The Demon’s Menu

Puh!

A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out.

"Poison?!

Dual Absolute?!

You're the heir of the Dual Absolute?!"

The body of the 'Carefree King' flew straight backward.

Heavily crashing onto the ground.

The 'Greedy Malice' condensed by hundreds of thousands of believers was completely out of control.

Without the 'Carefree King's control, the sea of malice began to churn endlessly.

Facing the Dark Behemoth's consumption was futile.

Roar!

The rumbling from Jason's stomach represented the Dark Behemoth's roar; it had never feasted like this before.

Eat!

Eat eat!

Eat eat eat!

The body of the Dark Behemoth began to inflate like a balloon.

Thirty meters.

Forty meters.

…

Consuming the sea of malice, the Dark Behemoth grew larger and larger.

Until near a hundred meters when it paused slightly.

Not because it wanted to stop.

But because Jason made it stop.

At this moment, scarlet eyes as large as two rooms stared at Jason.

Jason raised his head and confronted it without backing down.

Jason knew, this was his desire.

His gluttonous desire.

It was the source of his hunger.

Also the root he had always restrained.

Previously, he had been influenced by it, acted irrationally, and now the presence of the entity still affected him. The thought to 'eat eat eat' exploded in his mind.

Stimulating his stomach.

Stimulating his mouth.

Making him long to devour everything right now.

But he knew it couldn't be done.

Indulgence is joyful.

But also fleeting.

Once surrendering himself to desire, he would completely fall into it.

Become a puppet driven by desire.

Perhaps he might still have thoughts.

But a puppet is a puppet.

At most, it's a thinking flesh puppet.

Jason doesn't want that.

He hopes to be a 'person' with independent thought.

This is the belief he's always held firm.

He, is human.

Not a monster!

Born as a human, one must have persistence.

He loves to eat, truly, he doesn't hide it, nor will he hide it.

But persistence also exists.

Now and in the future.

So—

"Stop."

Jason raised his head coldly staring at that Dark Behemoth.

The Dark Behemoth was unwilling, angered, continuously roaring.

Jason's mouth, esophagus, stomach started spasming in waves.

Pain began to spread from within his body.

Even for Jason, accustomed to pain, his face turned deathly pale at this moment.

He felt as if countless knives were slicing his insides.

Pain!

Agony!

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Yet Jason still raised his head, gritted his teeth, did not give an inch.

"Stop."

Again a cold shout.

The Dark Behemoth remained unwilling, angry, roaring even louder, yet its body continued shrinking, gradually merging into Jason's bottomless stomach.

In the manor, the sea of malice disappeared.

The Dark Behemoth also vanished.

Only the 'Knife Monarch' remained, gasping continuously due to injuries.

Only Jason remained, spasming continuously due to pain.

And the 'Carefree King' remained, seemingly drained of vitality, face shriveled, old, hair gray.

At this moment, the 'Carefree King' stared with clouded eyes at Jason and the 'Knife Monarch'—

"You think you've won? Those barbarian fleets will appear on the sea soon; even if you can stop them, so what? Enough people will accompany me in my grave!

Hahaha!

I really want to see your expressions at that time!

Also, guess whether I've prepared a second move or not…"

Puh!

The 'Carefree King's words abruptly ceased.

His head was stomped and exploded by Jason's foot.

Then, still twitching due to pain, Jason charged unstopped toward the Northern Capital.

The 'Knife Monarch' followed closely.