Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 451 Super Half-Man

The dwarf race—of course, they wouldn't call themselves that. Whether it's half-human or dwarf, it's a discriminatory and derogatory term used by other races based on their appearance.

The Rock People, as the dwarves have always called themselves, believe that they come from the earth, born from the essence of rocks. Rocks are the hardest thing on earth, so as rocks among rocks, they are naturally the hardest of the hard.

This statement immediately provoked the dissatisfaction of the earth elements. "You are born from rocks, so what are we?" Thus, at the start of the racial war, the two sides were already fighting tooth and nail.

It wasn't until the Elemental Empire, because it could emit light and be used as a source of illumination, directly attracted a collective attack from other races that the dwarves, who called themselves the Rock People, inexplicably won the war.

This actually shows that the dwarves have their own cultural heritage, and no matter what, they shouldn't be unable to do something as simple as cooking.

They just don't know how to cook the ingredients they have on hand.

After all, the plants and animals that can be used as food are really too strange. The way they grow doesn't look like they're edible. Many of them are even highly poisonous. If you eat a couple of bites, you'll die on the spot. This greatly increases the difficulty of cooking them.

The selection of materials alone was enough to make these dwarves' scalps tingle.

"But...didn't they have any food when they first landed?"

It was only after learning about it that the Seed of Creation realized something was wrong.

Among the many races on the surface of the earth, the Ignivas and dwarves were among the first to land, and they have existed for the longest time, even before the mutation of plants and animals.

"Even after the plants and animals mutated, they didn't obviously run out of food. How come they suddenly can't even cook anymore?"

With this in mind, the Seed of Creation controlled the wooden dwarf and tried to use the cooking techniques it had learned from its father to break the deadlock.

Although its skills are still not as good as its father's, it has at least eaten and seen a lot of food, and at least it can process most ingredients to be edible without any toxic side effects.

"If mastering cooking means mastering the power to distribute food, then if I just prepare the ingredients well, wouldn't that mean I have the power to control these dwarves?"

The ideal is good, or at least it sounds feasible.

But just as the Seed of Creation first began to try cooking stone pigs, those round monsters with mouths on their bellies.

The swarming dwarven guards actually captured the wooden statue it was controlling.

"You dare to open fire without permission? Don't you know there's a ban?"

The Seed of Creation was stunned. What did they mean by "opening fire without permission"? And what was the deal with this ban?

"I'm just making myself something to eat..."

The Seed of Creation tried to defend itself, and its reasons were quite valid: it was making food for itself, not selling it to others, so what was wrong with that?
But to the dwarves, it was nothing.

To open fire without authorization is an act of utter treason.

"By firing without permission and eating yourself to death, you are depleting the tribe's workforce and threatening the survival of the Rock People!"

"No, this..."

Even though the Seed of Creation's woody, fibrous head was more than enough to sustain all the Tahririans, it still inevitably fell silent upon hearing the words of these dwarven guards.

Fortunately, the Seed of Creation's wooden head was indeed useful enough, and the stagnation only lasted for a moment.

"I can make sure that the food I make won't kill you."

After a moment's thought, the Seed of Creation no longer concealed its power.

As long as it doesn't kill it, there shouldn't be any problem. Although revealing its cooking skills now is a bit premature, these things have to be told eventually. So it doesn't matter sooner or later; today it wants these dwarves to know that it also has the ability to cook and that it also has the right to distribute food!

And there is one more point, which is the most crucial one.

That is, its current form is that of a dwarf.

There's no longer any need to rely on the Ignivas to distribute food; the dwarves themselves will have the right to distribute food, which should be a good thing for all dwarves.

At least from the Seed of Creation's perspective, there's nothing wrong with this.

However, it was precisely at this moment, when the Seed of Creation was full of confidence, that...

The dwarves who had surrounded it suddenly burst into laughter.

"You won't die from eating this? You?"

The lead dwarf guard grabbed the skin of the meat that the Seed of Creation had just stewed.

The reason it's called a stone pig is because it has almost no meat; its entire body is covered in thick skin. It's as hard to chew as a stone, and even after being swallowed, it's difficult to digest. It's like swallowing a stone; it will tear your intestines from the inside.

Therefore, in order to make this thing well, the Seed of Creation uses a stewing method.

The stewing process lasts for eighteen hours, with various spices added in between. Of course, these spices are also poisonous, but the Seed of Creation knows how to neutralize the toxins by combining them. Of course, more importantly, after combining them, there must be a relatively palatable taste, which is the key to the key.

In short, through a series of processing steps, things that were originally completely inedible became edible.

From the Seed of Creation's perspective, this is a manifestation of skill. It has considerable confidence in its creation, believing that this thing will absolutely not kill anyone.

And indeed, after eating the meat skin, none of the dwarf guards were affected; in fact, they were even surprised by its smooth texture.

But just as the Seed of Creation was about to enjoy the shock of the dwarves...

Several spears knocked it to the ground on the spot.

You're saying you made this?

"if not?"

The Seed of Creation couldn't understand why it would ask such a question. Hadn't these dwarves just fished the flesh out of its pot?
"I made all of these myself, they're all my own creations..."

"What do you mean by 'your skill'! This is clearly something you stole!"

The dwarves swung their spears and gave the Seed of Creation a brutal beating.

"Speak! Where did you steal all these things from! How dare you steal from Lord Ignivas? You must have a death wish!"

"..."

The Seed of Creation, pinned to the ground and beaten, was speechless for a long time.

It seemed there was no need for it to say anything, since the dwarven guards hadn't given it a chance to speak. During the beating, the dwarven guards had already answered their own questions and completed the logical loop themselves.

However, the Seed of Creation did not expect that this was not the end of everything.

This is only the beginning.

(End of this chapter)