It wasn't long before the attendant returned, and along with her were two men. Bath seemed normal, unlike his last visitor, but they didn't enter the room.
Rather, they both stood outside, commanding some forces, but his angle of sight didn't really allow him to see much. However, it seemed they were working on the door.
The attendant delivered the various nutrient packs and placed them on the table. Without hesitation, the man continued eating as though there was a bottomless hole.
"I can feel your disgust from here. You can leave, and I will not be taking any visitors for a while," the man said while stuffing his face with more food.
"I am sorry, your lordship," the attendant apologized as she immediately fell to the ground with her head down.
"I only said that you could leave. I didn't say, 'I will kill you.' Just go. I'll call you back when I am done, and ensure that I don't get any visitors while I recover," the man said, frustrated.
He didn't understand what was up with this world. First was the mechanical monstrosity that had come to check up on him, then there were the attendants who treated him as though his word was law.
If he had to guess, this wasn't an employment situation—they were essentially slaves. There was no other reason that explained this weird tension between himself and them.
Following his order, the attendant immediately left as the man continued stuffing his face with more and more of the nutrient bars. The more he ate, the hungrier he felt.
He didn't understand what was going on, but it was best that he continued eating until further notice.
After what seemed like an hour, or probably even more, he finally felt full. However, the table before him no longer looked like what a human being had eaten off of.
He didn't know if he was hallucinating, or if he was actually seeing a half-eaten plate on the table.
"The Emperor's divine favor indeed," he complained before calling out for the attendant.
"Huh? That was fast," he remarked when he stared at the door again.
The door that had once been lying on the floor in shambles was now fully fixed and standing.
"Would you like any more assistance, my lord?" the attendant asked with a deep bow.
"I have a question. How did you come to work here?" he asked.
"My lord, please do not send me back there," the lady cried as she knelt again.
Seeing this, it was confirmed—it truly was slavery, though not direct. The standard modern slavery: strip all hope from a person and make it seem as though you were their only salvation.
Waving useless incentives before them just so they complied willingly. Though from the looks of that monstrosity, he could tell that there was probably direct slavery somewhere on the planet as well.
"I need to take a shower. Point me to the bathroom," he said as he stood up from the floor.
His steps were no longer wobbly; in fact, he could feel that he had even gained some extra weight.
Well, it would be surprising if he didn't gain any weight after eating over 100,000 kcal in just an hour or slightly more.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he could see the changes. He had woken up extremely lean, almost as though his cells were eating him alive, and he could have sworn that he had probably shrunk even further after the Magos's visit.
Now he looked muscular compared to before. He didn't know what was going on with his biology, but such a change definitely wasn't normal.
"I shall inform the attendants to prepare a bath for you, my lord," the attendant said as she stood up and turned to leave.
"Wait… prepare about ten packs of these and keep them by my bedside. I will need them again," he ordered as the attendant bowed, then left.
"Yes, my lord," the attendant said before leaving.
The man turned back to the mirror. Looking at himself, he couldn't help but flex the muscles that had developed. He looked ripped compared to the bones he once saw in the mirror.
But then, this sudden change still brought questions to his mind.
Biologically, it was impossible for him to consume that many calories without throwing up. Above all, even in his fading memories, he had never seen someone go from super thin to ripped in just a day.
"Is the Emperor truly a god, or…" the man wondered before suddenly falling face-first onto the floor, unconscious.