The sudden change of scenery made Michael’s mind a bit fuzzy. For a mont he couldn’t clearly determine his own position.
He did lock the location, but which direction was his face pointing? What altitude was he at? His brain needed ti to process this information. Even though he knew his body’s position and direction in advance, he still needed ti to adapt.
"This is too hard. If my position got changed during a fight, it would disrupt my attack rhythm. I might manage, but what about Leo? He won’t know where I’m going to throw him because if I tell him beforehand, it loses the elent of surprise for the enemy."
Michael rubbed his forehead, feeling his brain stretched tight like it was about to explode. This problem was truly difficult. To coordinate effectively requires two people to be so in sync they understand each other without words.
"Let’s discuss this after eting Leo again. I also want to know what effect Leo’s domain has."
After saying that, he clapped his hands once, the surrounding scenery imdiately returned to how it was before, and Cook God once again stood before him.
"Pretty tricky to use, right?"
Cook God asked, but his bright eyes looked like he already knew the answer. The first ti you suddenly change position, it’s impossible to adapt imdiately.
"Yeah, it really is tricky. Moreover, if you want to coordinate with soone else, the difficulty multiplies..."
He paused for a beat, Michael thought about if there was anything else he should ask. After all, after this, there wouldn’t be another chance to et. He thought back and forth but didn’t know what specific issue to ask about, yet he couldn’t not ask.
"According to you, is there anything else I need to pay attention to? Help out a bit more so I can make your ability famous throughout the world once again." Michael asked, adding a flattering line to increase the effectiveness of his words.
"Hmph, cut the flattery. I’ve been dead for tens of thousands of years, what do I care about reputation? Besides, even when I was alive I didn’t care about fa. I’m not human after all, I don’t care about those boring things."
Seeing that his words seed to have backfired, Michael was montarily flustered. But seeing Cook God’s expression still didn’t seem to care much, he considered it still okay.
"So, is there anything else you want to tell ?"
"Um... Oh right, I still have the divine artifact. Getting it is quite useful, it can protect your soul and add a bit of resistance to negative effects. Protecting your soul ans even if your body is completely destroyed, you can still exist in soul form."
Cook God had been inside this space for so long he almost forgot he had a divine artifact.
Hearing about soul protection, Michael’s eyes trembled with surprise before turning into imnse joy. So didn’t this an his maximum punishnt was just being imprisoned in a bronze oil lamp for ten years? He had to ask the system clearly to avoid a disastrous misunderstanding.
’System, existing in soul form doesn’t count as death, right? So I would only be imprisoned for a maximum of ten years, correct?’
After asking, Michael’s heart imdiately pounded, anxiously waiting for the system’s reply. If it was really like this, he’d be happier than winning the jackpot.
[You are not wrong, as long as you exist in any form, it counts as being alive. Thus the maximum punishnt is a failed mission.]
[However, what you described is an ideal situation. If you cannot find that divine artifact, then everything you said is aningless.]
Receiving confirmation from the system, Michael was thrilled. What could be better than never having the possibility of being imprisoned for a thousand years in that damn place?
Thinking of that divine artifact, he beca more and more determined to help Leo beco king of the world at any cost. As long as he carried that divine artifact to other worlds in the future, there would be nothing left to fear.
The corner of Cook God’s mouth twitched as he looked at Michael’s idiotically grinning expression. He had only just ntioned the divine artifact, what was there to be so happy about? The divine artifact was indeed very useful, but could it possibly be more valuable than inheriting power from a god?
"Hehehe, tell where that divine artifact is. I’ll definitely build you a really big tomb." Michael laughed in a thoroughly despicable manner.
Looking at Michael’s current appearance made Cook God doubt his own mory. Was that Michael and this Michael not the sa person? Moreover, had he ever said he needed a tomb?
He originally intended to curse because of Michael’s sudden attitude, but then he thought of an extrely ’vicious’ plan. Since what needed to be done was done, he could go die now, before dying he could give Michael a ’little joy’.
"Let rember where it is..."
The Cook God said slowly, putting on an act of trying to rember even as his body had begun to dissolve into points of light. Moreover, it started dissolving from the top of his head, making Michael extrely anxious.
"Quick, quick, tell ! Tell quickly!"
Seeing the only clue to find the treasure of his life rapidly disappearing before his eyes but he had no way to save it. He was about to cry.
"Ah, I rember. I left it at..."
Cook God was about to say sothing when he suddenly stopped. His mouth dissolved into small points of light right at that mont.
"Nooooooo!!!"
Michael held his head and scread in despair. In that mont he felt like all his beautiful dreams had vanished into thin air. The continent was so vast, where would he go to find Cook God’s divine artifact? More importantly, he didn’t even know what it looked like.
Right at this mont, Cook God’s six arms simultaneously raised the ’OK’ symbol as if to tell him to rest assured, this was just a small problem.
"You ’OK’ my ass! Damn bastard! My divine artifact... it’s gone... all gone..."
Michael wailed miserably, this was the loudest he had ever cried from regret in his entire life.
The points of light representing Cook God’s power all rushed into Michael’s body, followed by the space beginning to collapse.
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