The Demon’s Menu

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!]

[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 search for clothes he could wear.

In the recent battle, most of his clothes were already damaged. Only a few remnants protected his modesty and several leather pockets, barely covering the essentials, but he still felt a chill as he walked.

The towering, robust figure of Jason made it difficult for him to find clothes that fit, leaving him with limited options to choose from.

Eventually, he found a pair of roomy overalls in a butcher’s shop, but no matter how hard he searched, he could not find a suitable top and had to settle for a leather apron the butchers wore while cutting meat.

After rinsing it with water, Jason slipped the apron over his head, frowned at the old blood stains and filth on it, and hoped to wash it again, but time did not allow it!

Hum!

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In the outskirts northwest of Ang City, a sharp Sword Intent soared into the sky.

"Has it started?"

Feeling such sharpness, Jason took a deep breath and slowly put on his mask.

Not the ’Night Owl’!

But his own ice hockey mask.

The Sword Intent of Avent was not just about combat; it was also signaling to them: The plan is going smoothly, proceed to the next step!

After a slight adjustment, the ice hockey mask quickly calmed Jason down. He lifted his hand to draw a broad-bladed short-handled machete, whose sharp edge reflected the masked figure in the moonlight.

In the moonlight, the ice hockey mask appeared cold and distant, and Jason’s eyes were even colder.

He looked towards the location where the Sword Intent soared.

He sensed the twisted struggle that continued under that sharp Sword Intent.

From behind the mask came detached, murderous words—

"The world is dirty again."

...

The clergy’s attendant looked up subconsciously upon hearing footsteps.

When he saw the figure wearing a black cloak and a Night Owl mask, he was immediately startled.

Then, he raised his voice to halt the figure.

"Halt!"

"You blasphemer!"

As he spoke, a white glow tinged with blood appeared in his hand, which condensed into a long sword within moments.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the ’Night Owl’ before him.

The sanctified glow enveloped the ’Night Owl,’ and the immense pressure descended like a mountain from the heavens.

However, for the ’Night Owl,’ such pressure seemed non-existent.

He continued to step forward.

"Halt!"

The clergy’s attendant shouted again, followed by a swift slash of his sword.

Though they were more than ten meters apart, when he made this slash, a crimson glow shot from the white sword, now slightly stained with blood. The glow looked like Sword Qi but also like a secret technique.

And it was incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, it reached the ’Night Owl.’

The ’Night Owl,’ eyeing this attack that resembled Sword Qi as much as it did a secret technique, narrowed his eyes slightly behind the mask.

Crack!

The scarlet glow shattered like porcelain hitting the ground.

A faint smell of blood began to fill the air.

"Relying too much on external forces, your sword... is not sincere enough," Avent said slowly.

"A sword that kills you is a good sword!"

"You can block one, but what about a hundred?"

The clergy’s attendant growled, and his sword lashed out once more.

Just as he said, with each swing of his sword, rich in the smell of blood, hundreds of scarlet glows appeared. Within those glows, distorted faces flickered in and out of existence.

They stared at Avent.

Their eyes filled with resentment, hatred, and the intent to kill.

Mere mortals would feel chilled to the bone just by their gaze.

Avent, on the other hand, stood unaffected.

Moreover, he even had the leisure to observe these scarlet glows.

A moment later, the ’Sword Saint’ nodded slightly.

"So that’s how it is."

"Sacrificed their lives, twisted their souls... Indeed, it’s a consistent practice of the ’Sanctuary.’

Avent said.

"What does it matter if you’ve discovered it?"

"You are now surrounded by hundreds of ’Silence’ techniques!"

The Pope’s close minister sneered coldly.

Sweat streamed down his forehead; clearly, using hundreds of ’Silence’ attacks was a considerable burden on him.

"’Silence’?"

Avent was stunned after hearing the name, then shook his head.

Without saying a word, his gaze conveyed his thoughts.

Unworthy!

The attacks before him, a mix of Sword Qi and secret techniques, didn’t deserve the name ’Silence.’

"Hmph!"

The Pope’s close minister snorted coldly and fell silent.

The hundreds of Sword Qi assaults he considered ’Silence’ charged at Avent with a series of sharp wails from vengeful spirits.

The invisible wails spread out, and birds startled into flight in the distance fell to the ground, lifeless; even the insects hidden underground grew stiff.

An aura akin to plunder appeared on the ’Silence.’

Their crimson light became increasingly blinding.

And the Pope’s close minister was within this aura’s range.

What initially looked like a full face visibly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But he paid it no heed.

He wanted to see Avent die!

A hundred ’Silence’ attacks would surely kill Avent!

The Pope’s close minister was very confident.

Then—

Crack crack crack!

The hundred ’Silence’ assaults that reached Avent shattered one after another.

The sound of them breaking sounded like slaps across the Pope’s close minister’s face.

It was not only painful, but it also left him incredulous.

"Impossible!"

"The Pope himself said it!"

"With a hundred ’Silence’ attacks, you would surely be killed!"

The Pope’s close minister bellowed.

"He’s not wrong."

"A hundred ’Silence’ attacks could indeed have killed me, but that was the me of the past."

"Me now?"

"There’s still a bit lacking."

"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."

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