Extreme Spicy Laxative.

"I've been in this world for a month now."

As the sun rises, the dawn hovers on the horizon.

Tang An lies on the balcony lounge chair, gazing at the vast rootless sea and sky. It's been a month since he crossed over.

This means Tang An can roll the dice.

Once a natural month, he gets a chance to roll the dice.

Opening the light curtain, still crude and unimpressive, straightforward and easy to understand.

The dice rotates skillfully, finally landing on six.

The model plane moves just like a real one, with rumbling effects, crossing six spaces and stopping.

The glaring light disappears, and an item appears in front of Tang An.

[Extreme Spicy Laxative, one bottle, Antidote, one bottle.]

[Explanation: A medication that increases intestinal moisture, promotes peristalsis, softens stool, or lubricates the intestines to facilitate bowel movements. Mainly used for functional constipation, divided into volumetric, stimulant, lubricating, osmotic, and expansive types. This laxative is colourless and tasteless, with a single drop causing a 'chrysanthemum' to feel a burning sensation and losing all strength. Please use with caution]

Not mad.

Tang An is not mad at all.

Having seen so many bad things, he's already used to it.

The more he thinks, the more annoyed he gets with this thing!

One chance in a natural month, and it's this?

A bottle of laxative?

If he had constipation, it wouldn't matter, but damn it, he doesn't!

And what does 'Extreme Spicy' mean? Wasn't it supposed to be colourless and tasteless?

A drop causes a burning sensation and empties the body of all strength.

So, is this 'Extreme Spicy' targeted at the 'chrysanthemum'?

What brand is this?

Damn it.

Tang An's pale face turns red with anger.

Now he doesn't want to see his golden finger.

Leaving the room to start his daily training, Tang An attempts to calm his mind through practice.

Shaving, he can now do it eight times.

This is a miracle.

Maybe practising push-ups, sit-ups, and other military combat basics every day has surpassed the physical fitness of normal adults, making progress so quickly.

But Tang An has a premonition. Going from one to eight is simple, but successfully reaching nine or ten might be very difficult.

Like a watershed, the difficulty will increase exponentially.

But before Tang An can leave the room, his body twitches and collapses on the ground. His pale face is now bloodless, contorted like a ghost, as if all his intestines are mashed together, chopping them up piece by piece. The suffocating pain engulfs his entire soul.

Cancer attack.

His eyes are bloodshot, his body as if pulled out of water, and sweat marks cover the ground.

The crucial point is the autonomous appearance of the light curtain, but it's no longer the same as before. It's now a gory crimson, with a countdown appearing.

Three months and seven days.

Tang An curls up, gritting his teeth.

The pain this time far exceeds previous ones.

After ten minutes of agony, Tang An almost faints before it gradually fades.

Sprawled on the ground, clothes soaked, Tang An looks at the ceiling, breathing heavily.

The dense bloodshot lines in his eyes haven't disappeared, and blood stains cover his palms due to nails digging into flesh.

The terrifying crimson light curtain is right in front of him, displaying a glaring three months and seven days.

Even a fool can see what this time means.

He has three months and seven days left.

The appearance of this life countdown disrupts Tang An's carefully planned schedule.

He can't waste any more time.

He must find a way to hunt targets, extract rewards, and then go to the new world to find the healing fruit.

With a thought, the blood-red light curtain disappears, and Tang An looks at the just-extracted Extreme Spicy Laxative with a fierce gaze.

Climbing to his feet, Tang An took a shower and changed into new clothes, continuing his training as usual.

"Mr. Tang An, good morning!"

"Morning!"

"Mr. Tang An, good morning!"

"Sanji, why are you up so early today?"

Tang An looked at Sanji, still smiling and greeting.

"Today, I've researched a new dish. I'll make it for Mr. Tang An at noon!"

Sanji was very excited.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it."

Tang An waved and continued jogging around Baratie.

Unconsciously, the sun was already high in the sky.

Tang An arrived punctually at his usual window seat in the hall, and Sanji promptly served the new dish.

"Dessert?"

Looking at the cake dessert in front of him, Tang An looked at Sanji.

"Yes, as a chef, one must not only understand the characteristics of various ingredients but also know how to combine them. That's what I've been studying recently."

Sanji was serious, with a solemn expression.

"Let me taste it."

Under Sanji's expectant and anxious gaze, Tang An began to taste.

"How is it?"

"Good, very delicious. This is the tastiest dessert I've ever had. Sanji, you're a genius, destined to be the world's number-one chef in the future."

"I knew it! Mr. Tang An has a discerning eye, unlike that old man Zeff, who is clearly jealous of my talent."

Sanji jumped with excitement.

"Sanji, today is my birthday. Can you teach me how to make this dessert cake?"

"Ah... today is Mr. Tang An's birthday?"

"Yes, your dessert cake is the best gift I've received. During this time, everyone has taken good care of me, and I want to take this opportunity to make a cake for myself and thank Mr. Zeff and others."

"Mr. Tang An, leave it to me."

Sanji patted his chest.

"Let's go make the cake! Let's make a big ten-layered cake, but don't tell Mr. Zeff and the others. Let's give them a surprise tonight!"

Tang An hushed.

"Yes, yes."

Sanji nodded quickly, and the two sneaked into Sanji's small kitchen.

A kitchen that belonged to him alone.

The new dishes Sanji researched were all born here.

"idiot Sanji, slacking off again."

The whole afternoon, Zeff hadn't seen Sanji at all and couldn't help but curse.

"I saw Sanji and Tang An in the kitchen all the time, seem to be researching something."

Patty, cooking and picking his nose.

"Is that so?"

Zeff frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Tang An had been here for more than twenty days, which was unusual.

Although he couldn't figure out anything, Zeff always maintained a certain vigilance.

After all, he had come through intrigue and bloodshed. The caution he should have was always there.

The setting sun casts a colourful glow in the sky.

Tang An and Sanji pushed a cart with a ten-layered cake on top, exquisite and beautiful, appearing in the hall.

Whether it was the waiters or the guests, all eyes were drawn to it.

"Mr. Tang An, Sanji, what's this?"

"Whose birthday is it?"

Patty and others popped out of the kitchen, even Zeff was alerted.

"Today is my birthday. This is a cake Sanji and I made together. Thanks to everyone for taking care of me during this time."

Tang An smiled.

"Oh, it's Mr. Tang An's birthday!"

"You should have told us in advance."

"No wonder you and Sanji were in the kitchen all afternoon, making a cake!"

"Happy birthday."

"This is Sanji's latest dessert cake. Everyone, try it! But the shape was designed by me."

With a burst of birthday songs and blessings, the atmosphere in the entire hall became lively.

After making a wish, Tang An began to cut the cake, and everyone got a piece.