Slurp, slurp!
From deep within the Skull Repository, filled with brains, came the constant sounds of devouring flesh.
Eugenes stood respectfully to the side, watching the elder's feeding process.
Although he felt a bit pained by the creature being eaten, it was voluntary... considered a tribute for the blessing once given to his entire tribe by the other party.
Professor Morgan was voraciously consuming a special brain with a chrysanthemum-like opening at the top.
The consumption of such high-quality brains quickly replenished his own brain matter loss,
and the negative emotion of "Endless Greed" was gradually fading away.
"No wonder they were a technological race capable of competing with my clan in ancient times... the brains of these guys still taste so unique! As compensation, I'll give you some researchers."
Indeed.
What Professor Morgan was consuming was from the "Elder Race," voluntarily offered up by Eugenes from the Black Flesh Mountain.
