Marvel: Sign-In System – Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit Chapter 8 8: A Rapidly Growing Physique

As Matthew continued to grow stronger, he also discovered a hidden concern.

His demand for food—and more precisely, nutritional energy—was increasing dramatically. The process of physical growth consud a trendous amount of nutrients, and even daily activities burned a significant portion of energy, not to ntion the constant consumption required by the human brain itself.

The body was an extrely intricate system with tightly linked functions. It was impossible for physical strength to keep evolving while the mind, reflexes, neural responses, and senses remained unchanged.

On the contrary, as the body beca stronger, the brain and senses evolved alongside it. Only with heightened cognition, faster reactions, and sharper neural processing could one properly control such an enhanced physique.

In simple terms, once the hardware was upgraded, the CPU had to keep up—or the system would inevitably start to lag.

Because of this, Matthew found his appetite growing more and more terrifying in recent days. His digestive capacity had beco absurdly efficient; a single al equivalent to ten tis that of an adult man was only enough to make him feel full. Worse still, he would feel hungry again imdiately after high-intensity training.

To sustain his growing muscle strength and endurance, he needed massive amounts of protein, along with sufficient carbohydrates and fats to maintain energy reserves.

When he thought about it, the famously enormous appetites of people in the world of One Piece suddenly made perfect sense.

The strange and exotic creatures of that world—especially Sea Kings—likely contained far more nutritional and energy density than ordinary Earth at.

And monsters like Big Mom, with her absurd physical constitution, naturally had even more exaggerated food requirents.

Water intake was no different.

In recent days, Matthew had no choice but to stockpile large amounts of food, even purchasing a refrigerator for storage. For now, it was barely enough—but as his physique continued to grow, his dietary needs would only beco more extre. Eventually, food consumption would inevitably interfere with both his training and daily life.

In fact, the Glint-Glint Fruit itself could convert energy to sustain his daily activities and even combat. However, it could not replace the massive energy required for physical growth.

So after staying in the mountains for another month—and receiving a rather useless sign-in reward in the form of a samurai sword belonging to Dragon Ball's Yajirobe, along with Senzu beans—Matthew realized it was ti to leave.

His physical condition was still accelerating upward, and his appetite had beco even more exaggerated.

He needed a solution to this problem—or a sign-in reward that could reliably provide Senzu beans.

Matthew had no intention of gambling on luck for sothing so important.

However, before he left, soone ca to visit him.

It was Reacher.

The 1.95-ter-tall giant had not changed much in the past three months. He was still wearing that plain light-brown jacket over a T-shirt and jeans.

In front of the motorho, there was now a sunshade, a table, and two chairs. Beer and prepared food were placed neatly on the table.

The only unusual thing was the sheer quantity of food—far more than what normal people would prepare.

Reacher held a roasted lamb leg in both hands, tearing into it while watching Matthew devour food at an equally terrifying speed with the expression of soone observing a monster.

For a mont, he even wondered if all that food would still not be enough—and whether Matthew might simply decide to eat him next.

Cold sweat ran down his back.

After finishing every last item on the table, Reacher picked up a chilled beer bottle, clinked it against Matthew's, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Are you sure you don't need to go to a hospital and get yourself checked out?"

"Yeah," Matthew replied casually, "my physical condition has improved a lot over the past few months, and my food intake keeps increasing. That's normal."

Seeing Reacher's suspicious look, he took a sip of beer and added with a faint smile, "Relax, big guy. I'm not interested in you."

"That's good," Reacher said out loud in a steady tone, but inwardly he let out a small breath of relief while his thoughts churned.

What he had just seen was enough to shake anyone.

A quantity of food that would normally take more than a dozen grown n to finish had disappeared into Matthew's stomach. Yet after observing him closely, Reacher noticed sothing even stranger—Matthew's body showed absolutely no visible change afterward.

Either there was so kind of abnormal space inside his body, or his stomach and digestive system were fundantally beyond human limits.

His ability to digest, convert, and distribute energy was clearly far beyond normal standards.

And that raised a far more unsettling question: just how strong did a body have to be to sustain that kind of energy demand?

Only a physique that far exceeded normal human understanding would require such massive intake and growth consumption.

So… just how monstrous had this body beco?

The more Reacher thought about it, the more unsettling it felt.

Could this kid really be a mutant? And a physical enhancent type at that? Thinking back to the massacre three months ago, Reacher was almost certain of it.

"You're leaving?" Reacher asked in a low voice.

Matthew had a certain level of trust in Reacher—the man had been Daniel's friend, and after the Margrave incident, he had also handled the aftermath cleanly.

As for Reacher's background, Matthew wasn't particularly interested. What mattered to him was the help Reacher could provide.

"Kleiner has an offshore account," Matthew said lightly. "Twenty million dollars. I need soone to launder it for ."

Reacher's eyelid twitched slightly at that.

The cash in the safe alone should have been enough for Matthew to live comfortably for a long ti. Yet now he was already moving on to offshore funds—clearly, the boy had a follow-up plan in mind.

Reacher was curious, but he didn't press further.

"I've got a partner," he said after a mont. "She knows this kind of thing. She can clean the money, but her fee isn't cheap."

"Thanks," Matthew replied, clinking his bottle against Reacher's.

"Alright," Matthew continued, getting to the point. "What exactly did you co here to tell ?"

He already had Reacher's contact information. The big man didn't use a fixed phone number and instead relied on a highly secure, specialized communication thod—so covert that even professional agencies would struggle to trace it.

Matthew had actually reached out the day before to ask about money laundering channels. He hadn't expected Reacher to show up in person, which ant there was clearly sothing that required face-to-face discussion.

Reacher's expression darkened slightly.

"I've received information," he said slowly. "There's a mysterious organization with deep roots that's targeting you. They're looking for you. Recently, both Roscoe and Finley have noticed surveillance on their end."

"They're focusing especially on Roscoe. It's obvious they're trying to track you through her."

"I've been trying to counter-surveil them, but I haven't found anything useful yet. These people are professionals—trained for this kind of work."

"Fortunately, Daniel taught you tracking and counter-tracking. And since this place is remote, they haven't been able to pinpoint you yet."

Reacher frowned deeply.

"A mysterious organization? Hah… sounds terrifying," Matthew said lightly.

Reacher's face twitched slightly. Terrifying? That tone of yours doesn't sound scared at all.

"Oh, right," Matthew added as if suddenly rembering sothing. "In Kleiner's criminal records, there was a human trafficking route. His operation was only one part of a much larger chain. He was responsible for receiving trafficked girls and transferring them elsewhere."