The ill-fated servant, upon handing food to Chu Yi, had his death sentence pronounced.
Chu Yi devoured the servant’s power greedily, as if he had been presented with a dessert.
A wisp of weak eeriness swirled into the mouth of the Divine Hand, failing to spawn any abilities. Clearly, only the chef was the main course; these servants weren’t even considered side dishes.
CRUNCH—chicken flavor.
Is this even possible?!
This scene jolted everyone into stark realization. If they killed the servant distributing the food, they wouldn’t have to eat this feast!
Several Beast Tamers immediately followed suit, launching attacks on the servants handing out food.
A higher-up from the Faceless Association threw a punch, a fiery aura swirling around it, and it went straight through the servant’s chest.
The sensation from the punch made his face change suddenly. It felt as if he had hit a piece of cotton—soft, a bit sticky, with slightly sharp things gently scraping.
Just like... reaching into the mouth of a fierce beast.
The next moment, the servant’s face remained expressionless. His chest squirmed, sinking like quicksand and swallowing an entire arm. Ringed rows of fangs swiftly chewed, bursting forth a mist of blood.
The Beast Tamer looked utterly despairing as his arm, bones and all, was bitten to shreds and ground to pulp.
A massive suction force then surged, dragging his entire body inside.
The servant’s chest seemed parasitized by an evil ghost, densely packed with fangs. The great maw snapped shut, unfurling a vibrant, scarlet flower of blood, as a fog of blood swirled out.
Upon closer inspection, these servants were, in fact, eerie beings play-acting, disguised under human skin as vicious, warped monsters.
A few unlucky ones indeed didn’t partake in the banquet but became food for the eerie servants, disappearing without a trace.
It was an overly bloody scene.
It dealt a heavy blow to everyone, leaving them utterly incapable of resistance.
When the servants served food, everyone fell silent, shivering in fear, daring not to make a sound.
Not everyone was like the King of Black Robes, capable of easily dispatching the eerie.
Seeking death... The clownish gentleman snorted coldly, then felt bewildered once more because the banquet still exacted no punishment on this King of Black Robes.
The eerie was a whole. But this King of Black Robes had somehow employed forbidden means to carve up the whole, piece by piece, as if with a knife.
To use a metaphor, it was like stamina depleting due to a game bug, with no discernible source of damage.
If the target of the damage couldn’t be found, how could the banquet’s counterattacking force be activated?!
We cannot wait any longer!
If this continues, the power I hold in the banquet will be taken away by him piece by piece, and I’ll ultimately lose control over the banquet, with him turning from guest to host!
The clownish gentleman was furious, on the verge of a mental collapse, his contempt for the King of Black Robes undisguised. You make me sick!
"Please enjoy the delicacies. Refrain from unnecessary actions," he threatened gravely, coldly scanning the crowd. If I can’t deal with the King of Black Robes, can I not deal with you lot?
Then, what unfolded next made everyone’s eyes widen.
"The main course is very abundant. I accept it."
The black robe slowly writhed. Harnessing the eerie power of the seamstress and the Bartender, thereby gaining control of part of the banquet’s rules, Chu Yi rose from his seat and walked towards the chef.
The chef, abiding by the rules while distributing food, naturally did not dodge.
The Divine Hand emitted a magnificent white light, colors writhing within it, like a blazing white arc of lightning piercing through the opponent’s skull.
Chu Yi grasped firmly and quickly pulled back.
The connection was torn, but Chu Yi clearly felt its resilience. It was the first time he had encountered a String of Destiny that couldn’t be broken.
From an outsider’s perspective, Chu Yi was tugging at the hair on the back of the chef’s head, pulling a chaotic, frenzied tangle of threads outward. An abundance of vibrant, nebula-like chaotic hues streamed slowly from the nape, escaping madly to elude Chu Yi’s devouring.
Suddenly, apparently feeling this pulling was too slow, Chu Yi decisively tore open the back of the chef’s head, splitting it wide. The Divine Hand, as if donning a glove, thrust forcefully inside.
A thick Mysterious Power was frantically absorbed. A cold stream washed over Chu Yi’s flesh and blood, carrying a strong tofu-like flavor.
To outsiders, it looked as if Chu Yi had sliced open the chef’s ugly head and was relishing the delicacy as one might eat monkey brains.
No way, what’s he doing?
Is this the power of the eerie?!
If I’m not mistaken, the King of Black Robes intends to take command of the banquet, becoming the master of this forbidden set of rules!!
The crowd had complicated thoughts. Given their ignorance, as humble as dust, how could they comprehend the King of Black Robes’ plans? They only knew that he had grand ambitions, with profound intentions behind every step.
The always icy and aloof Moon Princess slightly inclined her delicate, slender neck.
A fully formed eerie manifestation was no less than a calamity.
If left unchecked, or if its source was never breached, it could ultimately endanger a city or even a nation.
She was a moon-blessed attendant of the Night Goddess and naturally had means to cleanse it, though it would be too cumbersome.
In short, the King of Black Robes had provided great help. As the ruler of this Royal City, she also had to prepare a thank-you gift in return.
However, because the King of Black Robes had leaped three stages, breaching the eerie with lightning speed, the banquet was already nearing its end, soon to reveal its true core.
This senior’s aura is so fresh... Is he an elder brother? Princess Gu Guan blinked her violet eyes.
She had noticed earlier that this King of Black Robes, whose very mention of a forbidden name induced fear, did not possess the aura of decay, decline, and chaos typical of the taboo beings in her clan.
Initially, she thought it was an illusion. This close contact, however, allowed her to more clearly sense an aura like that of a newborn sun—he was definitely not old.
The chef’s head burst open. As the eerie power was completely squeezed out, he lost the String of Destiny that constructed his Life Chart, and his entire being exploded.
The roar of surging steam was deafening. The vibrant red hues were devoured entirely by Chu Yi, not a single bit wasted.
He was astonished to find that this chef’s eerie power far surpassed that of the previous two, more than the seamstress and the Bartender combined.
Chu Yi vaguely realized that every stage of this was connected to desire, and each eerie being’s ability aligned with a specific desire.
Chasing desires, following instincts, experiencing pleasure in both spirit and body—one ultimately becomes a slave to desire, the Soul rapidly decaying.
Having swallowed the chef, his control over the banquet had increased significantly.
"What have you done to the chef?! Attacking the chef without permission means you have lost your status as a guest!" the clownish gentleman roared, enraged.
He was about to use the banquet’s rules for suppression but made an eerie discovery: the other party had also become part of the banquet, holding a similar level of authority as himself.
Instantly, he found it nearly unbearable, his composure shattering.
Oh, great Desire Mother Goddess, can you tell me what on earth has happened? Why can this taboo being wield the same authority over the banquet as I do?
This was supposed to be a joyous feast to please the Mother Goddesses, but instead, a bug has emerged!
What filled him with even more hatred for Chu Yi was the realization that the banquet’s completion degree was directly proportional to the power of the divine retinue that would eventually descend!
If this continues, I fear the descending retinue will become a meal on his plate!
In that case, it’s time to lay all cards on the table!
In the blink of an eye, the venomous, aggrieved, and uncomfortable look on his face vanished, replaced by a calm demeanor that conveyed assured victory.
He calmed himself and snapped his fingers.