Chapter 450
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a portal, a shimmering gateway to the spirit world. From within, the arch curses emerged, their presence immediately altering the atmosphere. The first to step through was the Enchanting Siren, a figure of captivating beauty that instantly drew the attention of every male god present. Even Flowua, her gaze typically reserved, found herself drawn to the Siren’s allure.
The other gods, mindful of their partners, remained steadfast in their affections, though their eyes couldn’t help but linger. The Siren, seemingly relishing the attention, accentuated her movements, her graceful walk and the subtle reveal of her long legs and thighs beneath her robe igniting a spark of desire.
Mahu, knowing the Siren’s penchant for causing trouble, cleared her throat, drawing the Siren’s attention. Having spent time with her, she was well aware of her mischievous nature. Pulling the Siren to the side, Mahu offered a reassuring smile to Ursula and Xerosis, who were both visibly fuming, their expressions a mix of annoyance and possessiveness.
Following the Siren’s grand entrance, the Covetous Leviathan lumbered through the portal, surrounded by a menagerie of animals: chickens, boars, deer, and cows. In his hands, he carried a basket overflowing with fruits of every imaginable color.
His first words, directed at Ursula, were a blunt, "Do you have a kitchen here?"
Ursula, taken aback by the figure drooling a viscous, golden liquid, clearly driven by insatiable hunger, replied, "No, I don’t. Didn’t think I had a need for that anymore."
"Well, with me, you do," the Leviathan declared, his voice a guttural rumble. He walked to a corner of the palace, setting down his basket. A chef’s apron materialized around his waist, followed by a tall chef’s hat. With a wave of his hand, a small, fully equipped kitchen set appeared before him. The animals that had accompanied him approached him one by one, meeting their fate as he swiftly and efficiently butchered and disemboweled them.
Ikem, noticing Ursula’s eyes twitching in disgust as blood splattered across the floor, intervened. With a flick of his wrist, a thick, red root emerged from the ground near the Leviathan, forming a gaping maw. The maw eagerly devoured the blood and discarded organs, cleaning the mess and restoring order to the palace floor.
The Leviathan seemed pleased, patting the maw like a pet before returning to his culinary endeavors.