Tang Qi restrained the delusion in his mind that he was omnipotent, albeit part of it was true, he considered himself a chef focused on cooking. Yet, the ingredients and cookware he used for cooking were unbelievable.

Mesolia's "True Form" was as complex as Flora, who wandered around the mysterious, intruding into various forbidden lands or dangerous realms, engaging in combat with numerous strange, powerful creatures, and devouring each other, which weakened and complicated their bodies.

And Mesolia, over the long years, consumed a vast amount of food, including a wide array of creatures and species from various worlds, even parts of deities, such as a small piece of flesh from the once War God.

Mesolia relished these foods, devouring them and letting them rot within its body to gain various powers, a characteristic of its Divine Source.

"In the peak of its power, Mesolia possessed countless unimaginable powers. If it were then, facing a 'Fake God' like me, just by a thought, it could suppress forcibly, or even make me willingly cut and cook myself into a delicious dish, offering myself for it to savor."

"Regrettably, a fatal action provoked an unstoppable adversary, causing even its own 'Mesolia' to collapse completely, Mesolia parasitized within the body of a Heheluo Demon, is akin to regressing from maturity to a newly born baby."

"It needs to constantly suppress the risk of loss of control, with extremely limited powers available. In order to lure several followers, it has to specifically create a 'Divine Tongue' dish to deceive those Extraordinary Chefs into eating it... Should its actions go awry, such as accidentally consuming a spiked meat soup, it would directly lose control and turn into a Divine Monster."

"In fact, most of the dying deities are like this. The Doll God Bolas was almost killed by a supernova, Flora also could not withstand another supernova... It is not a matter of difference in strength, but the restrictions they face are too great."

"If they are willing to abandon their sense of self and directly let themselves lose control and turn into monsters, any 'Weak God' could bring unimaginable disasters to the Federation and even the Origin Star... by then, not to mention a supernova, even ten or several dozen might not be able to avert the disaster."

"Ah, this example should exclude me, even when I was still a supernova, although I could not solve the uncontrollably Mesolia, at least I could drag it into the mysterious and dispose of it like trash."

...

Before revealing his true purpose, Tang Qi specifically overlayed the "Body Control Spell" and "Truth Spell," utilizing his newfound understanding of life and soul, successfully allowing Mesolia to regain a bit of self-awareness.

"Very little, but enough."

"After all, even the slightest self-will immediately controls oneself and prevents loss of control, and then becomes my special ingredient."

These thoughts, as if transcending time.

In the meantime, did not affect Tang Qi's actions.

The now transformed massive chunk of flesh that was Mesolia, both on its exterior and interior, contained numerous bizarre items, mostly in flesh forms, many of which even contained Divine rotting flesh.

Tang Qi did not treat it like he did with Flora; he didn't strip it.

The two, inherently different.

Those flesh mince, already part of Mesolia, having been devoured, chewed, rotted, fermented... Tang Qi didn't think he could separate anything from it.

His eyes instantly saw through everything about Mesolia, like an extraordinarily skilled chef that could be deemed an artist, the Sword of Truth, formed by the Truth Thorns, sliced noiselessly, a part of Mesolia's body fell.

That was a "slice of meat," extremely complex.

It consisted of colors like pink, jet black, mottled gray, and dense yellow, upon closer inspection, seemed like a "Rotten Kingdom," where a large amount of unidentified creature's mince fermented inside, the intertwining scent traceable, every bit unbelievable in its pollution.

But now, these pollutions were shielded by a layer of Dream Radiance.

Thump!

That slice of Mesolia's meat, in a way incomprehensible to ordinary transcendent beings, shrank to normal size and fell into a graffiti-covered tile jar, the drawings depicted a group of primitive men gathered around a bonfire sharing meat soup.

The tile jar hung in mid-air, flames beneath rising, the water inside, used for boiling the soup, was not clean, more like black milk, undoubtedly from Mesolia herself.

If one were to ignore this bizarre, horrific scene and just critique his cooking method, Tang Qi indeed had the style of an "Extraordinary Food Artist," focusing on using the simplest cooking techniques without adding extra ingredients.

The first knife fell, the slice of meat dropped into the tile jar.

Tang Qi did not continue but carefully observed.

Half a second later, he seemed to have completely understood Mesolia's state.

"By using the 'Sword of Truth' to cut it, in a way, I am helping to reduce its burden. As long as it maintains its self-will, its Attribute Power won't explode, and the flames with the characteristic of the Melter, separated by the tile jar and its milk, boiling its body, are akin to dissolving that kind of Blast reaction."

"As I anticipated, then... I won't be polite."

Another thought flashed, Tang Qi leaned over, winked at those scarlet eyeballs, and soon chuckled softly.

Mesolia's remaining self-will was sparse, even though it felt a slight relief from being cut recently, its reaction was still sluggish.

It strived to enhance control and planned on devising an escape method.

At this moment, it realized that targeting it was not a human transcendent being but another "deity," a deity it had never seen nor eaten before, instinctively it developed a

appetite for Tang Qi, but the will to survive was intensely strong.

Yet before it could accomplish anything, suddenly, its eyeballs as if witnessing an unimaginable horrifying scene, stopped moving.

Before its eyes, numerous Divine Tentacles appeared, each wrapped around a special kitchen knife. Emerging symbols like the hourglass, balance, gemstone, griffin, baby... from the knives, all indicated they were transformed from the Truth Thorns.

Mesolia's somewhat sluggish mind realized what was about to happen.

But, she was powerless to stop it.

She could only watch as numerous tentacles waved cleavers, chopping down.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A scene that should have only appeared in a "delicious food cartoon" was happening inside this Food House.

Amidst the dazzling light of the knives, slices of meat fell rustling into the gradually boiling broth.

Mesolia's true form was vast, but it couldn't withstand this rate of cutting.

Strangely, that ordinary-looking tile jar continuously managed to accommodate the falling divine meat slices, even boiling them.

But if someone observed carefully, they would be stunned to realize that the aura emanating from that primitive man's tile jar matched perfectly with Tang Qi, who was in the "Divine State," just as if it were like one of the dream creatures in the Dream Kingdom, similar to Amanda.

Or like the Experimental Tower in Deborah Town.

Soon, all that remained of Mesolia was the last chunk.

As those tentacles were about to wave again, that "meat piece" burst forth with an intense black light.

A greatly reduced "Mesolia" appeared, her plump, rotting limbs furiously scratching, quickly forming a crack, and she tried to squeeze through it to escape.

While escaping, her Black Tongue was still tightly wrapped around a piece of already rotten flesh, terrifying Divine Power emitting from it, vaguely coalescing into a symbol resembling a crimson skull.

With Tang Qi's help, she had lost almost more than ninety percent of her Divinity, soul, and knowledge, all of which had become part of the soup.

But through this, she fully regained herself, utilizing her last strength to try and escape.

As she clawed at the crack, inside the Food House, frenzied figures also rushed towards Tang Qi, those players and judges who couldn't control themselves.

Tang Qi paid no heed, staring directly at that piece of flesh Mesolia was unwilling to let go of even in death. Touching the skull symbol, he felt an intense pain from his soul to his flesh, and in a trance, he was about to fall into a particularly horrifying battlefield.

Quickly, he recovered, paused for a moment, somewhat amused and incredulous: "The flesh of the God of Torture and War, Vesta?"

"It looks like Mesolia really is a persistent food enthusiast."

"If that's the case, wouldn't she want to taste this soup made from her own cooking, unique and infinitely delicious... the All-taste Mysterious Meat Soup?"

Upon finishing the sentence, Tang Qi routinely cast the Truth Spell.

As he uttered that last word, instantly within the Food House, an aroma that even Divine beings would crave madly filled the air.

Those rushing players and judges "thudded" to the ground, at the same time, a piece of Black Tongue emerged from each of them, transforming into black lines rushing crazily towards the tile jar.

Mesolia, who was clawing at the crack and had already escaped halfway.

Her chubby buttocks twisted madly as she backtracked, attracted almost instantly by the tile jar, her eyes fixated on the richly colored, steaming Mysterious Meat Soup inside.

Her eyes filled with helplessness, struggle, and an unmistakable thirst.

Uncontrollably, she stepped towards the tile jar, showing not the slightest sign of losing control, despite knowing well that once she entered the tile jar, her destiny would no longer be under her own control, but dominated by that unfamiliar deity covered in tentacles.

Tang Qi could even hear her inner scream as she walked: "I must not lose control, I have to taste this soup, the soup I cooked myself, it will be the most delicious thing in this world."

One second!

Two seconds!

In the third second, Mesolia's figure sank into the steam inside the tile jar.

Tang Qi's gaze penetrated the rich colors and intense fragrance, seeing the greatly reduced Mesolia swimming like a "small fish" in the soup, her Big Mouth wide open, her Black Tongue slurping and wildly devouring the soup, oblivious to her last bit of body dissolving.

Snap!

A Divine Tentacle, very nimble, wrapped around a tile jar lid, after Mesolia had completely dissolved, it covered her.

The Flames beneath the tile jar whooshed, instantly enveloping the entire jar, forming a powerful Sealing that completely isolated that terrible rich aroma.

Below, a portion of the cleansed players and judges watched the scene, dumbfounded.

Is it over?

In the profession of Extraordinary Chefs, where the feared deity "Tatalia" is the dead enemy of Mesolia, could it be that she'd been contained in this way... or had she completely fallen, turning into a tile jar of soup?

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