The power of Zhang Wei had increased to an unimaginable level after he devoured four ancient gods.
The power levels in Toriko were already quite high.
Level one could withstand hunters with shotguns, who came in swarms.
Level ten could easily defeat super-modern heavy tanks without a scratch.
Level thirty possessed destructive power comparable to heavy missiles.
Level seventy, with beast-like defensive attributes, could remain unharmed even under nuclear-level attacks.
It could be said that on Blue Star, a level fifteen beast would be comparable to the Pacific Rim franchise, and level twenty equivalent to Prototype.
Level one hundred exhibited exaggerated abilities like moving mountains and filling seas, making them practically terrestrial deities.
And just a few days ago, a casual strike from Zhang Wei could injure Elder Mo, with the residual power capable of leveling half a mountain peak!
Such a scale of excavation would require ten years for a modern construction team of a million people, wouldn't it?
Elder Mo was still questioning: "Zhang Wei, you always say, what kind of ultimate delicacy did you eat to cause your strength to surge so ridiculously!"
Of course, in this world, what could be a more reliable way to rapidly increase strength than food?
But Zhang Wei couldn't possibly say that he ate Gourmet Luck itself as food, could he?
"Alright, let's focus on the competition!"
"Besides, I'm one of the contestants!"
The instant Zhang Wei announced the rules, thousands of contestants scrambled into the Gourmet Bank.
After all, no one could be sure how many ingredients were on the so-called first floor.
How much one could grab at this moment directly determined whether they could qualify!
But Zhang Wei was well-prepared. In addition to five million tons of Rock Rice, there were 200,000 tons of Black Sugar, perfect replicas of the Gourmet Desert.
Additionally, there were one hundred thousand tons of miscellaneous ingredients accumulated over time, such as Ball Potatoes and the like.
Speaking of which, how should this meal be prepared?
First, find the hungry crowds.
He fetched the latest three issues of the Gourmet Journal, which would have a tenth of their pages dedicated to recording major events in the human realm, such as where large populations of refugees were located.
Soon, one piece of news caught Zhang Wei's eye.
In the Aden Bay of North Road, it was being raided by Gourmet Pirates. The Gourmet Pirates, using massive deep-sea battleships, had breached coastal cities and destroyed countless fishing boats.
Many coastal residents were deeply troubled and, unable to bear the burden, could only flee far away.
Fifteen large cities, hundreds of towns, and thousands of villages, with a combined population of tens of millions, could cause such a severe impact, indicating the sheer scale of these Gourmet Pirates.
The migration of these tens of millions of people was like a swarm of locusts passing through, consuming all the food along the way.
Those who were ahead could at least eat their fill, while the elderly and weak following behind could only forage for wild grass, roots, and vegetables.
Calculating based on this situation, even if they reached their destination, at least half of them would die on the road.
"The destination is 3500 kilometers away, the so-called continent's treasure, the Meat Ore Basin."
"The Meat Ore Basin has a specialty, 'Meat Ore,' which can sustain people as long as they have the strength to eat, and the reserves of Meat Ore are abundant; a mere tens of millions of people are completely negligible."
"So, my target will be those elderly and weak..."
Using the Wind Riding technique, he soared thousands of meters into the sky.
In the clouds, these refugees looked like marching ants, trudging across the dry, black earth.
Even the grass had long since been eaten clean.
The situation was very urgent.
Zhang Wei glanced at his palm, and a startling idea flashed through his mind: "Perhaps, I can try some creative ideas that I never dared to consider before."