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Having made up his mind, Alex immediately decided to seize the moment and gorge himself by the trash bins while no one was around.

This time, the deity remnants in the trash bins were three to four times the amount he had consumed yesterday.

He had to speed up and finish as quickly as possible. If he ate as slowly as he did yesterday, needing water to aid in swallowing, it would take him forever to clean out these three bins, possibly leading to exposure.

But as he increased his eating speed, he couldn't be cautious about his clothes, risking溅上 bloodstains and inviting trouble.

So before starting to eat, he cautiously took off all his outerwear and hung them on a nearby streetlamp. The metal casing of the streetlamp had several hooks cast into it. Alex didn't know the purpose of these hooks, but they were perfect for hanging his jacket now.

Then, with his upper torso bare, he approached the trash bins.

This was the exit of the Safe Zone, much colder than other places. The occasional gust of wind made Alex shiver with goosebumps.

Safety first. To ensure his clothes stayed clean of bloodstains, he had to endure the cold while eating.

Looking at the abundance of deity remnants, Alex shuddered with excitement.

He swallowed his saliva and exclaimed, "Let's eat!!!"

Whether it was because he was more skilled this time around or his physical fitness had improved, making his swallowing power stronger, he devoured the deity remnants at a much faster rate than yesterday.

He used to choke sometimes, but today, he could stuff the remnants into his mouth with either hand and swallow them immediately. His hands never stopped, and it took him only about fifteen minutes to almost finish the deity remnants in all three trash bins.

As he ate, his body continued to strengthen.

When he was about to finish the deity remnants in the three trash bins, he realized that even with his upper torso bare, he no longer trembled from the cold. His entire body was filled with strength.

"Is it this instant?"

Alex looked at his increasingly defined pectoral and abdominal muscles, wearing a satisfied smile.

Suddenly, a prompt appeared in his mind.

[Sequence "Gods-Eater" Advancement]

[Becomes stronger by consuming deities]

[Current Sequence Level: 2, Greedy Maniac]

[Skill: Blood Drink. Skill Description: Can digest raw deities.]

[Skill: Violence. Skill Description: For ten minutes, one's strength, agility, and physical endurance are tripled, and no pain is felt during this period.]

He had advanced!

Alex widened his eyes, disbelief written all over his face as he looked at his information panel.

The new skill, Violence, boosted his strength, agility, and allowed him to feel no pain.

This skill seemed to greatly enhance his combat capabilities!

Was he strong enough now to join a deity-hunting squad of Sequence Ability Holders?

He remembered browsing the forum of the Camp of God-Slayers last time and seeing a Sequence called Warrior with an Enhancement skill that doubled one's strength and physical endurance for five minutes, already being hailed as a "bug skill" just mean invincible among low-level Sequence Ability Holders.

His Violence skill clearly outperformed Enhancement in all aspects. Wasn't he now the king among low-level Sequence Ability Holders?

With such a powerful skill, should he join a sequence ability squad or go solo?

He pondered many thoughts in his mind but found no answers.

Suddenly, he realized something.

The most important thing now was not to reveal his identity as a Gods-Eater Sequence Ability Holder but to find a way to conceal his Gods-Eater sequence from others.

To do this, he had to go to the internet café again and find a sequence to disguise himself with.

Alex's heart raced as he realized someone was approaching.

Was someone coming? How unlucky could he be?

However, the footsteps seemed rather disorganized.

He turned around and saw a staggering drunkard making his way towards the trash bins from afar.

The drunkard didn't seem to notice Alex and was humming an unpleasant tune, further cluttering Alex's thoughts.

"If this drunkard discovers the abnormality of the trash bins, they might soon seal off the area. I need to leave!"

Without bothering to wipe off the bloodstains on his body, Alex hesitated for a moment before quickly stuffing the dozen or so deity remnants left in the trash bins into his backpack. He then put on his clothes and dashed away with his backpack on his back.

After advancing to the next sequence, his body had undergone another qualitative leap. He sprinted at full speed, the roadside railings blurring past him in a blur.

"Just keep running. Don't let anyone catch me!"

Alex silently prayed in his heart, hoping not to be caught before he could escape.

The drunkard, clutching a liquor bottle, stumbled to the trash bins and scratched his head, saying, "I thought I saw someone here just now. How did they disappear in the blink of an eye? Could they be... hiccup... another Sequence Ability Holder like me?"

He tossed the liquor bottle into the trash bin, and it made a clear ringing sound as it hit the inside.

"Hmm? The trash bins seem to be empty?"

The drunkard glanced back at the trash bins. "It seems like the deity remnants have already been collected by the cleaners. But aren't the cleaners supposed to collect the trash at midnight?"

"Could it be that I've been drinking with Bruce for half a day? Did we only drink four or five bottles in that long?"

He scratched his head in consternation and muttered, "I'm getting old. My alcohol tolerance isn't what it used to be... Just two bottles, and I'm drunk for half a day... I need to cut down on drinking... Lest it affects my hunting of Gods..."

With that, he stumbled away again.

Without hesitation, Alex continued to run tirelessly. The dimly lit alley was deserted, allowing him to flee at full speed.

When he reached the end of the alley and returned to the main road, he pretended to be an ordinary pedestrian, lowered his head, and quickened his pace. He then seized the opportunity to dive into another alley. This escape strategy allowed him to proceed smoothly, with no one noticing the shabbily dressed youth.

Perhaps due to the advancement in his sequence, his energy was replenished, and the fatigue from earlier disappeared. His muscles even felt more vibrant as he moved.

"I've been running for almost twenty minutes, and I've passed a bus stop. Nobody's chasing me."

Alex remained vigilant, his heart pounding, with blood rushing to his head, stimulating him to maintain peak focus at all times.

He kept an eye on his surroundings and listened for footsteps behind him, fearing discovery.

"Darn it! If it weren't for that drunkard, I could have finished eating everything! It was so close!"

Thinking of the drunkard, Alex felt a mixture of resentment and relief.

The man was heavily intoxicated, struggling to even walk steadily, taking two steps forward and one step back while leaning on the wall.

He was likely unable to see clearly and his consciousness was blurred.

If the person who saw him hadn't been drunk, they might have immediately noticed something was wrong and reported it to the United Government.

He might have already been caught by now!

It was as if fate was watching over him in some mysterious way.

"With this backpack full of deity remnants, if I get caught, I won't be able to defend myself."

Even if he hadn't taken the remnants in his backpack, he would still be a suspect within a certain radius, making it difficult to escape. Furthermore, his backpack contained over a dozen deity remnants.

He had already anticipated that the opportunity to find deity remnants in the trash bins would be gone after tonight.

The theft of deity remnants wasn't a serious matter since these remnants were useless.

Alex had seen during his last visit to the internet café that "humans cannot digest deity remnants and can only regurgitate them or excrete them undigested."

No one would take useless deity remnants.

Although the deity remnants were useless, their disappearance was very strange.

Since they were useless, why would someone steal them? Could there be some conspiracy behind it?

For two consecutive days, the deity remnants in two trash bins had disappeared one after another, drawing the attention of many.

The police at the station were already aware of the situation.

Alex had stolen from the trash bins for two days, hoping to grow stronger as quickly as possible. If it were someone else, they might have taken them incrementally, waiting a while before returning, and not taking everything at once.

But Alex had learned from his past mistakes.

He thought that work would be a gradual accumulation, growing steadily, leading to promotions and raises. However, until his dying day, he never received a promotion.

This made him realize that gradual planning suited those with a foundation, the capitalists, not him, a penniless man. Eager for quick success and instant benefits was the key to a bottom-rung worker's turnaround.

His resistance to change was too poor. Even a slight breeze could crush him.

What if the United Government arranged guards at every trash bin in the future? How should he cope then? Should he hide for the rest of his life? Who knew when the next opportunity would come?

Reborn in this world, he didn't want to wait silently anymore. If it could be done today, he wouldn't wait until tomorrow.

Sooner rather than later, for delay brings change.

It was foreseeable that Alex would have a high probability of exposing himself if he tried to take deity remnants from the trash bins again.

Since this was the last time, and the person who discovered him was a slow-reacting drunkard, he naturally wanted to take as much as possible.

After all, whether he took these deity remnants or not, once caught by the United Government, it would be difficult to escape.

Fortune favors the bold!

Noticing that the backpack was slightly seeping with blood, Alex changed his grip, holding the backpack close to his chest, and darted into another alley to continue his flight.

Unlike the main road, where dim streetlights were spaced at intervals, the alley was completely in darkness.

The only light came from the stars above, shining through the air defense glass atop the Safe Zone.

With enhanced physical fitness, Alex could see the path within the dark alley clearly.

The dark environment happened to be his advantage, obscuring his face. Even if someone were there, he could run past without hesitation, without worrying about exposure.

Just keep running back home!

However, as he just turned into a dark alley, a sudden change occurred.

A small knife flew out from a corner, aimed straight at his right eye.

What's happening?!

His agility was far beyond normal. Seeing the knife, he immediately dodged to the side.

The knife landed on the ground, hitting the stone pavement of the alley and making a loud noise.

Alex's gaze locked onto three figures by the roadside.

The three had messy long hair and arrogant smiles.

"Didn't expect to have a fat lamb pass by while we're sleeping here."

"It must be our good fortune!"

The three stood up and surrounded Alex.

Alex asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"What do we want? Asking such a question? Of course, it's to rob you."

Rob?

Couldn't these people see that his jacket was very worn-out? What was the use of robbing a poor guy like him?

"I have no money," Alex frowned, feeling anxious about the passing time.

He didn't have time to argue with these three.

The matter of the missing deity remnants from the trash bins could be exposed at any moment. He needed to get away from the Safe Zone Exit as soon as possible.

His current location was only two stops away from there, far from a safe distance.

Moreover, he was carrying a backpack full of deity remnants!

At this moment, one of them lifted his greasy bangs, revealing a sinister smile: "It's okay if you have no money. Just leave your backpack here."

These three were eyeing his backpack?!