Green Monster Epic

In the subtle atmosphere, the 'Food God' statue, appearing as a mascot, was eventually placed in the most conspicuous position of the competition venue with the tacit consent of the influential figures from several churches.

Countless eyes in the city witnessed this scene, and many people even reached out and pointed at the statue adorned with red and green, displaying a flamboyant appearance, clearly treating it as a simple mascot.

What they didn't know was that among these countless eyes, a considerable number of observers had their own thoughts and emotions regarding the hidden meaning represented by this statue.

Arbard secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The tensest moment had passed. Since the heads of those churches had not spoken out to stop it at this time, as long as the tribe sent people to strictly guard the statue and protect its safety, soon the Green Field Tribe and the merchants traveling from north to south would fully accept the materialized image of this 'Food God'.

As for the future, when the Food God Church could see the sun in broad daylight, reshaping the Food God's statue would not be as difficult and dangerous as pushing this bizarre Food God mascot in front of the public today.

Thump!

The base prepared for the Food God sculpture was seamlessly embedded, and for a long time to come, it would become a conspicuous display in this corner of the competition venue in the southwest of the city.

"The Food God has returned to its place, let the sacrificial ceremony begin!!!"

Although it was only said that the Food God sculpture was just a mascot, and no one knew about this image before, the Green Field Tribe did not leave out the etiquette of imitating other faiths or local guardian hero celebrations.

Prepared long ago were skinned lambs, fierce lion heads, and dishes freshly cooked by the Green Field Tribe's excellent magic chefs, along with sacrifices. As Flook's powerful voice echoed in the sky, they were brought forward by a group of wide-hipped goblin females, neatly placed on the row of cooking stoves in front of the statue.

At the same time, materials prepared for this competition, such as mountains of spices and ingredients, were also displayed, the scale was very grand.

"...Food God witness, please bless the chefs participating in the competition to give full play to their strengths and achieve good results!!"

Flook's body slowly descended from the sky, eventually stopping below the statue, attracting everyone's attention. While shouting loudly, he also saluted the statue like a warrior.

"Humph!!"

On the top of the mountain, powerful individuals with astonishing eyesight had different expressions. Among them, some couldn't help but feel resentment and frustration in their hearts, making a cold and gloomy groan.

In the southwest corner of the city, the team composed of Green Field Tribe contestants, together with Flook, the newly promoted elder of the Green Field Tribe, solemnly and devoutly saluted the gaudy statue.

At that moment, the statue, which was originally stably placed on the base, suddenly trembled. An invisible sacred aura escaped from the statue, which was carved from a whole piece of ordinary marble, soaring straight into the sky.

A ball of white halo shone out from the ordinary sculpture. The miraculous scene shocked a few of the hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes watching in the arena, as if they had seen a brilliant miracle.

However, more spectators were unaware of this, as if they couldn't feel the change in the sculpture at all. Even Briken and Yalian, the two demigod pillars in the viewing platform on the mountaintop plaza, only showed interest in their expressions at this time, without any other changes.

On the contrary, several chief priests and clerics of the Church of the God of Nature in Green Lake City had several wrinkles between their eyebrows, and their faces gradually became solemn and serious, and the exchange of glances between them gradually increased.

...

After many hardships and countless attempts, Allen was finally rewarded. In the sea of consciousness, the seed of faith and the core of the stars perfectly matched under the drive of mental power.

The infinite power of faith had just gushed out from it, and it naturally blended with Allen's anger and mental filaments, the powerful and pure divine power began to flow slowly throughout his body with the beating of Allen's heart.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With the nourishment of divine power, Allen's body bones, blood vessels, and muscles made a comfortable sound. Allen, who had been meditating on the meditation platform in the practice room for more than ten days, suddenly opened his tiger eyes, and in this dark secret room, they were like two bright suns, dispelling the darkness around him.

The light appeared briefly. Allen only opened his eyes for one or two breaths before closing them again and returning his consciousness to the sea of consciousness, focusing his mind to observe the changes in form, but also allowing Allen to enter the state of divine power, and what was different from before.

As Allen's thoughts reached, dots of starlight appeared around the elliptical star core that was regularly rotating and circling in the center of the sea of consciousness, connecting into a small and exquisite ribbon in the middle of the core.

A familiar aura came from these tiny light spots, and Allen recognized at a glance that these countless light spots were the manifestation and reflection of his tens of thousands of Food God believers in his heart.

Unexpectedly, now with his re-changed divine power posture, they appeared around the composite of his seed of faith and star core fusion.

At the same time, Allen clearly perceived for the first time the approximate amount of his pool of faith power. The power of faith hidden deep in the core of the stars converged into a milky white lake.

The scale looked considerable, but he could still feel that after being transformed into Allen's divine power, this lake was visibly reduced by a layer. Calculating in this way, this pool of faith power was actually not enough for Allen to fight fiercely in a few battles!

With a thought, a ball of faith power was separated from the milky white lake, crossed space and appeared in Allen's sea of consciousness, and merged with the newborn anger and mental power to form divine power, as natural as breathing and eating, completely no longer requiring Allen to deliberately do it.

With another command, the newly generated divine power was re-divided into three different states of energy, returning to the positions where they should have been.

Allen tried again and again with great interest, and then reached out and waved forward, and the construct formed by the fusion of the star core and the seed of faith appeared in front of Allen.

His right middle finger and index finger stroked between the ribbons composed of starlight, and countless light spots were directly magnified and stretched, continuing to flow and move along the fusion construct.

Just as Allen wanted to find the light spots representing several important believers that he had marked before, a light spot that had never existed suddenly appeared in the light band, and its color quickly rose from dim white to brilliant gold, so eye-catching in the white ribbon, and at the same time, a strange call came to Allen's consciousness.

Allen's hawk eyes widened, his brain worked rapidly, and after two or three breaths, he made a decision. The illusory body instantly turned into a beam of light, and according to countless previous experiences, he shot directly into the golden star point.

Boom!!!

The moment Allen's consciousness pierced through the invisible barrier and appeared within this golden light, he was greeted by a sea of countless illusory, indistinct faces. They formed circles of varying heights, cheering towards the spot where he stood. Wisps of white silk rose from the tops of their heads, merging into a cloud of milky white, sacredness that drifted above.

Just as Allen's consciousness passed through the golden light, the highly anticipated Food God Festival in Green Lake City was underway. Countless Food God believers hidden within the hundreds of thousands of eyes present temporarily regarded the mascot in front of Flook as the embodiment of their faith. The qualitative change resulting from the accumulation of belief caused the statue, which should not have become an avatar of the Food God, to undergo a transformation in an instant.

The lifeless statue, at this moment, transformed into a bridge through the convergence of the believers' firm faith. One end connected to tens of thousands of devout believers, while the other end connected to the Flame Star, representing Allen's seat of divine authority, intending to transmit the pure power of faith nurtured by the believers during this sacrificial ceremony to the distant star.

However, this process was disrupted by the sudden appearance of Allen's main consciousness within the statue, upsetting the already delicate balance.

The pure power of faith gathered within the statue, unable to pass through the node and be transmitted to the endless starry sky. Combined with the beliefs of tens of thousands of devout Food God believers in the statue, it conjured up faces of the believers, replaying everything that happened on the city's surface before Allen's consciousness.

The only difference was perhaps that many more attendees, lacking the faith and power of belief nurtured by the Food God's followers, could not have their figures recreated in the temporary space within the statue.

As Allen, the true 'Food God,' descended, the ordinary statue underwent a mysterious transformation as surging divine power flowed unconsciously through the rough marble material, resulting in the miraculous phenomena witnessed by many Food God believers in the competition grounds of Green Lake City.

Allen was also bewildered at this moment, unsure of why the faces appearing in this other dimension, along with their faint cheers, were present. However, as his sharp gaze swept across these faces, he recognized the auras of several devout believers he vaguely remembered, which gave him some composure and piqued his interest.

He raised his foot to move forward, but instead of a light and easy feeling, it felt as if he were nailed to the ground. Allen's expression immediately changed drastically, and he began to mobilize his vigorous divine power without hesitation.

As divine power was poured into the transforming statue, a rare and subtle force of domain emanated from it.

In Green Lake City, countless chefs wearing beige chef's gowns and tall cylindrical hats felt a lightness throughout their bodies, as if some burden had been lifted, and their hands and feet became more agile. Their minds were also cleansed, and certain images and key points related to cooking became clear and understandable. Many things they couldn't figure out before suddenly found their answers, and they felt less difficult.

Some couldn't resist and simply picked up their tools to start cooking on the spot to verify if their feelings were real. Others were regretful because it was almost time for the competition to begin, and they had to prepare to compete with others.

The members of the Death God Church hidden in the underground temple and among the crowd felt it even more clearly. The magic power flowing within their bodies suddenly became lively and full of vitality. As the magic power circulated, its quality grew at a visible rate, gaining at least one level of power in a short period of time.

Even with the divine power enhancement, Allen still couldn't move an inch. A trace of lingering fear arose in his heart, and he continued to struggle for several breaths. However, he quickly calmed down again, and his vast mental power radiated towards the space around him. Only then did he truly see his current physical form, which was not the familiar appearance, but a cold, unfamiliar stone statue.

From the statue's image and posture, Allen easily determined that the profession it represented was the Magic Chef he had created. However, why the Magic Chef's image would choose such an unknown, ordinary goblin face, and why his consciousness would appear in this statue, Allen had no idea.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm his somewhat chaotic mood, Allen began to rethink his current situation.

"…Next, please welcome the first group of contestants for the preliminary round…"

Intermittent sounds seemed to float from a distant place. If Allen hadn't been mobilizing the limits of all his senses at this moment, he might not have been able to hear them.

As this sound rang out, the scene in the space where Allen was changed gradually. Chefs in standard Magic Chef gowns appeared out of nowhere, materializing in front of the statue Allen had become, and soon began to busily prepare their signature dishes.

Their faces were either solemn or dignified, or very relaxed and confident. As long as Allen thought about it, the object of his attention would be suddenly pulled closer, even magnified several times, clearly showing his movements and expressions.

This was a completely new visual experience, at least the only feeling in Allen's many years of life.

At this time, Allen's gaze was focused on one of the hundreds of participating chefs, a goblin chef whose knife skills were particularly outstanding. From the moment he began to carve a lifelike ice bird out of ingredients to when he used advanced chef techniques such as ice extraction for cooking. Seeing that the goblin chef was about to succeed at the final moment of cooking, a wave of hot steam wafted over from the stove of the chef next to him, causing a temperature imbalance on the surface of the ice bird extracted by the goblin chef. Immediately, a trace of cracks appeared on the ice bird, and the goblin chef was shocked and tried to remedy it, but it seemed a little too late.

The cracks went from subtle to visible to the naked eye, and the goblin chef's face also showed emotions such as unwillingness and annoyance. Allen also felt very sorry for this chef: this child's cooking skills would have been no problem to pass the preliminary round, but unfortunately, he was unlucky and too bold or confident. He actually prepared to cook a magic dish of at least the intermediate level, but in the end, he fell short.

Seeing that this goblin offspring was about to end his competition journey before it even began, and the various emotions revealed in those clear, clean eyes, Allen's heart couldn't help but rise again. With a flash of inspiration, Allen instinctively manipulated his consciousness to zoom in on the picture, opened his mouth, and gently blew a breath towards the area where the cracks were spreading on the ice bird dish.