Chapter 224 — All Sorts of Mishaps

the All-Things-End Congregation activated the "False God" ahead of time, and that mighty polymer of flesh began slowly to awaken;

and beneath the deep sea, the Storm God, fallen for countless tens of thousands of years, twitched once—and that single twitch was the signal to begin the feast.

The sirens raised their knives and forks—or, for some, their pincers and tails.

No one knew of these earth-shaking events unfolding beyond human society. The only thing with even a slight connection to them was that, deep in the mountains on the southern border of the Kingdom of Anzu, in the north of the Loren Continent, a siren named "Tyr" laid eyes on the treasure Gao Yang had solemnly kept in his collection.

The siren lady let out a joyful cry: "Ooh! Definitely tasty!"

Gao Yang grabbed her tail just in time, before this salted-fish spirit could charge forward and gnaw a hole in the crystal cube, and as he casually yanked her backward, he lunged forward to safeguard that precious sample of godly tissue.

"Hey, don't hide it! You called me here for a snack, didn't you!" Tyr slapped the ground angrily with her tail, then charged forward trying to snatch the crystal cube from Gao Yang's hands. "Give it to me, let me have a taste..."

Dodging Tyr's lunges, Gao Cen shouted loudly, "Stop, stop, stop! I called you here to see whether this thing is from the 'great squid'—who said anything about letting you eat it!"

"If I can't eat it, what did you show it to me for!" Tyr couldn't catch the "tasty snack" no matter how she tried, and the whole fish was on the verge of going mad. "I missed the once-in-many-years feast! I thought you were making it up to me!"

But Gao Song was stubborn beyond Tyr's imagination—no matter how she bounced and leaped, Gao Yang was never going to let this salted-fish spirit eat the only divine sample in existence as a midnight snack. And when Tyr had finally worn herself out from jumping around, she had no choice but to calm down: "I'm telling you, this thing isn't the 'great squid' we usually dig up—but the feeling it gives off really is pretty similar."

"This isn't the great squid?" Gao Yang raised an eyebrow. "You're sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! No siren would mistake the great squid!" Tyr planted her hands on her hips—how she managed to stand so steadily on a single curved fish tail, when she couldn't even stand steady on two ordinary legs, was anyone's guess. "The way I see it, this snack must have fallen off some creature close in species to the great squid... Hey, hey, where did you get this thing? Is there a big reserve of it? Tell me, will you? I won't eat this processed piece of yours—I can go forage for myself..."

Gao Yang: "..."

Are you deep-sea salt-cured fish spirits some kind of creatures more terrifying than the deep-sea evil gods?! Are you deep-sea comedy gods?!

"Unfortunately, I only have this one sample on hand," Gao Yang said, having stared blankly at Tyr for quite a while—long enough that the latter's tail went taut with tension—before he shook his head and broke the bad news. "And I have no idea where to find more of it. This sample is something we 'land folk' have passed down from a thousand years ago."

Tyr knew perfectly well what the average lifespan of land humans was, and she was immediately startled. "Huh? You land folk would pass a single piece of pastry down for a thousand years? I get that you don't want to waste food, but there's no need to be that stingy about eating it..."

Right after that she launched into a rambling lament—something about how the land folk lived in dire straits, how even a single little biscuit could serve as a family heirloom, and so on and so forth, her thoughts utterly fragmented and her words a stream of pure nonsense.

Watching Tyr carry on like this, Gao Yang felt a cold sweat break out across his whole forehead. He had absolutely no idea how to explain to this one that the flesh of a god was not something one could eat here—he felt this was nothing less than a matter of man and god, of survival and extinction, of race and destiny—yet after hearing him out, Tyr would most likely conclude that this was simply a question of recipes...

For the first time since his transmigration, Gao Yang felt his sanity slipping...