It wasn't just Phinks; Feitan had also fixed his gaze early on.
They both stared straight in the direction from which that fragrance came, hardly able to move their eyes away.
Even though Phinks and Feitan's pair were some distance away, they could still smell it.
Not to mention Uvogin and Machi, who were already at the scene.
The moment the fragrance erupted, the two were the first to be directly impacted by it.
Their throats rolled uncontrollably almost simultaneously.
Uvogin, in particular, was drooling over the delicious aroma.
"It's meat!"
He looked at the black, coconut-like fruit, inside which sat pieces of steaming, fragrant meat.
It was cut from the fattest, juiciest, most tender part of a big, plump pig, and after being specially cooked, it became a dish radiating an irresistible aroma.
Piece after piece was nestled inside that black coconut fruit, sending out waves of rich, tempting fragrance.
The tip of his tongue and nose conveyed to Uvogin his desire to get closer to these large pieces of meat.
And under this overwhelming desire…
Crack!
Unable to bear it any longer, Uvogin thrust his hand directly into the black coconut fruit.
Ignoring the steaming hot meat and without caring about the burning sensation on his hand, he took a large piece of meat and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Slurp.
The rich aroma instantly erupted in Uvogin's mouth.
He chewed the fat, tender meat frantically.
The rich juices splattered all over his body, some even trickling out from the corners of his mouth. "Delicious, so delicious!"
Normally, Uvogin would never let meat juice leak from his mouth like that.
But right now, he couldn't care less.
There was still so much meat inside that black coconut fruit, he wanted nothing more than to cram all of it into his mouth at once.
In fact, Uvogin now felt that his mouth was too small to fit all the meat in immediately.
There was nothing he could do. He was afraid of poverty... Afraid of hunger... Or should I say, afraid of greed?
He had never eaten such delicious food before. The first time he tasted such fragrant, large pieces of meat, he almost fell head over heels.
So much so that while he ate, he subconsciously turned his back to Machi.
Well, Uvogin had learned to protect his food.
Machi: "..."
Really? Was that necessary?
I'm not a glutton!
Machi glanced at Uvogin's back, still looking as calm and composed as ever. But her throat inadvertently rolled again.
There was no way; the aroma of meat was simply too fragrant.
It made Machi slightly regret her choice of fried rice.
She should have chosen some meat and savored it!
But since Luke had produced something so fragrant, and seeing how Uvogin was devouring it with such relish, it was clear that it would taste quite good.
This also gave Machi a slight sense of anticipation.
Let's see what kind of fried rice Luke would produce!
While Machi was anticipating, inside the church's screening room...
"Gulp."
Inside the room, Chrollo and Pakunoda were also swallowing their saliva.
Although they couldn't smell the aroma from their room, the sight of the large pieces of meat radiating heat and their alluring color was enough to captivate them.
And then there was Uvogin chewing frantically, slurping away the juices.
Such scenes truly whetted their appetite.
Especially in Meteor City, where there was little to no food, this was an absolute temptation.
Even Chrollo, a genius since childhood, fell into a momentary daze at the sight of Uvogin feasting.
All those questions, why needles and vials suddenly appeared, why injecting a branch could make it blossom and bear fruit so fast, why the tree produced black coconut-like fruits, why meat appeared inside them, all those mysteries, so far beyond his understanding of the world, completely slipped his mind in the face of that sight.
Yes, in that moment, Uvogin was an absolutely qualified food streamer.
And Chrollo was, after all, just a child born and raised in Meteor City.
He often rummaged through garbage dumps and ruins, searching for useful items. He'd never eaten anything like that big chunk of meat before.
But fortunately, Chrollo was Chrollo.
He forcibly, with immense willpower, shifted his gaze from Uvogin, or more precisely, from the chunk of meat in Uvogin's hand.
He turned his gaze to Luke, who had opened another bottle of medicine, drawn a syringe, and began injecting the tree once more.
He had always been curious about what this thing Luke had produced.
It could change the very nature of a tree, producing fruit related to food.
Then, Chrollo silently watched the tree produce another identical black coconut fruit.