Green Monster Epic

Chapter 763: So That's How It Is

Back when the fierce battle had occurred, even Allen himself, as the person involved, wasn't entirely clear on how he had managed to fuse his rage and mental energy into one.

Therefore, the current experiment relied solely on the faint impression he had, slowly feeling his way forward.

Allen had far too much experience with this kind of experimentation.

From a young age, he had always been moving forward alone, and the vast majority of his combat skills were self-created, accompanying him through countless life-and-death struggles.

Failure in this process had become commonplace and wouldn't bring Allen much frustration.

The essence of both mental energy strands and rage was energy, but they belonged to completely different energy systems.

Allen tried his best to pry these two energies apart, crush them, and put them together, but ultimately, there was no sign of fusion.

When the powerful will that bound these two energies was withdrawn, they also separated again in the blink of an eye, without the slightest hesitation.

Countless attempts ended in failure, without any progress.

Allen knew that the current direction was probably wrong.

Then, besides these, were there any other third-party factors existing within his body?

Recomposing himself, Allen thoroughly inspected his dilapidated body, finally setting his sights on the seed of faith that autonomously rotated like a seed.

The scene of the seed of faith's predecessor, a speck of faith dust as tiny as dust, condensing and appearing within Allen's body, was still vivid in his mind.

Bewildered in his mind within the illusion, facing an invincible opponent, he had been willing to sacrifice his own life to carry out his lifelong beliefs, which ultimately condensed this speck of dust.

Originally, it was the combination of Allen's hundreds of years of past experiences, struggles, and ideals.

It was because of condensing such a seemingly inconspicuous speck of dust that Allen finally successfully broke through a century-old shackle and became a true top-tier demigod powerhouse in the Feyman world.

And outside of him, countless legendary peak powerhouses were still groping in the dark, condensing their own specks of dust.

If there was anything within Allen's body that he couldn't control or hadn't figured out, then it was undoubtedly the seed of faith.

However, in the decades since the seed of faith had formed, Allen would immerse himself in the process of understanding the seed of faith every time he meditated.

After a long period of contact and observation, Allen's gains were almost non-existent.

The seed of faith was like a stubborn stone, no matter how Allen probed or impacted it, it remained in that unhurried rotating state.

How to break the current form of the seed of faith had become Allen's biggest problem at the moment, and perhaps it was the key to him achieving some kind of breakthrough.

A trickle of rage, manipulated by Allen, flowed into the space where the seed of faith was located, but the end result was that it turned into a purer, more condensed high-quality liquid rage, which was then discharged from the vortex of rage.

Strands of mental energy, emitting a faint luster in the consciousness feedback, were woven into a net to cover the seed of faith, trying to envelop it entirely, but in the end, the net came up empty.

The space where the seed of faith was located seemed to be empty, completely unaffected by force.

Changing shape again, the strands gathered to form a sphere the same size as the seed of faith, overlapping with it.

At this time, the feeling was different again.

The sphere formed by the strands seemed unable to reach the size of the seed of faith no matter how it was filled.

When Allen's mental energy was exhausted and he could no longer maintain the stability of the mental sphere, the scattered remnants of mental energy hadn't even dissipated in his body before the seed of faith swallowed these residual energies in one gulp, like a whale swallowing a river, digesting them into a place that Allen didn't even know about.

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Allen continued to explore tirelessly, and the tedious experiment made him enjoy it.

When he felt really tired, he would also rummage through his dimensional pocket for some ingredients to make himself a delicious meal, shift his attention, and relax his mood with cooking.

Fortunately, the Emerald Castle built by the Mansa City Lord's Mansion for the new demigod pillar was large enough, and the rooftop was even turned into an open-air kitchen by Allen, with only a staircase up and down from his cultivation and seclusion room, so it was very convenient for him to enter and exit without being disturbed.

Having just exhausted his mental energy, his whole body felt like he was stepping on clouds, which was quite uncomfortable.

Allen simply stopped meditating, walked out of the house, and went up to the rooftop, preparing to take a short break and make something delicious.

The fantastical dreams he had seen when falling asleep in his early years, now that he had advanced to a powerhouse above the legendary level, no longer needed to fall asleep to accumulate energy and relax his body, so he gradually lost the habit of natural sleep.

Of course, in the past few years, whenever Allen encountered bottlenecks in his cooking skills or cultivation, he had thought about restarting his dreams to observe the various aspects of that strange world to find inspiration, but most of the time he had failed, no longer able to connect with that magical world as he had when he slept before.

And the appearance of this phenomenon also started after Allen advanced to the legendary level.

According to Allen's own thinking and judgment, it might have a lot to do with the huge changes that had occurred in his mental energy and body after he advanced to the legendary level.

However, after this injury, Allen had accidentally fallen asleep several times after the end of meditation experiments because of the lack of mental energy and the weakening of his body, which allowed him to rarely dream of that seemingly familiar, yet seemingly unfamiliar, magical world scene again.

In his dream, Allen was still amazed by the magical scenes of those steel creations speeding past, and he would still be lost in those towering crystal buildings that soared into the clouds, but more of the scenes that appeared in his dream were still the image of the chef in the beige clothes and apron, and the cylindrical hat, busily cooking.

As an old chef with two or three hundred years of cooking experience, when Allen now watched the cooking skills of those chefs in the picture, even if he couldn't smell the aroma of the dishes cooked in the dream, and couldn't feel the taste of the dishes themselves, he could very confidently judge the level of these chefs, and no longer be the rookie who would only be conquered by the dazzling skills of the other party.

In the dream, the skills of most of the chefs were no longer to Allen's liking, but there were still many novel dishes and new cooking methods that made his eyes light up and found a lot of inspiration.

During this rest and relaxation, Allen was prepared to show off his skills, spending some time and effort to figure out a few new dishes.

At Allen's current culinary level, cooking is no longer the most troublesome step. With centuries of refinement and practice, he knows what kind of cooking methods are needed for what kind of ingredients. When he prepares the ingredients, he already has a general plan in mind, even if these ingredients are the first time he has used them.

Now, the most troublesome thing is the preparation before cooking. For example, some ingredients need to be soaked in specific juices to stimulate the inherent magic of the ingredients, or some ingredients need to be placed in specific environments to dissolve the blood and harmful substances in them.

The first step of processing ingredients can often determine the magic state presented after the final product comes out, and Allen only gradually understood this when he reached his current state and under some mysterious influence.

It is precisely because the time to prepare various ingredients is too cumbersome that Allen rarely cooks food himself now. To be honest, when the dragon Figglas often came to Allen to freeload, many fresh ingredients he brought for Allen to cook could have been handled better to obtain better magic dishes, but Allen would simply do simple processing due to time constraints. In other words, many of the dishes Figglas ate back then were just defective products, not the best dishes.

Unless it is like now, with enough relaxation time, otherwise, how could Allen have so much free time to process all kinds of ingredients according to their characteristics one or two days, or even longer, in advance in order to present the best state of the ingredients?

For example, this dark animal thigh that Allen is now placing on the cutting board is an ingredient that he started preparing three months ago.

This thigh was taken from the body of a fire-type antelope magic beast naturally born in the Greenwild Plains. Then, Allen mobilized the anger in his body to force out every trace of blood in this thigh, and evenly applied the seasoning ground from magic plant materials such as golden ginseng and sunflower on its surface. Finally, after air-drying for a month and a half and smoking with mugwort for a month and a half, the ingredients were finally successfully processed.

During this period, someone had to take care of the mugwort to prevent it from producing an open flame, and only use white smoke with herbal powder to gradually soak the inside and outside of the ham. Moreover, when Allen had time, he had to infuse his own anger into the ham so that the magic plant materials on the surface of the ham could be further integrated into the ham.

With such a troublesome processing method, how could Allen, with his current status and strength, waste his precious time on this!!

As for writing down this processing method and passing it on to the goblin chefs in the tribe, Allen has also thought about it. However, there is always a mysterious aspect to these ingredient processing methods, that is, when Allen himself comes into contact with the ingredients, his brain can often tell him how to process them most appropriately, just like Allen's natural instinct.

However, when Allen picked up a pen and wanted to write down these processing methods, he didn't know how to clearly tell his descendants how to judge the differences and changes in the processing process.

Taking this carefully processed ham as an example, the fire-type magic beast naturally contains a large amount of fire-type elements, so the magic plants Allen uses are either flame flowers of the same attribute or golden ginseng that stabilizes the fire-type elements. At the same time, Allen will also use his own anger as a guide to provide vigorous energy for the fire-type elements in the ham.

But if you change to another magic beast, its processing method will naturally change, and the materials that need to be matched will also be different.

Since classifying and evaluating a large number of magic dish recipes he researched for the tribe in order to establish a magic dish and magic chef system, Allen knew that even if many of these dishes were cooked again according to the methods he originally created, the effect would be very different.

Before understanding the true principle of this ham processing, Allen did not think that writing down the processing method of this ham would have much value.

A sharp dagger flew up and down in his hand, and the black skin of the ham was completely shaved off, revealing the bright red meat inside like blood. The inside of the ham, which had been air-dried and smoked for more than three months, still seemed fresh when it came into Allen's eyes at this time, as if Allen could squeeze out blood with a little force.

But in fact, when he touched the surface of the ham, what Allen could feel was a hot breath, and even a faint burning sensation came from the surface of his skin.

Satisfied, Allen nodded, cut off a large piece of the most essential meat from the ham, and then put the remaining ham into an ice jade food box and stored it in his dimensional pocket.

Next, Allen rummaged through many ingredients he had collected from the dimensional pocket. After some picking and choosing, many ingredients were put back by him, and in the end, only a dozen or so ingredients and seasonings that Allen thought could be matched with the ham were left on the cutting board.

Unconsciously, the seed of faith in Allen's body, immersed in the creation of new dishes, seemed to sense something. Wisps of the power of faith from the distant starry sky escaped from the seed of faith and enveloped the cooking place where Allen was.

Hot oil was put into the pot, and several ingredients were quickly thrown into it, stir-fried a few times at will, and then tossed high out of the pot to cool...

When a new dish with steaming heat like a raging flame was placed by Allen in a delicate porcelain bowl, a cloud of scarlet wolf smoke happened to drift from the roof of Greenwild Castle and went straight into the sky.

Allen's mind also returned from the process of cooking the dish. He looked up at the top of his head intentionally, and just saw this scarlet wolf smoke scene. At the same time, the divinity consciousness that had been watching coldly in Allen's body also sent a reminder to Allen, allowing Allen to quickly feel a familiar unknown power around him, which was slowly being absorbed into his body.

Not having time to think about other things, Allen almost instinctively entered into a state of introspection, and then he saw that a stream of some kind of energy that he could not usually feel was being slowly absorbed by the seed of faith and disappeared into the center of the anger vortex.

The power of faith!!!

A sudden understanding arose in Allen's heart. The unknown energy that was rarely seen in its true form in front of him was the embodiment and incarnation of the faith of the countless goblin believers developed after he created the Food God Society.

With a flash of inspiration, Allen suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and without caring that he was exposed on the roof at this time, he directly began to mobilize the mental power threads that had not yet fully recovered, as well as the scarce liquid anger, and went straight to where a trace of the power of faith was.

Boom!!!!!

The three kinds of energy with different attributes collided together at this time, and it was like the most pure light in the early stage of the Big Bang in the universe. Allen's entire mind was completely attracted by it!!