Chapter 87
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Chapter 87: Delicious Heart
The vast golden palace lay in ruins, as decades of war were about to reach their conclusion here.
The brave warriors, confronted by the monstrous beasts before them, could only exhaust themselves in desperate resistance, ultimately spilling their final drops of blood.
They steadfastly guarded the princess behind them. The girl possessed a forlorn beauty, but her expression remained resolute, having already steeled herself for a final battle against the demons.
“I am the embodiment of war!”
The terrifying demon with a bull’s head, towering over ten meters, roared in fury. Its muscles bulged like crimson rocks as it descended from the sky like a meteor, pounding the ground with its fists.
The earth split apart instantly like parchment, and the frenzied force of impact scattered all the warriors before their eyes.
The princess fell to the ground as well, fresh crimson blood flowing from her forehead.
The mightiest knight had already emerged, his longsword gleaming brightly as it descended.
The sole wound on the Bull Demon’s head split open once more, black blood oozing forth. If not for the wound inflicted years ago by the brave warrior who sacrificed himself, none present would be able to harm the demon!
The triumphant one in this palace…
would become the ruler of the entire continent! The true sovereign king! The master to whom all people would submit!
The battle was so crucial that the princess drew a deep breath, rose from the ground with determination in her eyes, and firmly resolved not to let the demon emerge victorious!
Otherwise, all countries on the continent would become subjects of darkness.
“My warriors, the moment of our deadly fight has arrived.”
“I am willing to dedicate my soul to the beautiful goddess.”
“As long as I can vanquish this demon and allow the world to regain its former peace, I shall depart this life without regret.”
“My warriors, please heed my command…”
Suddenly, she froze.
Whether it was the bull-headed demon that resembled a natural disaster, the dozens of battle-hardened brave warriors, or the princess with blood flowing down her forehead but an unyielding look in her eyes—everyone came to a halt, and the scene resembled a vivid portrait from an epic about heroes.
However, time had not truly stopped, as the shattered stones, wind, and dust attested to this fact.
Alan stood there in stupefaction, watching the scene unfold before him. Water droplets trickled down his hair, leaving him at a loss for words.
The Tower of Babel was truly a perplexing presence.
They had actually managed to invite such a being, though they didn’t know if the other party was truly a “god”—he was magnificent and terrifying, like a true deity.
The tall and massive bull-headed demon stood motionless beside Alan, like a beautifully crafted giant sculpture, every inch of its body showcasing the pinnacle of violent aesthetic art.
How strong!
Merely standing beside the Bull Demon, Alan’s body couldn’t help but tremble. Although he could not fully comprehend the strength of “Food”…
However, the level of strength possessed by this bull-headed demon was indeed visibly extraordinary to the naked eye!
It was the essence of war!
Food stepped out from among the people, slowly approached the Bull-Headed Demon, and calmly pointed with his hand.
From the seemingly impenetrable chest of the demon, a distinct seam gradually appeared. Soon it grew larger until the fiery, beating heart leaped out on its own.
“The second ingredient has been found: A fresh, high-level demon heart.”
Looking at the heart about the size of a basketball, Food nodded slightly.
The huge bull-headed demon beside them collapsed with a thunderous rumble, raising a lingering cloud of dust that took time to settle.
It no longer moved, having lost all vitality.
Food walked back calmly, appearing to address Alan.
“Speaking of which, I have heard of another group in this world who defeated a war demon… But it seems unrelated to this continent.”
Alan stood staring dumbly at the dead bull-headed demon, unable to comprehend why it would die with the death of its physical body—wasn’t it supposed to only return to hell after dying in the mortal world?
The recovered warriors and the princess were equally stunned, unable to comprehend the situation.
“Excuse me, did you slay the demon?”
“What exactly is happening? Could you explain? Are you perhaps a reclusive wizard?”
“According to the agreement, we were to worship you as king, provided you would marry the princess…”
Food looked back.
He glanced at the people.
Those warriors who stepped forward crumbled into pieces like scraps of paper, dispersing and vanishing with the wind.
No trace remained of their existence in the world.
Alan’s heart tightened, deeply shaken.
Regardless of whether this individual was truly divine, he remained an exceedingly dangerous and dreadful presence!
The princess sat dumbfounded on the ground, unable to comprehend everything before her, as if rendered senseless.
“Very well, let us retrieve the final ingredient.”
Food reached out again, pulling at the empty space.
“Pop”
Everything that had just transpired seemed to vanish.
Alan once again stood high in the air, while the howling wind whispered persistently in his ears. Before his eyes lay the stunning vista of boundless ocean and sky merged together.
The golden sun hung in the sky, and before him stretched a vast blue sea. Even from such height, he could not see its end. Under his feet lay an island of hard, dark rocks.
“Your jumbled thoughts have nearly ceased,” said Food in a bland tone.
He extended his finger once more, this time pointing toward the sun in the sky.
“Excuse me for a moment”
The fingertips aligned with the sun.
As the fingertips pulled, golden flowing fire slipped from the sun, like a waterfall gradually cascading onto the islands below.
Alan was stunned—how was this possible? This couldn’t be real! How had it happened?
“Well, naturally it couldn’t be real solar flames; it’s merely a metaphor…”
The sturdy island was covered by a golden stream of fire, gradually melting under extreme temperatures. The island now flowed with boiling hot liquid onto the sea’s surface, creating vast amounts of steam upon contact with the seawater. The once-golden island gradually shrank until it became smaller and smaller.
Alan was dumbfounded, wondering what would happen if this fire burned Tatsumi City?
Finally, the original island vanished completely, leaving only a small sphere, invisible to Alan from afar.
The scorching golden sphere landed in Food’s palm.
“Good, the ingredients are ready.”
Food nodded gently, finally expressing a hint of satisfaction in his tone.
He reached out his other hand again and pulled.
“Pop”
In the next moment, the dumbstruck Alan had returned to the initial platform.
All that had just occurred…
It seemed like mere illusions.
A white plate with copious green liquid and a small piece of raw meat, about the size of a palm, had already been placed before him.
“The cooking officially begins.”
Finally, Food’s slender hand tightly grasped the golden core and gently crushed it above the flesh.
The dense flames flowed down, instantly heating to an extreme temperature that made even Alan, several meters away, feel uncomfortable.
The green liquid and meat chunks floating in midair rapidly ignited, causing the entire “dish” to gradually boil amidst the flames, resulting in the meat becoming increasingly well-done.
“Done”
Food’s voice drifted slowly over.
“The key to making delicious food always lies in the quality of ingredients; good dishes often require only simple techniques.”
Regardless of whether the food before him was delicious, Alan felt that the ingredients and preparation methods were truly extraordinary.
If not for entering the Babel Tower, he would never experience such food…
In Alan’s heart, the Savior had already been placed alongside the “Rainbows,” so there was no need to dwell on the matter of betrayal any longer.
In the eyes of such a great personage, he was completely insignificant.
As if drawn by some special magic, Alan walked forward in a daze, without any fear of the flames burning fiercely in mid-air.
He no longer knew what mood he held, or how he tasted that piece of “beef heart meat.”
Upon consuming it, Alan felt completely transformed.
Such delicious flavors truly existed in this world…
Then he knew nothing more, his senses overwhelmed with pleasure until consciousness faded away.
Food.
The self-proclaimed divine entity.
The eyeless mask on his face seemed to gaze at “Mysterious Magic” before him, as if his sight had already penetrated Alan and looked beyond…
“I truly hope that one day…”
“You will all become my food”
——
Bai Yan looked before sleeping and discovered Alan had already withdrawn from his state of ‘amusement’.
Not only had Mysterious Magic’s mood instantly risen to 10, but his previously deficient physique had also received a significant boost, increasing by 28 points.
He had even gained a new ability.
The Heart of Life: After absorbing the essence of life to the extreme, both body and mind undergo a thorough transformation. By taking in nourishment, one can quickly recover from injuries including but not limited to loss of limbs and disabilities.
The effect of this ability was undoubtedly very powerful, but in the future, Alan would likely become a glutton.
Bai Yan nodded slightly and muttered to himself, “It seems he has eaten something delicious, though I’m not certain what exactly transpired.”
“Speaking of which, I still have a ‘Happy Memory’ in my possession. Perhaps it should be given to Nightsaber. It appears Psychic Dancer no longer wishes to reminisce about the past.”
After pondering the day’s events briefly, he decided to activate “Power Possession – Psychic Dancer” during the next team meeting where he would offer assistance.
Reveal the truth directly.
If Xiao Qiu’s true face was as ugly and cruel as the black wizard who destroyed Lin Bian… then let him be the one to end her.
Of course, the premise was to first identify the true mastermind behind the scenes.
Bai Yan had to admit one thing: as someone who pursued “unrest,” he was willing to experience any sensory stimulation, and deep down, there was some enjoyment in the pleasure of killing.
Fortunately, this desire only arose toward wicked people.
He wanted to witness the moment when these people also felt fear…
“Hey, what’s happening with these two?”
He suddenly noticed that “Psychic Dancer” and “Nightsaber” were behaving somewhat strangely after using the Entertainment Card.
