Yin Hu let out a deep sigh as the girls seemed busy stuffing their faces with bowls of rice. They hadn’t noticed anything yet. No obvious changes occurring and most importantly there were no new limbs growing out of their necks. Everything seemed perfectly fine and calm. Just the way he liked it. He was sick of having to face strange and unexpected situations he had no idea how to deal with in real time. Dangers that threatened the lives of the Hu girls. It was not a good feeling having to suffer the worry that he may have fucked something up and bad. Killing them would not even have been the worst outcome, turning them into mindless killing machines or murderhobos was far worse. Gratitude was all he could feel currently as they acted as normally as they always did. Mostly being dead silent and not utter a sound during their meal. Neither one of them wanted to be distracted from eating the bland, dull, and same exact meal they always ate. Not that they had another option. If he had to suffer the rice then they would too. Disciples were meant to carry the burdens of their masters after all and his was the lack of variety in food and the absence of sweats in his life. Shui gasped. Forgetting to breathe as she ate. Only to choke and need Jun to slap her back and help her. It didn’t take another few moments before they were completely done. Clean, fed, and full of energy.He wasn’t quite sure how he was going to explain the entire thing to them. The hardest part was trying to make sense of mutations when Yin Hu himself had very little knowledge about how they really affected them and how they came about. Did they naturally happen? Were people born with unique bloodlines and spiritual roots already? How did they originate? How did their mutation itself happen other than the system going in blind?There were a hundred other questions he had for the system, but he knew better than to ask. It was (...)