Chapter 1818 - What Are You Talking About? (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“God?”

Bu Fang paused slightly. If there was anyone who could call himself a God in front of him, it would be the legendary God of Cooking, the creator of the System, the existence that set him on the path of becoming a God of Cooking, and the almighty being that was so aloof that he seemed to control everything.

The God of Cooking Sets, the God of Cooking’s Menu, the System…

From the very beginning, everything about Bu Fang was related to this God of Cooking. In the beginning, he was striving to become a God of Cooking as well, but somewhere along the journey, he began to go his own way.

The path to becoming a God of Cooking in his mind was no longer the one that led to the God of Cooking that had been hanging over his head. He now had his own path he wanted to follow, even if it was full of thorns and bumps.

“Yes… I am the God who has come to help you take the final step.”

The vague figure seemed to be laughing, and his voice made Bu Fang uncomfortable. He did not know why he was here. Where was this place? The Transmigration? It should not be. After all, Bu Fang had already jumped out of the bondage of heaven and earth, so he would never be sent into the Transmigration.

The figure’s white robe was fluttering. Although his features were obscured, Bu Fang was calm and at ease. Perhaps the experience of being a mortal for five hundred years had made it difficult for his mood to fluctuate again.

“You don’t seem surprised?” said the blurred figure in a puzzled tone.

“Why should I be surprised? I knew you would come sooner or later,” Bu Fang said. He was face to face with the blurred figure, his dark hair flowing as if he were submerged in a bottomless pond.

“Of the five hundred Hosts[1]1, you are the only one who has made it this far. Don’t you feel proud of yourself?” said the figure. “You are about to reach, with my help, the true realm of the God of Cooking and become a supreme being.” His voice was soft and pleasant to the ear.

Bu Fang did not say anything but just calmly looked at the figure.

“In fact, several Hosts before you could have made it this far, but they refused,” the figure said sadly. He raised his hand as if to touch Bu Fang’s face, but when it touched his skin, it turned into white dots of light and drifted away in all directions. He did not seem to be bothered.

“Now… Are you ready?”

Bu Fang shook his head. “Actually, I don’t want to come this far if I could.”

That gave the blurred figure pause. “Why?”

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly as if he was sneering. He raised his hand and gestured to the dark space around them. “What do you think?”

The blurred figure broke into laughter. “Don’t worry. After accepting everything I will give you, you will not only be able to return to where you came from, but also stand at the highest point in heaven and earth, looking down on all life. You will reign over the world,” he said with an overbearing air as he raised his arms.

“I’m just a chef, and I’m not interested in reigning over the world…” Bu Fang said faintly, shaking his head.

The figure fell silent for a moment. Bu Fang’s attitude made it difficult for him to continue the conversation.

Bu Fang ignored him. Putting his hands behind his back, he looked around and asked, “Where’s Whitey? Can it come back?”

“Whitey? You mean the kitchen puppet? It’s just a dead thing. It has done its job by guarding you to this level, so it can disappear without worry. All things in this world, every person and every object, have reasons and meanings for their existence. Nothing should exist without a purpose,” said the figure.

There was a hint of indifference in the figure’s words that made Bu Fang pause for a moment. Staring at him, Bu Fang said, “What are you talking about?! Whitey is my friend! Who are you to make it disappear?” His tone was tinged with strong emotion.

“Your mood swings are too intense. You shouldn’t be like this. You will soon be a supreme being looking down on all things, and you will look at them with a sense of detachment. You shouldn’t carry any emotions, and you don’t need to be bothered by anything,” said the blurred figure.

“Now, enough about all these useless topics. Are you ready to receive the real inheritance? As long as you accept it, you will be the supreme existence in heaven and earth.”

Bu Fang frowned at the figure. ‘Is this fellow really the God of Cooking?’ he thought to himself. “No, I will not accept it.” He shook his head and rejected the fellow’s temptation. Or rather, with his current state of mind, he was completely unmoved by the temptation. He would not be touched unless his heart accepted it.

“You won’t accept it? Why don’t you accept it? Ever since you were just a little chef, what you’ve been seeking is to become a God of Cooking. Now that this opportunity is in front of you, why don’t you grab it?” said the figure. His tone seemed to grow colder and colder.

“This is not the path I chose,” Bu Fang said.

“You are now only one step away from where you want to be. What are you hesitating about? What made you waver? That kitchen puppet? Or those insignificant people?” the figure demanded. His white robe fluttered more and more violently.

“You should have chosen me! I’m the one who supported you all the way to this point! I’m your future!” He almost growled.