The thought of a 'hearty breakfast' as soon as it appeared, spread uncontrollably in Jason's mind.
The thoughts in his mind, tugged at his stomach.
His stomach moved slightly.
Suddenly, Jason's unique scent began to drift away.
That was the scent of having an idea in the heart, that everything is food!
That was, 'predator'!
In the morning sun, a faint silhouette emerged behind Jason.
In the warm sunlight, it appeared even darker, more profound.
The huge figure, with blood-red eyes, scanned the surroundings.
The next moment, it opened its massive jaws and howled to the sky—
The members of 'Golden Wind' who flocked over almost simultaneously perceived this intangible silhouette, which seemed like smoke and mist to ordinary people, and they all paused in their tracks.
An immense pressure descended from the sky.
At this moment, in their hearts, they all rose to the illusion that they were like goods on a deli shelf, being scanned by a customer.
It was just an illusion!
These 'Golden Wind' members would never think of themselves as goods on a deli shelf!
But one by one, they became uncertain.
A trap called in our names, under the pretense of 'infiltrators'?
Some 'Golden Wind' members even thought of this subconsciously.
They began to look around.
They carefully surveyed their surroundings.
At this time, Delbon immediately came over from the side, first smiling at the 'Golden Wind' members, then he whispered to Jason.
"Mr. Jason, please rest assured, they are all members of 'Golden Wind,' not enemies!"
This member stationed at the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' from the 'Clock Tower' obviously misunderstood something.
But such words were useful enough. After a slight start, the huge, dark shadow that ordinary people couldn't see behind Jason disappeared immediately.
At the same time, Jason's reason, which had been restraining 'hunger', once again took the upper hand.
Jason took a deep breath and furrowed his brows subconsciously.
He, once again, found his weakness.
Although he had restrained himself as much as possible, when faced with a large number of 'foods', hunger would still take the lead.
"At my current level, I can maintain my reason only when facing one or two 'foods'?"
"Any more than that...not enough!"
"What I need is to make all decisions by myself, not be driven by 'desire' to make decisions!"
"I will not be a puppet!"
With this thought, Jason's previously somewhat blurry goal gradually became clear—
I don't want to be a ruthless, thoughtless eating machine!
I want to be a gourmet with ideals and aspirations!
"Jason, are you alright?"
The old instructor asked.
Unlike Delbon, the much stronger old instructor keenly noticed Jason's difference before.
He could clearly feel that just a moment ago, there was a power that was both in control and uncontrollable that appeared on Jason.
He couldn't precisely identify where that power came from, but one thing was certain, it was terrifying!
So terrifying that even an old fellow like him, who had been through countless blood and fire battles, felt an instant pressure and fear, so much so that he would break out in a cold sweat.
What could that power be?
The old instructor speculated in his heart, and his gaze towards Jason became even more concerned.
He didn't want anything unexpected to happen to Jason, who had restored honor for Larson.
Moreover, for a warrior with talent like Jason, any accidental change would be a disaster for the entire world!
The old instructor did not wish to see that happen!
After all, it meant he and his companions would have to face Jason in battle.
No matter the outcome, familiar people would be lost.
That would be the scenario he hated the most.
Jason replied to the old instructor.
At this moment, having identified his life's goal, Jason's eyes behind the mask were more lucid than ever, even clear and bright, revealing an unprecedented determination.
Seeing those bright eyes, the old instructor immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
That was the look of a true warrior!
Warriors with such eyes already know what they want and how to get it.
Such warriors will definitely be unstoppable, boldly cutting through obstacles.
They will never fall!
That just a moment ago...
Was it tempering himself?
With a sigh of relief, recalling the scene just now, the old instructor quickly came to a conclusion.
Embedding a power within oneself, using one's will as both spear and shield, and constantly fighting against it, every battle becomes an act of self-improvement; after each one, the spear is bound to become sharper, and the shield even more robust.
Eventually, that power will become nourishment completely, everything needed for growth!
Such a method is undoubtedly efficient.
One misstep could lead to death.
With Jason's talent, there was no need to adopt such a method; methodical progression would ensure reaching heights unattainable by others.
Yet Jason chose this path!
Does he not only have talent but also tenacity and bravery?
The old instructor pondered, watching Jason standing in the morning sun, and felt as if a gleam of light had appeared around him.
That was the light of a warrior!
Heaven on the left, warriors to the right!
The old instructor had no more words of persuasion.