Surviving in the Beast World with a System

One of the Beastman Warriors who had brought Wu Yue over said grimly.

"They won’t take any food or water?"

The Beastman Warrior nodded. "They spit out anything we try to feed them."

Wu Yue looked at him. "Go get another bowl of mush."

The Beastman’s lips twitched. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just turned and walked out.

’He didn’t understand. Why wasn’t Lord Wuyue saving his brother? What was the point of getting mush at a time like this?’

’They already said he couldn’t eat. His brother wasn’t going to be able to stomach food just because Lord Wuyue was beautiful, was he? What nonsense.’

Although he grumbled to himself, his brother’s life was at stake, so the Beastman didn’t delay.

Making it himself would take too long, so he found a Pure Human with a cub at home and had them spare some of their mush. He grabbed the bowl and rushed back.

As Wu Yue conducted her examination, the System also began its scan.

"Scan complete. Subject’s body is normal. No abnormalities detected."

Now Wu Yue was stumped. "Everything’s normal? If he’s normal, then why is he still unconscious?"

The System scratched its bird’s nest of hair. "Maybe they’re just really tired and fell asleep. There’s no physical damage or any trace of an invasion. You can trust the System’s scan on this, Host."

Wu Yue was silent for a moment. "System, help me search the archives and see if there are any records of a situation like this. If we can’t get any food into them in a bit, we’ll be in real trouble."

While the two were conferring, the Beastman Warrior who had just left returned with a bowl of warm mush. A simple, little spoon rested inside.

Wu Yue moved away from the unconscious Beastman’s side. "You feed him now."

The Beastman gave her a helpless glance, carefully scooped up some mush, and then roughly pried open the unconscious Beastman’s mouth with his other hand before jamming the spoon inside.

He then quickly clamped the unconscious Beastman’s mouth shut.

Seeing this, Wu Yue cringed internally. ’It feels just like giving medicine to a pet dog.’

The next moment, the crowd watched as the mush held in the unconscious Beastman’s mouth slowly trickled out from the corners of his lips.

"See? He still can’t get it down."

Wu Yue pondered for a moment, took the small wooden spoon from the Beastman’s hand, scooped up some more mush, and slid it between the unconscious Beastman’s lips.

Then came the wild part.

The onlookers could only watch as their Lord Wuyue tossed the spoon back to the still-stunned Beastman, and in the next moment, pinched the unconscious Beastman Warrior’s nose.

Everyone: "..."

Huh???

’Are we seeing things?’

’How could Lord Wuyue treat a severely injured Beastman Warrior like that?’

Seeing this, the Beastman Warrior sitting by the brick bed frowned. "Lord Wuyue, if you pinch his nose, how is he supposed to breathe? Are you trying to make him die sooner?"

Wu Yue shot him an annoyed look. "Let me ask you, if I pinched your nose, would you suffocate?"

The Beastman stared at Wu Yue as if she were an idiot. "Of course not. I still have my mouth. The mouth can also..."

Before he could finish, the sound of swallowing echoed in his ears, followed by a few ragged gasps for air.

Then, the breathing slowly returned to normal.

The Beastman stared in disbelief at his partner’s open mouth, which he was now using to breathe. He was completely dumbfounded.

"Lord Wuyue, is he... all better now?"

Wu Yue shook her head. "I just found a way to make them eat something. Otherwise, their bodies will give out."

Upon hearing this, the Beastman by the brick bed strode boldly out the door. Moments later, he returned, hoisting the leg of some large prey over his shoulder.

"Lord Wuyue, for us Beastman Warriors, hunted meat is the best food."

Wuyue gave the big oaf a look of disdain. "He can only swallow right now. He can’t use his teeth to chew. Do you think he can eat a giant leg of meat like that?"

’Are you sure you’re not an enemy spy sent to eliminate our viable forces?’

The Beastman glanced at the massive leg in his hands, then at his partner’s mouth, which wasn’t even as big as his own fist.

’Good grief, he probably couldn’t even fit the hoof in there.’

"Right now, they can only eat things like mush. Fruit should be scraped into a puree with a spoon to be fed to them, and meat has to be ground into a paste."

As if he had finally found his purpose in life, the tall Beastman grabbed the thick leg of meat and charged back out.

’That big oaf has most likely gone to make the meat paste.’

Once the meat paste was ready and each of the two unconscious Beastman Warriors had been fed a large bowl, the crowd finally began to disperse.