The Cook of a Perished World - Chapter 252

Episode 253: Forced feeding (2)

Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…

Kuung….

Far away.

The sound of cannonballs raining down from the sky can be heard.

A vast underground mine where all the monsters have been subdued and only silence remains.

The sound of a cannonball tearing through the air echoed, breaking the silence.

“Has it begun?”

Engineers on the ground follow my orders.

The bombardment began.

I looked down into the basement, fighting back the thoughts pouring towards me.

Is it because the vampire’s blood has become darker?

Even though it was deep underground, I could see the blurry silhouette of the flesh there.

The sight of the cannonballs flying towards that piece of flesh.

‘The moment those shells hit the target, the lid will open and the contents will spill out.’

but.

Should I say it was unexpected?

-It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

Even the protective clothing made to withstand the poison melted.

Very dark and poisonous thoughts.

Let the cannonballs head towards the center of thought.

Jijijik….

“crazy?”

Of course, it was strengthened by [Mac]’s magic power.

The shells must have been equipped with poison resistance thanks to the know-how gained by the production workers.

The outside of those shells.

It looked like it was melting due to the poison.

‘I can’t believe I crawled all the way inside.’

No matter how powerful and resistant the shell is.

It’s impossible to withstand that level of poison.

‘The reason why I made a cannon and fired it.’

If this was an ordinary space.

After making the dish, simply drop it and that’s it.

The gravity inside doesn’t seem to be strong, but it does exist.

Accuracy is the only problem.

As long as you position it correctly and drop it.

It could have just fallen and reached its underground target.

The problem was that miasma.

‘If you fall leisurely, you will end up melting in that poison before you even reach your goal.’

An absurd poison that melts even resistant equipment.

Because I knew that no matter how much it was a cannonball, it wouldn’t be able to withstand that miasma.

Before the surface is completely melted by that miasma.

So that you can reach your target as quickly as possible.

The order was for a cannon with maximum range and speed.

‘Is this not enough?’

Even though I did that, in the end.

The shells fired with great momentum were about to reach their targets.

Everything ended up melting.

‘No, no.’

but.

I wasn’t embarrassed.

‘That’s enough.’

In the first place.

Because the goal was not to hit that shell.

Farsi style….

Pabababak!

The exact moment when the shell melted due to the intense miasma.

The food inside spreads out in all directions.

The miasma that had overflowed due to the force of the pouring shells was pushed out to the surroundings.

A brief moment in which that vacuum is maintained.

Without even a chance for poison to spread.

Dishes sprinkled on top of a huge lump of flesh.

‘…If we’re going to solve the poison in this mine, we have to somehow deal with that lump of flesh.’

There was only one problem.

‘That guy has no mouth.’

no.

It’s not just that there’s no mouth.

Teeth to chew food.

Tongue to taste.

There is no intestines for food to pass through and no stomach to dissolve and absorb food.

‘You could say it’s a hard counter for me as a chef.’

Yes, originally.

No matter how good I am as a chef.

For the guy who can’t cook.

It’s normal if it doesn’t have any effect.

but.

That’s a bit old.

‘Not now.’

Food sticking out of the shell.

The food touches the flesh.

Right at that moment!

[The attribute effect applied to cooking is activated.]

[Forced feeding]

That trait I put into my cooking.

It was effective.

[There are as many different guests in the world as there are living creatures!]

[There are some who cannot eat on their own for various reasons, such as sick patients or defects in body parts.]

[But no matter how sick the patient is, he or she must eat food to replenish energy for treatment!]

[In such cases, the food injected is called force feeding.]

If it was original.

Not being able to eat food on their own, etc.

Forced feeding is a measure reserved for patients in serious condition.

in other words.

Originally it was for patients, but whatever.

‘If you think about that guy… he can’t even eat and his body parts are damaged a lot.’

Roughly what.

Isn’t it similar to a patient?

and.

The chef’s secret to feeding such patients.

[This is a very difficult and difficult task.]

[A chef who has reached the level of skill can accomplish forced feeding as easily as breathing!]

This is it.

[Eating becomes possible without the subject having to put the food in their mouth.]

[Eating becomes possible even if the target does not have body organs to consume the dish.]

[If a dish comes into contact with the target’s body, the taste and effects of the dish are applied to the target.]

Even if the subject doesn’t eat it.

It is said that if the food comes into contact with the body, it is determined that the food has been eaten….

‘Characteristics of the Gaesagyegi….’

With unbelievable performance.

It was a fraudulent trait.

* * *

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….

Watching the shells continue to rain down

I continued heading underground.

I’ve felt this before

I feel deep emotions covering my face again.

They say that their resilience and tolerance have become stronger than before.

Still a painful feeling.

Break through all those emotions.

[The one who could not die completely – Morzan]

“My brother is here.”

I am.

I stood in front of God’s remains again.

-It hurts, it hurts

-Why only me

-why

A thought that can melt even an iron plate reinforced with Black Mangi’s magic in an instant.

Let us arrive at the place where the thoughts are strongest.

A huge wave of emotions pours out.

“…Whoop!”

and.

I thought as I accepted those thoughts.

‘It must have been painful.’

I have never been in this guy’s shoes.

How the gods in general regard their creations.

Although I don’t really know.

‘At least… the gods I know let their children escape.’

Those gods.

He cared for his children.

Same goes for this guy.

No, according to what I felt in this guy’s thoughts.

‘This guy is it.’

He cared for his children more than anyone else.

The creatures he created and cherished.

When I saw the distorted civilization they had built.

How much pain did he feel?

It was hard to even imagine.

“That resentment… it would be a little difficult for me to get rid of it myself.”

The Dwarven have already perished.

The existence of the outer universe that destroyed this guy.

As of now, we wouldn’t even be able to touch it.

You won’t be able to resolve that resentment directly.

but.

“But I think I can release the accumulated emotions.”

to be honest.

There was also a bit of a sad side to it.

Although I am confident in my cooking skills.

‘Even in this lost state… he is truly a god.’

I wonder if my cooking will work for a guy of that caliber.

I mean, I don’t know either.

‘I think he would have to be at the level of [Chef Dasmur] to do something like that.’

Chef Dasmur was probably at a higher level than I am now.

I think he could make a dish that would impress even the gods.

Unfortunately, I am not at that level yet.

But still.

It was well worth a try.

There is also evidence that it will work…

There wasn’t any.

‘This guy became like this even before the inhabitants of that world could properly establish civilization.’

If we think about Earth, it’s roughly the Stone Age?

The design he did was close to perfect.

Actually, the guy.

He was devoured by an invasion by foreign enemies at the very beginning of the play of that design.

It was a time when civilization had not yet fully blossomed.

in other words….

“It was a time when cooking wasn’t even developed.”

Unlike the Pope, whose appetite was so high that he couldn’t eat the food.

To God, he was probably greater than the Pope down there.

Chances are he’s never even tried a proper dish….

It was very high.

‘It’s worth it.’

so that.

[For a specific being who has done his best as a war chef….]

[For a specific being who has done his best as a war chef….]

I can do it.

Dishes made with maximum effort.

inside.

[Special sauce for calm emotions]

[Special source of stable emotions]

[Special sauce for happy emotions]

Even those deep thoughts can be suppressed.

I decided to try to capture deeper emotions than that.

[Attribute – The effect of force feeding is activated.]

If it was original.

The effect of a dish that would not have been activated if it had not been put directly in the mouth.

but.

The job I have is [chef].

It had infinite possibilities that made even that possible.

Tuk.

Through the vacuum of miasma created by the shell.

As soon as a piece of food touches the skin of flesh.

[This is an object that does not have an oral cavity for food intake.]

[Alternative oral cavity – Utilizes skin pores.]

Instead of the oral cavity, which should have been originally responsible for eating food.

The food seeps into the pores of his skin.

[This is an object that does not have a digestive system for digesting food.]

[Skip the digestion process and then initiate cellular absorption.]

Instead of the stomach, which must digest the food and receive its effects.

The magic contained in the dish melts directly into each and every cell that makes up its entire body.

‘The power to somehow feed and digest food even to those who cannot eat.’

The basic structure is similar to intravenous fluid injections performed in hospitals.

As stated in the skill description.

This was basically a feature for patients who couldn’t eat dishes.

If there’s anything different.

‘Unlike sap, which can provide only minimal nutrients, this one is made up of proper dishes!’

of course.

It was not an easy process as the patient was a patient.

[caution!]

[Interfering with a part of the mighty Godhead is an extremely difficult task.]

[In particular, it is impossible to interfere with the emotions of a being of a much higher rank than oneself.]

Watching the food dissolve and seep directly into his cells.

A warning window appears before your eyes.

As expected.

Although the food is melting.

-It hurts. Why can’t I forgive? Why is it only me?

There was no change in the amount of emotion he was emitting.

As it is a being of high rank in the first place.

No matter how much it turned out like that.

It would be impossible to intervene in those emotions.

Well, if there’s a silver lining.

“It’s not like the effect isn’t there because the appetite is high like it was during the Pope’s time, right?”

The effect just doesn’t apply.

That doesn’t mean my cooking isn’t good enough for that guy’s taste.

[It makes the impossible possible as much as the divine power of ‘8’.]

Then what?

There may be no way.

[caution!]

[If your challenge fails, you will lose all accumulated spiritual power.]

[Still, I guess you’ll give it a try….]

“I challenge you.”

Gray energy pouring out from inside my body.

A lump of flesh with dishes pouring down.

He hugged me gently.

* * *

-It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

A guy who was eaten alive by an external enemy.

The extreme pain I had to feel because of that.

but.

A dish that matched my spiritual power was poured on top of it.

[The peaceful emotions contained in cooking ease the pain of the target!]

-it hurts?

That endless pain.

A sudden wave of ‘peaceful’ emotions.

It starts to subside quietly.

-Why why why why why why why why why

The injustice of having to endure something terrible.

The feeling of grief that came from expressing that injustice.

[The stable emotions contained in the dish calm the target’s grief.]

-…uh?

Buried in the feelings of ‘security’ that continue to pour down.

I’m starting to sink deeper.

and.

-I can’t forgive, I can’t forgive, I can’t forgive, I can’t forgive, I can’t forgive, I can’t forgive, I can’t forgive

A guy who has no choice but to hate and resent everything in the world.

The intense hatred that resulted from that…

[The extreme happiness contained in cooking silences the target’s hatred!]

Much worse than that.

The happy feelings that come from delicious food….

-delicious….

Step by step.

It melts without a trace.

‘A feeling that could never be alleviated with just cooking.’

But even at this moment.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….

Up there.

The dishes I made kept pouring out.

‘Buff effects do not stack, but emotions do not.’

No matter how angry, painful, or resentful something may have been.

To relieve accumulated stress.

“There’s nothing better than delicious food.”

There’s so much stress.

If you say it’s something that can’t be solved with just one dish.

‘Just feed it until it resolves and that’s it.’

How sad and painful this guy must have been.

I understand.

I understand.

“Because of that… your other children have been suffering as well.”

If it weren’t for that guy’s venom.

Slaves imprisoned here.

Even though those guys suffered because they couldn’t die.

There would have been no more suffering in that miasma.

I have completely let go of the slaves who suffered.

Now there is only one thing left.

“If you go, it will be over.”

Death that came suddenly.

A distorted civilization seen only after death.

The moment he saw that, he was unable to choose a complete death due to anger and hatred.

however.

That too is a story from the distant past.

Now slowly.

‘Relax…close your eyes.’

It’s time to go.

I am to the guy.

It will give you the gift of extinction without any regrets.

-it hurts?

-Why…huh?

-I can’t forgive… ㅁ… It’s delicious….

Sarrr….

A bitter and painful thought that seemed to pierce my entire body.

That thought.

‘It melts… and disappears.’

Gradually disappearing.

Also the pain from the poison that pierced my skin.

I felt it gradually decreasing.

* * *

like that.

How much time has passed?

-Tiring.

[Magic Youth: Youngjun…! Was the operation successful?]

[Tailor: Former Corps Commander!]

Soldiers waiting near the entrance of the gate.

A guild message came from them.

[Tailor: The miasma… is starting to disappear!]

The poison has disappeared.

The miasma of the underground mine is the result of a mixture of dead monsters and the thoughts of ‘Morzan’.

Give complete death to monsters.

Let’s neutralize the thoughts of ‘Morjan’.

The poison created by his thoughts also disappeared.

I clenched my fists and shouted internally.

‘It’s a success…!’

This is my plan.

Now that the poison is gone.

Walking around inside the mine would also have become safer.

‘Mining magic stones to fill vimanas would have become possible.’

The underground mine has become so safe.

They said it would be possible to mine with engineers….

[Magical Youth: No, it’s not just that…!]

picture.

I thought.

“…uh?”

A thought that was like a poison spreading around me.

Once that thought was purified.

An unexpected change occurred.

All the toxins that were penetrating the pores of my body disappeared.

Eventually, what fills the surroundings is…

“What is this?”

Something I’ve never felt in my life.

Absurdly thick density…

“horsepower…?”

That moment.

The trait has been activated.

[Identification of food ingredients (enhanced)]

[The pain, grief, and resentment of those who cannot die completely]

The thoughts that originally filled this place.

I thought this thought was just an expression of emotion.

but….

It wasn’t.

‘Yeah… if you think about it, it’s natural.’

No matter how powerful the emotion is.

Just as an emotion.

It is impossible to bring about such a big change in the surroundings.

[The ‘pain, sorrow, and resentment of those who cannot die completely’ begin to mutate.]

[The distorted thoughts regain their original form.]

Nevertheless, the reason why that thought was able to have such an impact on those around it…

It was simple.

‘Because there was a prototype… enough to influence the surroundings!’

When I open this gate.

There is only one order from [Gate Summoning Ticket].

‘As much magical power as possible.’

and.

It seems that the right of summons has very clearly granted that wish.

[The infinite magic of Morzan, the great master of magic (New!)]

What filled this underground mine was not originally a miasma.

It is said that the Dwarven remained long after they established a huge magic civilization…

[A great deity with endless magical power and a world of great magic. A being who was the main deity of Morzan.]

[This is the infinite and endless magical power possessed by Morzan, the master of magic.]

Infinite.

Powerful magical power.

[Morzan, a god born as the master of the world with endless magical power.]

[He is endowed with infinitely powerful magical power, a power of his own that no other god possesses.]

[It is said that he is a deity who is close to extinction for some reason.]

[Even if 99% of infinite magic disappears, infinity is still infinite!]

[The infinite magical power that had been distorted by distorted thoughts has regained its original identity.]

Distorted by the death of its owner.

Infinite magical power that was changing its shape into a terrible poison.

[Magical Youth: A huge amount of magical power is rising from underground!]

[Gunnery Leader: Sergeant Shin. Is this really what you were aiming for?]

“crazy….”

That endless power.

It regained its original shape.