Chapter 46: Raising Food.

Yesterday, if he had been asked how confident he was in resisting the temptation of having a vulnerable human around him all of the time, he would have said, "I am at least 70% confident."

Then he would have said boldly, "I am sure that I won’t eat her. It is just going to be a hassle that I would rather avoid."

But in just one day, if he were asked the same question, he would sigh and say, "At most 50/50."

If asked to explain, he would say, "It could happen anytime. I don’t know. I truly don’t know if I can hold on."

The experience was similar to having a lady he had a crush on become his roommate. To say he didn’t want to have sex with her would be a lie.

The worst part was that the lady liked walking around the apartment in her panties. Therefore, to say that he wouldn’t have sex with her if she so much as hinted at it would be a lie.

To top things off, he was aroused all of the time. His arousal only got worse when he saw her. But even without seeing her, he was always thinking about her because he knew she existed within reach.

In such a situation, he didn’t dare to say that he would never have sex with her. Having humans around was like that. It was pure torture.

’I can only take it one day at a time,’ he thought to himself.

Fortunately, the servants arrived then to bring him his food. The four of them carrying that tray successfully distracted him from his dark thoughts.

His eyes stayed on the servants for a while, watching as four possible food items brought his food to him. It was all mouth-watering, to say the least.

Unfortunately, he could only watch and fantasize about what could be. He couldn’t act on his fantasy and make it a reality. And after the servants left, even his fantasy was lost.

"Let’s eat," the worm said eagerly.

"Let’s shall," he said, baring his teeth.

Then he dug into the sheep.

The warmth of the flesh was the first sensation to hit him. Next came the oh-so-glorious taste.

The flesh parted easily and melted like butter before he vacuumed it into his throat like he was drinking juice from a straw. Solid flesh tasting like liquid in his mouth should have tasted abhorrent, or at least abnormal, but it tasted the opposite. It tasted divine, like the mythical sweet nectar of the gods.

"Eating is really good," Alexander admitted, lost in the throes of pleasure.

"Yes, yes," the worm agreed. "Now, eat that girl."

Alexander rolled his eyes and said, "Can we at least enjoy this divine feast before we start plotting for more food?"

"That’s stupid," the worm said condescendingly. "You should know that this meal will surely end. You should also know that I am always hungry. Therefore, if you were half as smart as you claim to be, you should know that it is wise to prepare more food for me at all times."

"It is especially important to start preparing my next meal during this meal so that the pleasure won’t end. That’s called looking ahead. It is a skill that you clearly lack."

"Right, right. I am not intelligent. You’re the intelligent one. You’re the greatest and the best," Alexander said sarcastically.

Then he asked, "Have you figured out what to do about Robert, though?"

"Surely you don’t think he will stand and watch us kill and eat his sister. And seeing how we struggled against Barnabas yesterday, how do you propose we deal with Robert, who is clearly a better fighter?"

If the worm had an arm and a hand, it would scratch its head in confusion.

It didn’t have a hand and could only say, "I didn’t think about that."

Alexander immediately snorted and said, "That’s because you only think about food and getting more food. You’re not as intelligent as you think you are."

The worm bristled in anger as it asked, "Then what do you suggest we do about our hunger? And don’t tell me that we shouldn’t eat."

"It is simple. We earn money and buy sheep," Alexander said, his tone full of smugness. "We can even establish a farm where we raise more sheep."

The worm’s greedy eyes lit up with shock as it said, "We can grow food? No way!"

"Yes, way," Alexander insisted.

"You have to be lying. Animals aren’t plants. I know that much. I’m not that stupid," the worm said, sneering in disdain.

In response, Alexander sighed and asked, "Where do sheep come from?"

"From other sheep," came the reply. "Don’t you know that? You must be more stupid than I thought."

Alexander ignored the jab at his intelligence and said, "What will happen to the population of sheep if we catch a bunch of sheep and keep them in a place to make more sheep for us?"

The worm’s mind seemed to stall for a while. Alexander decided to help it along, so he said, "If four first-generation sheep produced two second-generation sheep after a while, we will have six sheep. If the six sheep produce another round of offspring, we will have three third-generation sheep, making a total of nine."

"What will continue to happen if we allow this natural phenomenon to happen in captivity under our control?"

The worm didn’t answer immediately. It thought and did calculations for a few seconds before it found the answer.

But when it found the answer, it didn’t believe it. So it restarted the calculations.

Alexander waited patiently and passed the time by eating. He didn’t state the answer because he felt it was important for the worm to come to the conclusion itself.

Eventually the worm said, "The population will increase."

Its voice was full of uncertainty as it said, "But if that’s true, we can grow food like plants. That can’t be right."