Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 291 Randomly Sneaking in for a Meal: Accidentally Joining the Real-World Gathering? (Part 2)

At that moment, the entire villa garden fell silent.

Especially those who were fanatical tomb raiders and tour guides, who had just entered the top ten in terms of physical evidence, immediately became fearful and wary.

After all, although they are both physical entities, they didn't actually know each other at all at the beginning.

Because the origins of each entity can be said to be somewhat different, or even completely different.

In this situation, who knows if the glutton will devour them as if they were gnawing on a wall of flesh?

Of all the entities present, only the bard and the storyteller appeared relatively indifferent.

Even gourmets and the chieftain of all poisons could barely maintain their composure.

The other entities, like the commentator and the avid tomb raider, became somewhat nervous, some even afraid to look at the extremely blurry figure that seemed to be completely wrapped in mosaic.

Previously, Lord Gluttony's record was merely dealing with bizarre creatures like the army of putrid insects, which any random god could easily handle. But last time, he even devoured a wall of flesh and blood raw; he was truly formidable.

Not only are humans and demi-humans throughout the universe discussing this earth-shattering battle between entities, but many also believe that Lord Gluttony ranks among the top three entities.
In fact, from the perspective of the entities, this was almost a battle in which the gluttons crushed the wall of flesh. Therefore, in their minds, the gluttons had become an existence no less than the story tellers and bards.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Just then, at the prompting of the storyteller, the gourmet coughed twice, and with an elegant and friendly smile on his face, looked at the glutton.

"I never expected to see you again, Lord Glutton, since the time of the Cloth Bag Dynasty."

"Ah."

A hoarse, chaotic voice, like the erratic flow of electricity, rang out. It came from the glutton, who replied with a single, simple word.

The gourmet was taken aback, and his face almost flushed with uncontrollable anger. After all, he had never been treated so coldly by anyone before.

But immediately, perhaps remembering the Glutton's previous exploits, he forcibly held back and spoke in an even more polite tone:
"Welcome, welcome. We've already removed all the contaminants today. Don't worry, the situation from last time won't happen again."

"Ah."

The glutton replied with a single word, his voice still extremely noisy, like countless voices overlapping each other.

The food critic had no choice but to give the storyteller a look, indicating that he had completed his task and the rest was up to him.

Immediately afterwards, the food critic continued to stir-fry the noodles.

The entire room fell silent once again. Through the conversation between the gourmet and the glutton, the beings all vaguely realized that... the glutton seemed to be a serious and unsmiling person.

Even the storyteller and the bard merely glanced at the glutton and then remained silent, making no attempt to speak with him.

Before understanding each other's "rules" and "origins," the entities are actually a great threat to each other.

However, none of the people present knew that Xia Fa was actually panicking.

He even felt like slapping himself twice. Why couldn't he have sat down first in the tavern and then started fantasizing about the joy of feasting later?
Of course, it's also possible that after a series of battles, especially dealing with the Bronze Cleaners and meeting the [Sage], and hearing so many secrets, he was mentally exhausted and didn't notice this.

This random free meal thing is also quite unpredictable. Except when I actively want to trigger it, the other times it happens completely without any pattern. It was okay before, as the places I went to weren't too dangerous.

And this time...

"Stand up, or not stand up?"

Xia Fa was filled with inner turmoil and hesitation.

If you're asking me to stand up and go back right away, that's certainly fine, but the key is that I'm also a little reluctant to leave.

I randomly stumbled upon a place where people from the real world were having a gathering. Although it was extremely dangerous, it was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Perhaps, we can glimpse some of the secrets of these entities, or even gain some opportunities.

But not standing up is too dangerous. It's fine for the narrators and avid tomb raiders, but if the storytellers and bards discover something, it's unimaginable what might happen.

Xia Fa had no doubt that these two could kill him instantly with a single thought and their respective "rules".

After some internal struggle, I saw that the food critic was about to finish cooking the fried noodles, and the incredibly tempting aroma was already wafting over.

Xia Fa finally gritted his teeth and decided... to stay and see!

His previous serious and unsmiling attitude didn't seem to provoke much reaction from the entities, suggesting that there might still be room for maneuver.

Just then, the gourmet tipped the iron pot in his hand, and the stove under his feet immediately went out.

An aroma of fried noodles, many times stronger than before, completely filled the air.

"Your Excellency, Glutton, needless to say, you certainly need one, right?"

The gourmet smiled elegantly, and perhaps because the glutton was a guest, he tossed his large ladle and delivered a serving of fried noodles to the glutton first.

The fried noodles, emitting an irresistible aroma, traced a graceful arc in the air before landing in front of Xia Fa.

Just when Xia Fa thought the fried noodles would fall directly onto the table, a round white porcelain plate appeared out of thin air, and the fried noodles landed steadily in it.

Xia Fa looked down and immediately began to drool uncontrollably.

The fried noodles are made with a special type of wheat from the southern coast of the Boyue Empire. The flour made from this wheat is extremely chewy and has always been a tribute to the royal family.

The ham is made from the hind legs of the "fierce-bristled pigs" raised by the Budai Dynasty. It is dried and sliced ​​into thin pieces, glossy and shiny, with the fatty parts almost translucent.

The dried scallops are sourced from the shell island of the Worm Islands, a specialty of the scallops. These scallops are known for their plump and firm dried scallops, and their production is scarce, reserved only for the great pirates.

In addition, there are shredded cabbage, shredded onions, scrambled eggs, and so on, all made with the finest ingredients.

Moreover, there is no doubt that these ingredients all come from mutated supernatural creatures or extraordinary plants.

It's safe to say that this plate of fried noodles, combined with the culinary skills of this real-life gourmet... is something even extraordinary lords couldn't possibly enjoy!
"Thank you."

This time, Xia Fa didn't pretend to be aloof, afraid of angering the gourmet.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing these two words, the gourmet was first taken aback, but then a sense of pride unique to chefs appeared on his face, and he even glanced at the physical entities such as the fanatical tomb raiders with a rather boastful look.

To receive a personal thank you from the Glutton is already a tremendous recognition!
Immediately afterwards, the food expert tossed the large ladle in his hand several times, and bowls of fried noodles flew towards the diners present.

The first to be affected were naturally the storyteller and the bard, and the storyteller was the first to receive the fried noodles, followed by the bard.

Then it was Veronica, the Poison Patriarch, the Puppet Master, the Fanatical Tomb Raider, and so on...

This small detail made Xia Fa's heart skip a beat, and he realized something.

Although there has been a long-standing debate about whether bards or storytellers are stronger.

But now it seems that among the entities, the Storyteller is undoubtedly the strongest, provided that the most mysterious entity ranked first does not appear.

All I can say is that the person who answered the question... truly deserves to be called the young miner's brother.

Exclamations of praise and gratitude rang out at the dining table. Apart from the storyteller and the bard, everyone else genuinely complimented the gourmet's skills.

Then, everyone tacitly began to eat.

Xia Fa couldn't hold back any longer. Without his spiritual intuition warning him that there was something wrong with the fried noodles, he picked up a fork and immediately started eating.

The moment the fried noodles entered his mouth, their exquisite flavor awakened his taste buds.

The chewy texture of the wheat in the noodles fills your mouth and nose with the aroma of fried noodles.

The fat in the ham is incredibly rich and flavorful.

Then it blends perfectly with shredded cabbage and shredded onions...

It has to be said that this stir-fried noodle dish has once again refreshed Xia Fa's understanding of food.

He once thought the best food he had ever eaten was stir-fried lamb intestines with eggs, made by a gourmet.

And now, it's become this fried noodles!
In almost no time, Xia Fa finished the fried noodles.

To his surprise, he was full very quickly!
Mingming, even with her normal appetite, would need to eat more than a dozen plates.

Although they ate very quickly and somewhat unceremoniously, none of the other diners around them objected.

After all, everyone is familiar with the title "Glutton" and the corresponding rules.

"Would you like a glass of 600-year-old red wine from Château Lafite Rothschild to cleanse your palate, Your Excellency the Glutton?"

The food critic smiled and spoke up. He didn't eat the fried noodles he had made, but instead sat down in the second seat on the left side of the oval table.

Xia Fa replied without hesitation:
"Good work."

After finishing the fried noodles, he felt more and more that he could stay in this rare physical gathering a little longer, using the identity of "Glutton" that he was pretending to be.

Therefore, he accepted the food critic's offer of goodwill without hesitation.

The food critic's friendly smile deepened:

"You're too kind, Mr. Glutton. It's my pleasure to serve you."

After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and a glass of red wine in a crystal goblet appeared out of thin air in front of Xia Fa.

Xia Fa originally wanted to savor it properly, but then he thought that in order to maintain his identity as a "glutton," he chose to pick up the wine glass directly and drink it all in one gulp.

The fruity aroma in this red wine was exceptionally rich, once again astonishing even those who had tasted and seen Charlemagne before.

All I can say is, these physical beings truly live up to their reputation... they know how to enjoy life even more than the extraordinary monarchs.

At this moment, the storyteller and the bard exchanged a glance, seemingly realizing something.

This mysterious and powerful "Glutton" seems to have successfully "broken free" after finishing his meal.

This gave them plenty to talk about. Soon, the storyteller finished his fried noodles, and the other participants also finished their meals.

The gourmet snapped his fingers again, and the fried noodles and cutlery all disappeared. On the marble-patterned oval table, only wine glasses filled with different kinds of liquor appeared out of thin air.

Veronica, the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Poisons, was not in the form of the Holy Poison Bee Queen, but dressed like a charming noblewoman from a wealthy family, with a glass of mead in front of her.

In front of the storyteller was a glass of vodka in a wooden glass.

Before the bard was a glass of brandy, served in a narrow-mouthed, wide-bellied bottle.

The other entities also drink different kinds of alcohol.

As for Xia Fa, there was another glass of red wine from the Château de la Clerty.

"first."

The storyteller tapped the wooden wine glass, producing two muffled "tap-tap" sounds.

"Let us welcome our guest from afar, Your Excellency the Glutton."

All the entities looked at Xia Fa, some nodding in greeting, others smiling. Only Veronica, the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Poisons, waved her fair hand at Xia Fa, her five fingers moving back and forth like waves, giving a rather playful greeting.

For some reason, her girlish and playful demeanor, coupled with her beautiful and charming face like a ripe peach, made Xia Fa feel inexplicably itchy.

Seeing that the gluttons did not deny that they were "guests," the entities felt relieved.

At least, the visitors are guests, not troublemakers, which is very good.

The bard, holding a harp, then laughed:
"So, Lord Glutton, did you attack the Wall of Flesh and Blood before in order to join us?"

Xia Fa was startled, keenly realizing something.

Could it be that physical entities are also divided into two camps?
Upon closer inspection, the walls of flesh and blood, the house of imagination, the endless void... these strange, non-humanoid entities do indeed seem prone to causing all sorts of extraordinary disasters.

Entities such as storytellers and gourmets rarely harm humans or demi-humans unless their "rules" are violated.

Although it was just a guess, after sorting out his thoughts, Xia Fa nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, I'm very interested in what you've been doing lately, so I'd like to get in touch and learn more."

Unexpectedly, these words immediately turned the already harmonious atmosphere at the dinner table into a freezing one.

No, to be precise, it became more somber and oppressive.

The bard's smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Do you know what we're doing?

Oops……

Xia Fa's heart skipped a beat. He had only wanted to make it look convincing, but now it seemed like he had made a mistake.

The questioner's gaze also became scrutinizing, turning towards Xia Fa's direction.

But just then, the fanatical tomb raider sitting next to Xia Fa suddenly sniffed the air, and then his face showed utter surprise:
"Your Excellency Gluttony...you...you've already killed a Bronze Cleanser? And yet you haven't been hunted down by the Gold Cleaners? My God!"

The phrase "fervent tomb raider" seemed to instantly disarm the guarded people.

The bard's face regained its gentle smile, the storyteller also revealed a weathered smile, while the other entities seemed somewhat incredulous.

"It seems this is the real pledge of allegiance."

The storyteller began, his smile growing wider:

"Then, Lord Glutton, welcome to our Entity Redemption Society."

Physical Redemption Society?
No, how did I suddenly join?

Xia Fa was completely bewildered, although he immediately realized that this was a great thing.

The physical entity is second only to the nine righteous gods, and is far more powerful and mysterious than many external gods.

Now it seems that not only do the entities have an organization called "Entity Redemption Society", but they have also inexplicably joined it. Naturally, the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks!

"So, to gain the trust of these entities, you first need to take action against entities from the opposing faction, and then you need to hunt down a Bronze Cleaner or a Silver Cleaner?"

Xia Fa quickly realized what was going on, but he doubted that not all entities could fulfill the condition of hunting down the Bronze Cleaners.

Judging from the astonishment of the fanatical tomb raider just now, it's estimated that there are quite a few people in the Physical Redemption Society who can kill Bronze Cleaners or even Silver Cleaners, but those who dare to kill them... are probably only the Storytellers and the Bards.

But no matter what, I guess I got lucky.

Just then, the storyteller pressed his palm on the marble oval table, and a crystal materialized.

With a gentle push of one hand, the storyteller sent the crystal sliding across the table toward Xia Fa, where it came to a steady stop in front of him.

Upon closer inspection, Xia Fa discovered a burning flame within the crystal, which looked quite mystical.

Needless to say, this is naturally the identification mark of a member of the "Entity Redemption Society".

"Then let's begin the formal discussion. With Lord Gluttony joining us, our next operation should go much more smoothly."

The storyteller tapped the table twice with his index finger, his tone becoming serious and solemn.

All the other individuals immediately put down their wine glasses and sat up straight.

Only the bard, with his carefree and unrestrained smile still on his face, glanced around at the assembled entities.

"As you all probably already know, the Wall of Flesh was the first to join the Golden Cleansers, and with entities like the House of Imagination and the Endless Void also joining them, our situation has become increasingly difficult."

As he spoke, he gave Xia Fa a special look, showing his respect:
"Presumably, Lord Gluttony has heard some rumors, which is why he couldn't help but take action against a Bronze Cleanser and show such a tough attitude, right?"

What else could Xia Fa say? He could only maintain his serious demeanor and nod slightly.

"Yeah, almost."

The bard wore an expression of "I knew it," and said:

"To be honest, Lord Glutton, our Entity Redemption Society has failed twice in a row in our attempts to break into the Ancient Mithril Gate. It will be difficult to improve our strength in a short period of time. Fortunately, we still have a year, which is enough time for us to deal with the situation."

The gourmet sighed softly at this point:

"Before humans and demi-humans, after the supernatural, it will be our turn to be cleaned up by the Golden Cleaners. It's unbelievable that the House of Imagination would be so stupid as to seek refuge with the Golden Cleaners."

The commentator then chuckled coldly, the bearded man's expression now filled with disdain:
"Those idiots probably think that by joining the Golden Cleaners, they can survive. But they probably don't know that the Cleaners' goal has always been to eliminate everything in the universe that is related to supernatural power!"

Hearing this, Xia Fa couldn't help but ask why the cleaners were doing this.

If we knew the reason, especially where the cleaners came from, we might be able to find a solution.

But thinking of the Golden Axe Cleaner, the young miner, and the [Sage's] warning, he managed to hold back.

The storyteller then exclaimed:

"Yes, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later. Once the Cleaners have cleaned up all the extraordinary beings in the universe, they'll turn around and clean up a few of them."

The puppeteer then moved his index finger, and one of the skeleton puppets beside him spoke in a high-pitched, strange voice:

"In any case, we can't just sit here and wait to die. We're going to die anyway. My suggestion is that we go around looking for Bronze Cleaners and Silver Cleaners and kill them, kill them, kill them! That would be a way to get revenge sooner."

The fanatical tomb raider sneered:
"You speak with such backbone, then why don't you do what Lord Gluttony did and kill one or two Bronze Cleansers to show everyone? Are you afraid you can't stop the Bronze Pursuit Beacon, or are you afraid you can't remove the Bronze Cleanser Mark?"

Bronze Chase Beacon… Xia Fa narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that this must be the name of the bronze beam of light.

The name "Beacon Hunt" combined with the name of the Cleaners sends chills down your spine.

The puppeteer twitched his thumb, and one of the rag dolls beside him spoke in a shrill voice:

"You're talking about me? Why don't you go and kill one or two yourself? Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

The fanatical tomb raider leaned forward, as if about to retort.

"All right."

The storyteller tapped the marble tabletop again, and the two entities, who were on the verge of arguing, immediately fell silent.

"My suggestion is that now that Lord Gluttony has joined us, and everyone has had a good rest, why don't we strike while the iron is hot and try to break through the Ancient Mithril Gate again? What do you all think?"

The Gate of Ancient Mithril?

With the bard and the storyteller mentioning it twice, Xia Fa couldn't help but notice it.

For some reason, he recalled the nested strange realms of the underground cavern realm, which was the ancient giant gate made of mithril in the city of the giant jaw beast, guarded by the kneeling outer god.

No, rather than guarding, it's more accurate to say that the Outer God was forced to stay in that place before being beheaded by the Golden Cleanser, which is why his body was bound by chains extending from the Ancient Mithril Gate.

What lies inside the Gate of Ancient Mithril...?
It's astonishing that an Outer God was forced to guard it, and yet the entities were unable to break through twice.
In that instant, Xia Fa's intense curiosity was once again aroused.

In particular, Xia Fa, who had read the diary of "The First History," knew that the story's questioner was nearly as powerful as the nine great gods!

The bard is on par with the story teller, so his skills must be quite good as well.

“I have no objection,” the bard said, not only without objection but also looking expectant.

“I agree,” the food critic replied immediately.

"Agreed," "No problem," "It's time to try again," the entities, including the fanatical tomb raider and the puppet master, responded.

As a result, only one "entity" remained present, and no one expressed their opinion.

Instantly, all the entities turned their gazes and looked at Xia Fa.

(End of this chapter)