he was stunned, and then he began to think about why he liked to eat brains when he was not a symbiote.

Gray Mist attributed it to a problem of eating habits. He had been eating these since he was a child, which subtly cultivated his taste. Therefore, although he was not actually a real symbiote, his taste was close to that of a symbiote, and he liked food that could make his tactile nerves feel dopamine, usually the brains of intelligent life.

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

"They are not smart enough, so their brains must not taste good enough."

"You are so hungry, but you are still picky about food?"

"But if I fight them hard and don't get good enough food in the end, wouldn't it be a big loss?"

"That makes sense."

Schiller thought about it and felt that he really had to weigh the cost-effectiveness of Gray Mist's food, because he was not like Greedy who could calmly order others to work, nor was he like Moonlight Schiller who could fight with others without pressure. Gray Mist was almost his only hope, so it was important to keep Gray Mist full.

Suddenly, Schiller realized a problem, and Peter, who had just been blown away, was flying back unsteadily. He was about to come back to ask Schiller what happened to the explosion just now, when he saw Schiller gesture to him, telling him not to come over.

The same happened to Doom, who had just been blown away. Then, because they were far away and there were planets to resist the impact, Banner and Otto, who had escaped by chance, saw Schiller gesturing at them constantly, and thought there was still some unknown danger at the scene, so they didn't dare to approach rashly.

Peter was about to fly closer to ask what was going on, and Schiller hurriedly retreated, always keeping a certain distance from Peter, and gestured to him not to come over.

Schiller gestured for a long time, and several people didn't understand what he meant, but this was also normal, because the content of the sentence "My symbiote thinks your brain is very fragrant, and your approach may make him hungrier and may lose your brain forever" is not something that can be gestured at all.

Schiller finally chose to turn around and fly away. 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 Fog first.

In this way, Schiller simply abandoned this group of scientist teammates and drifted to the depths of the universe alone, preparing to find a qualified meal ticket for Gray Fog.

Laziness has a very clear understanding of his own abilities, and the same is true for his luck. He does not think that he can find enough food by his abilities, but it is faster to find a group of reliable teammates.

Of course, the stronger the teammates, the better, the more the better, but the problem is that if Schiller returns to the main force now, the brains of geniuses like Stark will make Gray Fog squeak. Even for the safety of the interstellar coalition, Schiller has to stay as far away from the outposts full of geniuses as possible.

As for where to find food, Schiller is not sure, so he can only drift aimlessly in the universe, looking for possible food sources.

The universe is neither big nor small. Although Schiller has dealt with many cosmic demons, if they are scattered in the vast universe, they are just a drop in the ocean. Schiller is not so lucky that he can just meet one to satisfy Gray Mist's craving.

As they drifted all the way here, Gray Mist didn't find anything to eat, and he had a lot of fights with the Zerg.

After the battle on the front line was deadlocked, the way the Zerg found to break the deadlock was to use the Zerg Sea Tactics to occupy as much space as possible in the universe. They believed that this would allow them to plunder enough resources to support the war.

Therefore, the Zerg nests under the command of the three queens began to do their best to explode the troops. The new Zerg produced were not for fighting on the front line, but for occupying as many dimensions and celestial bodies as possible, so most of them were more focused on defense. If you use the game as an analogy, it is the kind of dung monster with thick shields and high blood, which will be slowed down if you try to pass it in front of you.

Gray Mist has never had the function of a substitute player. Venom can make a cool mask for Eddie and control Eddie's body to fight against the enemy because Eddie is just an ordinary human. The way ordinary humans control their bodies is actually simple. Venom can easily replace Eddie's nerves with his symbiont factor and control his body for him.

But Schiller's problem is that after the Mind Tower was built, his way of controlling his body is completely different from that of ordinary people. The way an intelligent life with multiple personality trait fragments that can control the body in turn and the front and back ends do not affect each other is obviously not something that Gray Mist can figure out. So in fact, Schiller is still controlling the body, and Gray Mist only provides his abilities to Schiller.

Schiller rarely uses Gray Mist to fight, either to hurry or to explore, which leads to Gray Mist having no experience in frontal combat. He doesn't even know if he has the ability to attack. Coupled with the laziness of playing badly, he can be called a crouching dragon and a phoenix in the frontal combat world.

The main way they deal with these high-health and high-defense bugs is scraping. Gray Mist uses his mist factor to wear down the energy shield, then decomposes the bug's shell, and finally takes out their important organs. However, the advantage is that because Gray Mist is in the form of mist and covers a large area, it can scrape several objects at the same time.

Passing through two star systems, this man and fog are really going to vomit from scraping. Schiller does not recover his human form at all, and no weapon can hurt Gray Mist's body. This way of fighting is very safe, but too annoying.

Theoretically, as long as the time is long enough, Gray Mist can use this method to scrape all Zergs to death, but he really can't stand it. If this is 100% physical damage to the enemy, then the mental damage to himself is 1,000%.

And it is obvious that Gray Mist is already a very patient existence in the tower. A group of Schillers who waited in the theater early to watch a martial arts movie fell asleep an average of three times during the two people's interstellar wandering.

And when Sloth and Gray Fog selected the 162nd scraping target, Morbid, who was sitting in the front row, could no longer bear it.

"Greed... Greed! Hurry up and release the little guy from the asylum! Now, right now!"