Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 1302 The God of Food and the God of Gluttony (8K)

"Stop fooling around. Hurry up and cook, I'm starving."

The woman in the yellow dress held the man's hand and said with a hint of reproach.

The man chuckled and replied, "Which kind of sausage would you like to try today? I have big sausages, small sausages, mushroom sausages, hundreds of kinds of sausages, thousands of kinds of sausages, I have everything."

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

The woman in the yellow dress exclaimed angrily, "That's disgusting! I don't eat sausages!"

"You call yourself the God of Cookery? When it comes to culinary skills, you're far inferior to the God of Emotions."

"I don't care, I'm going to enjoy some delicacies. You decide what to do, but if you can't satisfy my appetite, you can forget about getting into your room to rest today."

"Alright, alright, what can I do? My wife is the Nine-Colored Goddess. Want to eat something delicious? It's easy! Watch me, the God of Cookery, show you my skills."

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a white light and instantly appeared next to the small house.

In a flash, they entered the kitchen, where the sounds of cooking clattering filled the air.

For the God of Cookery, cooking is a piece of cake.

Any ingredient in his hands can be transformed from rotten to magical.

Okay, actually, this is a skill he honed through repeated practice, not the God of Cookery's talent, which he doesn't possess.

At the same time, the Nine-Colored Goddess walked to the front of the house, sat down at the stone table, rested her chin on her hands, and smiled, but a trace of melancholy was revealed in her eyes.

Their current ease is a facade. Although the couple is far from the central location of the divine realm, they can only faintly hear the cracking sounds.

But how could they not know what had actually happened?

Tang San can use the emblem of the God of Destruction to issue orders to all the original sin gods to act according to the original plan.

Using his Asura God Badge to teleport Xiao Wu to switch his own divine position, and teleporting Ma Hongjun to set up his schemes, how could he not have made any arrangements for them?

Using a counter-strategy was Tang San's plan from the very beginning.

The God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess here are naturally Oscar and Ning Rongrong.

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and Oscar came out carrying a large plate filled with fried rice!

That's right, it's fried rice.

But once this fried rice was served, the rich floral aroma around it was completely masked.

A delightful aroma wafted over.

Each grain of rice is golden yellow, and the fried rice seems to be adorned with countless emeralds and white jade.

Just looking at it makes your mouth water.

"Come and try this Pearl Jade White Jade Golden Rice, made by the God of Cookery himself!"

Ning Rongrong said dismissively, "What pearl, jade, white jade, and golden rice? It's just egg fried rice with some vegetables!"

Despite saying that, she moved swiftly, a nine-colored ribbon flashing by as she swept the plate up and brought it to herself.

Oscar seemed used to her criticisms, watching with a smile as she placed the fried rice on the table, ready to dig in.

Suddenly, Oscar's expression changed slightly, and he turned his gaze in one direction.

Behind him, rings of light instantly overlapped, transforming into a five-ringed halo that hovered behind his head.

A powerful aura also rose up.

Ning Rongrong also sensed something was wrong. She put down the fried rice she was eating and quickly went to Oscar's side.

Similarly, a five-ring halo rose up. But unlike Oscar's white halo, the halo behind her head was nine-colored, extremely dazzling.

Not only that, she raised her right hand, and a small pagoda rose in her palm.

The pagoda has nine stories and shimmers with a hazy, precious light.

Just like the halos behind the Seven Deadly Sins, they are all seven halos belonging to the first-level gods.

At this moment, the five-ringed halo behind Ning Rongrong and Oscar represents their status as second-level deities.

The gap between a first-level god and a second-level god is enormous, even greater than the gap between a god-king and a first-level god.

After all, the reason why many first-level gods cannot inherit the position of God-King is simply because there are not enough slots. The position of God-King is so limited that there is no room for anyone to be chosen.

Their talent allows them to unleash power close to that of a god-king, despite their divine status.

As for a level two god, unless they are ambushed, their maximum potential in their lifetime is only that of a level two god.

"Hehehehe, chatter chatter chatter!"

A chilling laugh rang out, and everything around seemed to darken.

The once clear sky above the valley suddenly turned completely overcast. Layers of dark yellow light descended from the sky, like a giant light shield, enveloping the entire valley.

"Who is it?" Oscar asked with a cold look in his eyes.

"What? Now that you know who I am, you want to rebel? Do you even have the ability?"

The cold voice carried a hint of smugness, but more than anything, it exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

"They're just two second-tier deities, and neither of them are good at fighting. It's a real waste of divine power for the divine realm to have deities like you!"

A dark yellow figure slowly walked over from a distance. He seemed to walk very slowly, but his figure quickly magnified in front of Oscar and Ning Rongrong.

It was a grotesque man with a ferocious face and a large belly.

Its imposing body was three meters tall, radiating a strong dark yellow light, with a dark yellow halo behind its head, consisting of as many as seven rings.

He had small eyes, but instead of looking at Oscar and Ning Rongrong, he stared at the plate of fried rice on the table, his eyes filled with greed.

"It smells so good, so good, so good. This God of Cookery is actually quite useful. From now on, you will be my personal chef."

"Haha, hahaha! I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Oscar scoffed. "Why are villains always so arrogant when they make their entrance?"

Ning Rongrong nodded and said, "And she's so ugly."

The grotesque, dark yellow figure stiffened, then roared, "How dare you call me ugly?"

Oscar said arrogantly, "Look at your appearance, isn't that ugly? Do you even know who we are?"

The strange, dark yellow figure chuckled and said, "I know, of course I know. Aren't you from the same continent as that sea god, and were once partners? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

Oscar asked, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't you afraid?"

The strange, dark yellow figure chuckled, "I am the God of Gluttony. Afraid? Of course I'm afraid! I'm terrified! Hahahaha!"

Listening to his burst of wild laughter, there wasn't a trace of fear in him.

Oscar's face immediately darkened.

The other party knew his and his wife's identities, yet still dared to be so arrogant; he must have something to rely on.

The next moment, his face suddenly changed to a fawning smile, "Ah! So it's the God of Gluttony! You wanted to eat something good, you should have said so earlier! It's my honor to be your personal chef."

"It would be my honor, a humble food connoisseur, to have this fried rice. Please do me the honor of trying it."

(End of this chapter)