The Demon's Menu

Chapter 458: Unremarkable Avent!

Although Jason’s mouth was open as wide as it could go, it was unrealistic to swallow the entire rock cube in one bite.

He had to swallow the whole rock cube in three bites.

Crunch, crunch.

The rock cube, smeared with honey, was extremely sweet the moment it entered his mouth, followed by a hint of creamy flavor. If the taste of cream was unforgettable, then creamy flavor with a touch of ’sweet’ was filled with joy. Jason chewed vigorously, but unfortunately, he couldn’t swallow it. Though his stomach was incredibly strong, it still couldn’t digest things like rocks and steel rods.

After chewing more than a dozen times, Jason spat out the residue.

Joy from eating delicious food appeared on his face.

[Sin and Punishment, Ark (Remnants) consumed!]

[Physical Strength, Energy, and Excessive Injury Recovery!]

[Satiation +200!]

[Satiation: 360]

[Excitement of Feast +3]

[Excitement of Feast: 7]

…

"Did I just die 50 times?"

Jason realized suddenly. He had been dying so quickly and so many times that he couldn’t keep track.

But he could clearly see the increase from 310 points of satiation before to 360 points after adding the 200 points.

Jason felt again that if he had a tombstone for every death, by now he surely would have made a big step towards circling the globe.

Then, Jason’s attention was drawn by [Excitement of Feast].

3 points!

This number was one point more than Jason had anticipated.

According to his initial estimate, the strange mad man was worth one point, and the rock cube another point.

Now it was three points.

Was it because the latter digested the former and underwent some marvelous reaction?

Or were the two added together naturally equating to three points?

If it was the former, there was nothing much to say, but if it was the latter…

"Save up ’food’ and then swallow it all in one go?" Jason frowned.

For Jason’s present stage, restraining ’hunger’ was no longer a difficult task.

But that was only for most ordinary food. For truly meaningful ’food,’ it was still quite hard.

Not to mention saving up ’food.’

Just thinking about that taste made Jason feel exceptionally tormented.

Nevertheless, this did not deter Jason from preparing to do it.

Because Jason knew this was also a necessary process in conquering his ’hunger.’

Perhaps...

I can make some jerky now?

Jason thought quietly to himself, gazing at the total number of [Excitement of Feast].

7 points!

To enhance [Protection Against Evil], he needed 8 points!

Just one point short!

With just one more point of [Excitement of Feast], he would be able to raise [Protection Against Evil] to a Master level!

Master level!

Just from the prefix alone, Jason had some guesses.

It must be a level that brings about a qualitative change!

Now he was only one point away from that level!

The goal was within reach!

Even Jason couldn’t help but show a smile. He stood up, dusting off his body, but he didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he entered a nearby house to

"However..."

Avent continued in an unchanging tone, but before he finished speaking, he stopped.

He slightly adjusted his stance and looked at the Pope’s close minister before him.

The one who was just moments ago overwhelmed with emotion had now become silent, his aura more obscure, a sense of distortion not of this world creeping onto his being.

Crack!

The ground beneath where he stood shattered.

It wasn’t shattered in the traditional sense.

It resembled the way a mirror shatters, with cracks trailing across it.

Or rather...

Space itself was breaking.

"Hey, not a bad sacrifice."

"I can taste you... very delicious."

The Pope’s close minister spoke.

That voice was neither male nor female, neither holy nor filthy.

Only distorted.

Standing on that broken ground, this hint of distortion quickly grew, as if intending to infect the entire world.

Watching this scene, Avent did not skimp on his praise.

"So this is the case."

"You actually managed to accomplish the ’descend of god’ with these conditions at hand!"

"Truly remarkable!"

There was admiration, yet no great surprise.

From the moment he had arrived here, Avent had a rough idea of what he would face, not to mention Edmund’s reminder.

The cooperation between Lawrence and the ’Sanctuary’ has to be a win-win!

Only with ’win-win’ would the ’Sanctuary’ make a move!

So please, be careful!

Because...

They may well have prepared a real trump card.

Recalling Edmund’s words in his mind, Avent slowly took a breath, just as leisurely as his tone of voice before.

Then, he stepped toward the ’god’ before him.

His voice became clearer.

"The gods have already met their twilight."

"Dawn belongs to mortals."

Watching Avent approach, the so-called ’god’ laughed.

"How could mortals survive the long night without the guidance of the gods?"

"Come forth!"

"Come forth!"

"Return to our embrace!"

"Let us guide you to the true ’sanctuary.’

With that, It, borrowing the body of the Pope’s close minister, opened Its arms wide, as if welcoming Avent.

Avent laughed as well.

"Therefore, the ’Owls’ have arisen!"

"The ’Owls’ spread their wings in the night!"

"Under the ’Owls’ wings... lies the protection of all mortals!"

Clang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Avent’s sword left its scabbard.

There were no Sword Qi streaks, no earth-shattering force.

Just a very ordinary Horizontal Slash.

Then, he sheathed his sword again.

An average swordsman could accomplish it after a year’s practice, and when sheathing his sword, he might even twirl it beautifully to the applause of an audience.

The so-called ’Deity’ could devour thousands of such swordsmen in an instant.

But now, It could only lower Its head.

Looking at Its shattered form.

The ground healed.

It shattered.

"What swordsmanship is this?"

It questioned, hesitant, astonished.

Avent, calm, slowly uttered the name of the move he firmly believed in, the one that was destined to happen—

"Horizontal Slash."