I'm not just human!

Among the two figures, one was an elderly man with a white beard that reached his chest, wearing a pure white priest's robe with starry sky patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar.

But unlike ordinary clergy, his robe also had a pattern of the cosmos on the chest, and it was even flowing, as if the entire universe was condensed into it.

The old man stared at the giant bear with a serious and cold expression. His eyes flickered as if he were deep in thought. His gaze seemed to be on the bear, but it was actually completely unfocused.

If Chestnut were here, she would surely recognize that this old man was none other than Patriarch Osius, whom she had seen from afar in the Earthly Kingdom of the Silver Universe when she was crowned Archbishop!

The Patriarch is the supreme being in the Silver Church, second only to God and above all others. His status is almost equivalent to that of a follower of God, especially in this era where none of the nine major churches follow God and there is only the true God.

Below the Patriarch are the Cardinals, and below the Cardinals are the Archbishops.

Furthermore, the archbishops are divided into different dioceses, and their status varies depending on the prosperity of the diocese.

This was an old man with stern brows and an imposing presence, yet sitting opposite him was a young man.

The young man seemed to have casually dug out a boulder to use as a chair, and sat there lazily. His expression was very languid, as if he hadn't woken up yet, but his eyes had a sense of having seen through everything in the world.

Even when facing the Patriarch of the Silver Universe, this young man remained free-spirited and quite casual.

He was flipping through the index of a book, his gaze fixed on the entry for "How to ensure that supernatural creatures can be cooked on a planet without oxygen." After carefully turning to the corresponding page and looking at it, he finally looked up at the old man.

"Lord Osius, are you still thinking about what happened this morning?"

The young man spoke with a faint smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Osius gave him a cold glance and did not answer.

The young man didn't seem to care at all and continued speaking as if to himself:

"There are too few clues right now, so there's no use in thinking about it. Besides, didn't you already inform the gods of your Silver Church through a sacrifice?"

Osius's gaze deepened, like an endless deep sea that could contain everything, but his expression remained unchanged, and he still did not respond.

The young man sighed, seemingly having made a fool of himself, but still spoke:

"That's an entire life-bearing planet. Although it has been barren for thousands or tens of thousands of years and no longer has any life, to destroy an entire life-bearing planet to extract its essence... I advise you not to get involved in such a large-scale undertaking, after all..."

He seemed to be recalling something from the past, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face:

"...My life is the most important thing."

Osius finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant, like an iceberg that had never melted in tens of thousands of years:

"It's happening right before my eyes, it's hard not to think about it... After I finish eating this giant bear that devours meteorites, I should go back to the Kingdom of Augu."

The young man laughed:

"That's right, the delicious food is right in front of us. This is a supernatural creature from the starry sky, whose every piece of meat is rich in enormous extraordinary power. Let's eat first and then worry about other things. By the way, do you have any wine?"

Osius's face immediately darkened:

“You know, Dictator, ever since that incident I swore before the Lord that I would never touch a drop of wine again.”

The young man, known as Dick Tudor, smiled slyly and suddenly pulled out a silver wine jar from his pocket. The jar was engraved with exquisite and intricate patterns, making it a rare treasure.

He popped the cork off, deliberately sniffed the aroma of the wine, and smacked his lips, saying:

"What a pity! Such delicious food can't be paired with wine. I feel sorry for you."

Osius raised his white eyebrows, about to speak.

Suddenly, on this vast, desolate, dark brown planet without even an atmosphere, the sound of a handcart's tires rolling across the ground abruptly rang out.

Dick was quite surprised and turned to look in the direction of the sound. Then, a deep sense of apprehension appeared on his face.

Then, a figure was seen pushing a small cart commonly used by street vendors, slowly walking towards the two of them.

He was a tall, thin man with a warm smile on his face. His brows exuded the elegance of a prince of royal lineage, clearly indicating that he was very well-mannered.

On his cart was a pot of hot soup, with various delicacies such as braised sheep's head and braised chicken feet laid out beside it.

The man pushed the cart to the two of them and handed them two handwritten menus.

"Two guests, would you like something to eat?"

Patriarch Osius took it, glanced at it, and saw that it was labeled "Braised Sheep's Head," "Heart and Lung Soup," "Braised Chicken Leg," and so on. At a glance, it was all meat dishes.

His eye twitched silently, and a hint of apprehension flickered in his eyes. He politely handed the handwritten menu back to the man, saying in a very courteous tone:

"Thank you, but no, I'm not hungry yet."

The man smiled warmly:

"Okay, you're welcome."

Dick Tudor then took the opportunity to return the menu:

"I'm not hungry either, thank you for your kindness."

The man still smiled warmly.

"Okay, you're welcome."

Immediately, he pushed the cart, turned around, and slowly walked away.

Dick Tudor only breathed a sigh of relief when his figure completely disappeared on the horizon.

"The Gourmet... How did this entity end up on this planet? I almost thought I was in danger today."

Osius said calmly:

"This entity will appear wherever there are humans. Do not provoke him or violate his rules. Just send him away normally."

As soon as he finished speaking, the patriarch of the Silver Church seemed to sense something, his aged body trembled, and he looked incredulously at the starry sky in the far right.

Dick Tudor's sculpted, handsome face froze for a moment, forgetting even his drink, and his gaze also turned to the right.

There was a star there, the same white-purple star that the dark brown, entirely rocky planet beneath their feet orbited.

At that moment, the star was suddenly pushed away by an indescribable force.

The already balanced gravity of the galaxy immediately changed, and the dark brown planet beneath their feet began to slowly but steadily fly towards the white-purple star.

There is also a planet in the far distance that broke free from the gravity of the white-purple star and flew into the depths of the universe.

But neither Patriarch Osius nor the young man named Dictator cared at all that their planet was crashing into the star.

Their gazes both focused on the original location of the white-purple star.

Now, only emptiness remains there.

Empty and desolate, devoid of anything.

But the void began to collapse, piece by piece, like deep purple glass being shattered.

These deep purple "glass" pieces flashed briefly and then disappeared immediately.

And so, the void that could have contained a star was transformed into a pure black void, which felt extremely eerie.

"What... happened?"

Dick Tudor nearly slipped off the boulder, almost dropping the silver wine jug in his hand, and spilling a few drops of wine because of his trembling hands.

It tastes like rum.

Shock gradually rose in Osius's pupils, and he almost froze. After a long while, he finally spoke haltingly:

"Could it be... that great being... shaping its own power?"

“Power?” Dick Tudor asked, puzzled.

Osius's hands were trembling uncontrollably, despite his efforts to restrain them. He took several deep breaths before speaking with a speculative tone:

"I'm just guessing. At first, it drained the essence of an entire life-bearing planet, and now it's starting to devour space and shape space-related powers. What exactly is going on..."

He suddenly thought of something, and his old, hunched figure trembled violently, unable to continue speaking.

Dick Tudor nearly widened his eyes in surprise:

"But isn't the power of space under the control of the Lord you serve?"

The deity served by the Silver White Church, the Silver White Universe, is clearly associated with spatial power, as can be heard from its name alone.

Osius shook his head:

“They are different. The Lord possesses the spatial power of the entire universe, while this mysterious and great being has only taken away this part of the space. He... must be exploring how to build his own power!”

Dick Tudor sighed:

"What a pity. I thought I would see your master make a move. According to you, the next step for this mysterious and great being should be... signing a secret pact?"

Osius fell silent again, offering no reply, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, on the scattered, dark universe.

……

On the other side of this dark brown planet, the figure of the "gourmet" who was pushing a cart was about to disappear when it suddenly stopped.

He blankly looked up at the vast, empty expanse of the cosmos.

As a physical entity, the face of a gourmet should have always worn a warm and elegant smile, like a mask that never changes.

But at this moment, after a brief moment of stunned silence, the warm and elegant smile that had always been on his face disappeared, replaced by a human-like look of contemplation.

"Could it be..."

……

Ninety-eight!

"Ninety-nine!"

"one hundred!!!"

A low growl escaped from Xia Fa's throat, a satisfied release after achieving his goal. He forced himself to sit down on the sofa.

But he didn't see it at all. The moment he sat down on the sofa, purplish-black "shards of glass" emerged from behind the wall and poured into his back.

It immediately and completely merged into his body.

Chapter 14 Oh no, am I being treated as a physical being?

"The soreness is back..."

Xia Fa sighed softly. He had originally planned to do a hundred push-ups, then continue with a hundred pull-ups, and ideally, a kilometer jog.

But now he realizes that with his frail body, completing this entire plan is a long and arduous task.