PFC Chapter 965 Offering the Great Sacrifice to the Gods (Please refresh)
Chapter 965 Offering the Great Sacrifice to the Gods (Please refresh)
Chapter 965 Offering the Great Sacrifice to the Gods (Please refresh)
Did you cry while eating?
Large tears streamed from between Su Lin's fingers, one after another, and the others who had also eaten the dish felt a sense of shared sorrow.
He wasn't the only one who reacted strongly.
Klein's humanity took over more than ever before; his mind was filled with the hardships he had endured, even recalling the expenses he hadn't been able to claim reimbursement for: 'There are many regrets, but I'm still alive.'
"I was watching the World Cup and then I was transported to another world. I didn't even get to eat a bite of barbecue. I went to Shaolin Temple to hone my skills, but after carrying water and chopping wood for a short while, I was sent to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. I can only fight for a chance of survival in the struggles on the other side." Meng Qi suddenly felt very tired.
'Under the bridge arch, I covered myself with a small blanket, hiding inside and wiping away my tears. After wiping away my tears, I didn't care anymore, and I told everyone I met, "Yes, yes, yes."' Huai Shi couldn't help but cry, remembering every single bank account balance she had ever had since she could remember.
Is life a wilderness?
No, life is a wilderness, and a survival game in that wilderness.
When I came to my senses, I found myself in a dark and desolate abyss called the workplace and factory, where I was fighting (working) just to survive and eventually obtain the sustenance to continue my existence.
Living like this for thirty years, until you become a corporate slave.
At least they're still alive, aren't they?
It's not that I've become numb, but rather that I've become more resilient through the daily trials and tribulations.
Knowing full well that there was nothing ahead, but seeing the mortgage, car loan, consumer loan and other social security contributions, he gritted his teeth and went back into the wilderness to start hunting.
Even if reality is too cruel and far from the happiness you seek; even if you sometimes want to be completely open-minded, you instinctively chase the light in the darkness.
'Life' is not tasty.
But by eating bite after bite, one can survive and live on.
Is it just about surviving?
My long-dull senses suddenly seemed to be re-polished and became sharp again.
A single thought can last forever; the dark wilderness is tinged with the colors of memories, while time drags consciousness downwards, sinking deeper and deeper.
At that moment, Su Lin saw the scene before her rebirth: the argument she had with her mother on the phone after giving up the blind date, and the question she had ignored at the time, "What exactly do you want to do?" came from the other end of the phone again.
What I love is not my life.
'At least not my current life.'
What I want is
In the midst of confusion, an unwavering conviction steadied his wavering mind. This conviction was not Su Lin's own, but rather something the chef infused into his cooking.
Even if you are surrounded by complete darkness and cold, and have become a machine repeating mechanical actions for survival, don't forget that deep down you still have the beauty you want to pursue.
It can be an ideal, or it can be an ambition.
Carrying that hope, we persevere through bitterness and hardship, for this we must live!
Gulu.
The last sip of bitter soup called 'survival' was swallowed from the throat that yearned to resist yet was forced to submit.
All the accumulated calamities were dispelled, infusing energy into the ravaged body, while an incomparably vast ocean of vitality flowed into the soul.
Although it tastes terrible, worse than any of the dishes I've ever eaten from the "Cooking Demon" series, it's not "Cooking Demon" food at all.
The essence of this dish is 'good intentions'; it is a wild cuisine created to enable the eater to continue to survive in the dark abyss wilderness.
Even the highly toxic abyssal corrosives are transformed into essential 'nutrients' for survival through such culinary skills and cooking techniques.
This one serving alone can provide enough calories for a long period of activity, and the body can fully absorb it.
but!
"It's so bitter," Su Lin said in a low voice, covering her face. "It tastes awful."
Just like the miserable life of an animal, where money is hard to earn and life is unbearable, it's just too bitter.
Even guzzling sweet iced tea, a favorite among those with a sweet tooth, won't help; this is the survival cuisine that comes from abandoning all taste and material enjoyment.
If you had previously tasted Emiya [Alter]'s cuisine, it was like gazing at the stars in hell and willingly enduring the torment of being pierced by a thousand swords; it was the demonic cuisine of a martyr.
At this moment, this 'survival' is the obsession to continue moving towards the abyss even knowing that one is falling into hell.
Honestly, there's a feeling that it wouldn't be bad to just return to the 'basic mimicry beauty' of Huai Shi and wallow in its beauty, but the bitterness of reality has already altered that original flavor.
Without a doubt, Shirou Emiya's cooking
Victory.
Huai Shi stood there, stunned.
He wasn't unable to accept his failure, but he couldn't understand what a high school magician had gone through to create a dish that could inspire office workers to keep going.
Why is it that we're all orphans, all working-class soldiers, and you treat us like this?
In silence, Ye Fan on the stage rubbed his forehead and fell into thought.
"How ironic," Guo Shouque chuckled, waking from his past experience of being manipulated by the previous generation's Yi Ya, the Demon Chef. He sighed, "It's clearly the most standard Demon Chef cooking technique imaginable, yet it produces such heretical dishes. I really don't know what to say."
But that's really scary.
Both the young man named Huai Shi and the red-haired chef in front of them are unconventional and exceptionally talented individuals.
If they are carefully nurtured, they will all be capable of shouldering the weight of the entire culinary world in the near future, while old bones like them may be swept into the dust of history.
"What a pity," Guo Shouque said with regret, the malice in his eyes gradually fading away.
Today is not a traditional culinary showdown, but rather a meal prepared for a group of 'guests' who have come from afar, so I cannot enjoy it alone.
He picked up the bamboo basket still roasting over the fire, pressed down on the violently shaking lid, and walked towards the dining table. The Queen of the Golden Palace and Yubaba, who were still savoring the meal he had just prepared, also set to work.
The hellish soup of Egypt and the feasts of Northern Europe were to be served together.
Guo Shouque noticed Huai Shi's gaze, turned his head to examine him, and asked, "You seem to know what's in here?"
“Shaolao...Tailao, right?” Huai Shi confirmed.
The Tai Lao Banquet was an ancient sacrificial ceremony. It consisted of three sacrificial animals: ox, sheep, and pig. It was used to worship Heaven and was considered one of the most exquisite dishes.
"Come and taste it together," Guo Shouque invited. "You are at least qualified to taste Shaolao, consider this a thank you for this unexpected bonus."
"An unexpected gain?" Huai Shi asked, puzzled.
"It's probably the joy of something lost and then found." Guo Shouque turned his head and looked up at Su Lin, who was wiping away tears. "I just thought the rancher was exactly the same as before, but now it seems he's changed quite a bit."
Are you getting old and your eyesight is failing?
Isn't this a case of a different person showing their hand?
As a legendary figure who had once ventured deep into the heart of Paradise and met the rancher, Guo Shouque should never have associated Su Lin with the previously bloated and ugly deity.
“No, it’s the same,” Guo Shouque said. “The same equality. Didn’t he eat all of your food equally?”
"I initially felt disappointed after observing for a while, but I was just a glutton who had lost his appetite and turned into a nice guy who could appreciate the taste."
"Probably only those shallow folks would be happy with the rancher's comments today and feel that their lives are complete."
Appetite and greed have vanished, yet He still holds in His divine nature of equality and love, watching over individuals who harbor thoughts of reverence, fear, malice, and all other feelings toward Him.
He was even more like a complete god than before, because his insatiable appetite had disappeared.
For the culinary demon who could glimpse a corner of the truth, facing this change only brought him more humiliation and powerlessness, to the point that Guo Shouque felt that his previous words of gratitude to Huai Shi were premature.
He represents the ultimate truth of world ending and the unity of all things, yet why does this supreme divinity remain unshakable?
There is no difference between giving equal value and ignoring equal value.
He remains the same repulsive god he always was.
“Of course, that was the idea before.” Guo Shouque laughed jokingly: “He was broken down by the dish just now and was shaken by the chef’s will.”
This is where the fundamental difference lies.
Even if the scales of equality tip slightly, it proves that only dishes made with all one's might, with everything poured in and all sacrificed, possess true meaning.
It was just a tiny, unexpected difference that made a decisive difference.
The history of the "Cooking Demon" far exceeds that of the "Cooking Demon Competition" organizing committee. The establishment of the organizing committee and the training of successors are precisely to challenge it, to shatter its flawless sanctity, and to wash away that humiliation.
Does it have flaws and clear likes and dislikes?
That's absolutely perfect!
Since it has this appearance, it is qualified to enjoy this offering.
Guo Shouque's expression instantly changed, becoming respectful and devoid of any arrogance or disrespect. Even more strangely, he found himself breaking out in a cold sweat.
My heart is pounding—is it excitement or fear?
Gone is the day when, in the Land of Bliss, one could calmly serve food even at the risk of one's life.
If I had known, I should have spent some time bathing and changing clothes, and fasting devoutly, since I am about to...
"Offer the finest sacrifice to the noble gods."
The solemn and sacred ritual began.
The last piece of meat was served on the table.
The heads of cattle, sheep, and pigs are offered here, along with the shadows of the stars and the axis of heaven and earth.
“That was supposed to be my meal for one.” Crow patted Huai Shi on the head on the shoulder: “Silly boy, if you don’t go now, it’ll be gone.”
I'm not even a Shao Siming yet, so why should I go?
The miracle of the paper slab was already gone before it was even created; don't even think about it.
Having been persecuted multiple times, Huai Shi had developed a sense of vigilance and instinctively refused.
"Don't you want to party with me every night, even though I have a physical body? I even said I'd give you some perks," the crow sighed wistfully.
Are you kidding me?! I, Huai, am a scholar who has studied the Spring and Autumn Annals!
"Don't rush to start the feast, I've been starving all day!" Huai Shi rushed towards "The Last Supper".
"Do you have any sauce?" Su Lin asked.
"Huh?" Guo Shouque paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
He quickly served a sauce made of cilantro, soy sauce, and chopped chili peppers.
"Water it~ to~~~"
Even though the dishes presented by the three nine-star culinary masters contained poison, their deadly allure to the soul was still irresistible.
Even if an ordinary body cannot withstand the malice from the abyss and cannot obtain the final reward, at least it's still satisfying, isn't it?
Pieces of beef, mutton with skin, and pork head meat, soaked in rich sauce and spices, were shoveled and divided up.
In the blink of an eye, a mighty torrent of divinity emerges from hell, and the long river of time stretches across the past, present, and future, drawing upon endless death to give birth to magnificent and dazzling miracles that have shaken the world.
"Can a chef really achieve this level of skill?!"
All the chefs in the arena stared in astonishment at the high platform.
If it were someone like the rancher, so ignorant of the finer things in the world, tasting this feast would be a complete waste, especially for those present before them.
In the dazzling sunlight, it was not Su Lin but Huai Shi who first reached out to Lao Niu. His figure overlapped with many similar blurry outlines, and then the color of bronze appeared.
Then, in the lingering light of the past that fell upon the arena after a long period of time, the disguise of the "gods" also faded away as they ate, with the starry sky hanging overhead and the miracles reflecting on them, giving them an indescribable grandeur.
Those who are not deities of this world will become, during the Great Sacrifice Ceremony, the vessel of the noble divinity flowing from the pillar of the world's core.
Even though the gods have long since passed away, this miracle created across time will recreate the reflection of the gods on earth!
but
In the dim glow, apart from a few people, dazzling halos appeared above the heads of Su Lin, Meng Qi, Lu Mingfei and others.
Some hazy, time-shrouded figures, their true forms obscured, overlap with the people currently enjoying their meal, amidst the cycle of authority and divine grace.
Across the vast expanse of history, the dazzling god of hell, now a black-haired figure, grins at the present: "Have you gotten the answer you wanted?"
The Primordial Taoist in his green robe, the black dragon gnawing at the roots of the world, and the indescribable shadows of chaos are all like this.
Guo Shouque and the scholars who were observing the site of the Institute of Preservation were bewildered and astonished.
I've eaten the grand feast, the banquet, and even the soup of the underworld, so why is my IP login address still local?!
This is different from what I expected.
boom--!
At this moment, a quiet will also appeared in the faint outline of Huai Shi's body.
He opened his empty eyes.
"Xihe, it's been a long time." Tongji stepped forward and embraced the former sun goddess, then...
Swish-!
A divine wedge pierced through the opponent's lower abdomen. As this consciousness from the distant past froze, Tong Ji calmly pulled out the divine wedge.
"Even if you didn't help me, I still got Taiyi. Didn't expect that, did you?"
"Goodbye, you brat, don't come looking for me again. I'm afraid my family will misunderstand."
The afterimage of the god transformed into endless streams of light, which flowed into the container called the Wedge of God!
Meanwhile, the other image-recording crystal has also finished recording.
"Then I can show my best friend Dijun what it means to be decisive in divorcing to pursue true love." Amidst the stunned expressions of the others, Tong Ji suddenly pondered:
How much can this gossip sell for?
On the bare plate, the head of the three sacrificial animals has turned into white bones.
Su Lin wiped his mouth and smiled, "Thank you for the treat."
(End of this chapter)