He was grateful, but that was far from enough.
But just then, a second piece of bread appeared, a third, a fourth...
Kandata's eyes widened, momentarily so incredulous that he even forgot to chew what was in his mouth.
This is impossible!
Kandata, the elite among elites, knew deeply how difficult survival on the Ark truly was, even if he was just a literary giant.
One piece of bread, fifty grams of food, was already double the usual theoretical amount.
The entire Ark did not exist for the enjoyment of one life or one class; every life here, including former Deities and leaders, did not have much extra allocation. The extra rations they had were merely for them to stay alert to handle emergency affairs.
So, there couldn't possibly be so much food, not even if they were to send him out of the Ark, perform some suicidal task, or even partake in the rumored division of him, would result in this much food!
