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Chapter 106 Wu Umur, Chief Steward of the Morning Star Watch Army's Kitchen!
Chapter 106 Wu Umur, Chief Steward of the Morning Star Watch Army's Kitchen!
Reason is no match for terrifying physical urges.
The elder spotted seals closest to the food had their eyes bloodshot and pounced on the fish on the altar, grabbing it and stuffing it into their mouths without even caring whether it was raw or cooked!
Ah Jiao and several other young people also subconsciously began looking for anything around them that they could put in their mouths.
But at this moment, my stomach felt like a furnace, and everything I ate was digested in an instant, leaving me with absolutely no feeling of fullness! My stomach was still screaming and burning!
The food was quickly devoured.
Some spotted seals, their eyes green with hunger and their reason on the verge of collapse, began to uncontrollably turn their gaze to the soil on the ground.
Shavings scattered around the altar, and even myself!
A massive pica event is about to unfold!
Fortunately, Umur realized that this was not a battlefield and promptly withdrew his territory, thus preventing a large-scale situation of cannibalism from developing.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Gasps of relief filled the air as everyone collapsed to the ground, clutching their stomachs, which were no longer raging, their faces etched with lingering fear.
The look in his eyes as he gazed at the fist-sized furnace figurine was filled with unprecedented awe.
Others might not recognize the item, but as an employee of "Guo Di Lao," Ah Jiao was very familiar with it!
The moment he recovered, he bowed to the figure in gratitude, praising Umur's power.
The small figure's furnace fire continued to burn steadily, as if the terrifying aura from before had been created casually.
A flash of light appeared in the furnace, and a "leg" formed from flames suddenly shot out!
on!
The phantom suddenly trembled violently, golden light scattered and drifted wildly, and its overall outline blurred for a moment!
He got kicked out?!
To everyone's surprise, the illusory eye, after being kicked, didn't fly into a rage. Instead, it seemed stunned. Then, it actually approached, its tone obsequious: "Stove Manager!!? So you didn't disappear! I—I thought you, like the Legion Commander, the Vice Commander, and the Treasurer, all—all—all—after that war."
Umur did not respond, but the fire in the furnace burned even brighter, turning into strands of flame that wrapped around the illusory eye like chains.
"Sizzle—"
The moment the flames touched the phantom, they made a loud noise, like cold water being poured into boiling oil!
"Ahhh! Head Steward! Spare me, Head Steward! I didn't really want to be the Supreme Being's lackey!"
The phantom eye emitted a mournful wail: "I—I was forced! That fragment—that fragment of the power of the Eye of Foresight—was forcibly given to me by the Supreme Heaven! I didn't kill the Prophet Goddess!"
"I've taken a fragment of authority, so I must register it—otherwise I'll be immediately purged!"
He continued rambling incoherently, explaining, "All these years have passed, but I've always remembered our Morning Star Watchers! I've been lying low in this little place, quietly waiting, waiting for the day when everything is turned upside down and order is restored!"
You—you're temporarily giving yourself to me, isn't that what you're thinking?
I... I'm still a member of the Morning Star Watchers' logistics mess hall! Please, have mercy on me, considering all the hard work I've done over the years, even if I haven't achieved anything great!
The one-eyed phantom begged for mercy and pledged its loyalty incoherently, desperately trying to distance itself from "Supreme Heaven" and trying its best to prove that it was still one of its own.
But Umur's fiery threads did not stop at all; instead, they wrapped even tighter, and the parts of the phantom that were touched by the fiery threads began to melt like ice and snow!
The fragments of divine authority that originally belonged to the realm of "foresight" and "insight" were peeled from the phantom by the threads of flame and then merged into the furnace fire of the miniature figure.
"Damn it! Don't splash me with dirty water!"
"I have never betrayed you, nor have I ever compromised!"
Umur, already seething with anger and resentment at being falsely accused of colluding with "the Supreme Heaven," finally spoke up for the first time.
The tone was not as majestic or aged as one might imagine; instead, it carried a simple and honest feeling, like an honest person who had been wronged and was so anxious that he was jumping up and down.
There seemed to be a slight sigh mixed in with the voice, as if recalling a scene from the past.
As the fragments of power were gradually peeled away, the shrill wails of the phantom gradually subsided, no longer so painful, but instead carrying a sense of calm.
The flames not only burned away the "divinity" that had been forcibly implanted in it, but also seemed to burn away the disguise that was obscured by power. With the disguise removed, the true nature was gradually revealed.
He was a seemingly honest and unassuming fat fish chef. He wore a worn but clean apron, a chef's hat perched askew on his head, and a slightly embarrassed smile on his large-mouthed face: "Head of the kitchen—"
With a sense of relief and liberation, the fish chef's spiritual form, like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, completely dissipated and returned to nothingness in the last warm glow of the Umur hearth fire.
After a long silence, Umur sighed, "Goodbye, Farek, my best head chef."
The sigh dissipated into the stagnant air, and also into a bygone era belonging to the "Morning Star Watchers," buried by dust.
The spotted seals were already dumbfounded. The contractual bond deep in their souls was completely severed as the phantom disappeared, but they felt no discomfort. Instead, they felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Even after the furnace figurine returned to Wang's hands, his mind was still in turmoil, and everything that had just happened in the blink of an eye left him somewhat dazed.
Suddenly, countless seemingly scattered clues were instantly connected as if by an invisible thread!
That's it!
The deity worshipped by this group of spotted seals for generations is not a legitimate deity at all.
It was just one part of the vast logistical system of the Morning Star Watchers during the War of Gods!
Moreover, he was just a minor figure doing odd jobs under Umur, the God of Food who was in charge of the kitchen at the time!
That's why the abilities he bestowed were so useless, because what he himself possessed was not the complete whole.
After that brutal war of the gods, more than 90% of the gods disappeared.
The cook survived by sheer luck and even unexpectedly fused with a small fragment of the broken divine essence that had shattered after the prophetic goddess's fall, thus acquiring a trace of divinity.
After being registered by "the Supreme Heaven", it could barely be considered to have officially become a deity, its alignment was classified as "good and lawful", and it gained the qualification to develop believers.
But it is essentially a cook, with little fighting ability and no ambition to develop its doctrines.
My greatest hobby remains studying recipes and figuring out seasonings.
To escape the expansionist conflicts between the gods, he found refuge in a small, secluded village inhabited by the spotted seal tribe and survived there.
Occasionally, he would also bestow the seasonings he had developed upon the seals. The reason Ah Jiao was able to get a job at "Guo Di Lao" was because he secretly bribed them with a recipe for the base sauce.
As the days went by, this guy, who was essentially still a cook, gradually became blinded by the power he couldn't control.
Its appetite grew ever more insatiable, its demands for sacrifices became increasingly demanding, and its methods gradually escalated from mere transactions to undeniable threats. It seemed to have forgotten who it was, and its actions were solely for the purpose of achieving its own ends.
However, the crisis of the spotted seal tribe's sacrificial ceremony was resolved, perhaps even too thoroughly, by burning away their faith.
Yu Wang looked at the group of spotted seals around the altar, who looked as if they had lost their parents and were completely distraught, as if the sky had fallen.
Perhaps it is difficult for humans to fully understand, but in this world where miracles are manifested and faith and survival are closely intertwined, faith is like eating and drinking for many indigenous peoples; it is the cornerstone of their spiritual world and part of the meaning of their existence.
They can endure hunger and thirst, but they must never be without the support of faith.
"Are we suggesting they switch their faith to the food god Umur?"
Yu Wang glanced at the furnace figurine in his hand. But the God of Food didn't seem to lack followers from these remote islands, and judging from Umur's indifferent attitude after resolving the trouble, he clearly had no interest in taking in these leopards.
Yu Wang suddenly had a thought that might be feasible.
"Perhaps—we could try to recruit some followers for Iristil?" Yu Wang tried to convey this thought to the God of Food figurine in his hand.
The fire in the furnace flickered slightly, indicating that Umur had no objections and was even more pleased that Yu Wang did so.
Iris Thiel accepted the offer.
They do need believers and the power of faith to nourish themselves and restore their strength, but they have their own principles.
As a nature deity born in his own land, he hopes that the problems of his world can be solved by the native inhabitants of his world.
Therefore, Yu Wang conveyed a message to the clan chief that if they wished, they could try to convert to worship another, more ancient deity who was closely associated with their ancestors who had participated in the war of gods.
The other spotted seals showed no lingering affection for their former partner!
Perhaps it was the suffocating pressure of being subjected to harsh demands for so long, or perhaps it was the growing disillusionment with its lackluster abilities, or perhaps it was the shocking scene of witnessing the "true god" crushing the "false god" that had just occurred to them.
In short, they practically indulged themselves to join Iristi's ranks.
The whole process went so smoothly that even Yu Wang was somewhat surprised.
Furthermore, Iristiel did not engage in any complicated faith contracts or spiritual imprints as Yu Wang believed in the initiation ceremony.
He simply accepted a simple, grateful collective worship from the leopards and took the fruit offerings.
A milky white light flowed from the stone statue and gently brushed across the forehead of each spotted seal.
And then—it was done.
From now on, these leopards are one of us!
There are no contractual obligations or mandatory clauses.
It was as if I had simply recorded the fact that "these beings were willing to pray to me".
Yu Wang keenly noticed this difference.
"Could it be because—Iristier is a genuine nature deity who existed before the war of the gods, whose authority and divinity are completely self-consistent and are inherently connected to the fundamental rules of the world?"
Therefore, He doesn't need a coercive contract to bind believers; their prayers and faith will naturally flow to Him and be accepted by His divinity.
In comparison, those gods who need to rely on coercive contracts to maintain faith and consolidate their authority are miles ahead of Iristiel!
It's roughly the difference between 3G and 5G.
At the same time, a bold conjecture forms in the delusional mind:
Could it be that those guys in the highest heaven are all fake?