He stopped. He looked at the cake, then at his HUD, and then at a single, lonely piece of dried kelp.
In the old days, Steve ate because the hunger bar rattled. A quick pork chop, a golden carrot, and he was back to sprinting across the plains. But since the "System Update," things were different. A small HUD in the corner of his vision didn't show drumsticks anymore. It showed a number: . He stopped
The apple was delicious, but as the magical glow faded, the number in his vision spiked. . A quick pork chop, a golden carrot, and
He began a forced marathon across the sand. He spent three days and three nights doing nothing but jumping, sprinting, and digging holes just to fill them back in. Slowly, the number ticked down. 8,000… 5,000… 3,000. It showed a number:
"I need to run this off," Steve wheezed, looking at the long expanse of the desert.
Steve sighed and ate the kelp. Being a hero was a lot more about diet than he ever expected.