"The heart of boundless greed is truly terrifying." With a stranger’s voice, everything twisted together and dissipated into the air.
The cold cell, the less prickly straw mat, and the masked man leaning against the wall, gazing at the moonlight outside the bars.
Reinhardt looked at his hands in horror, just monts ago, he had been in a chamber pot, and he could even sll the stench of it.
"This..." Reinhardt looked around, he was still in the cell, not in that filthy chamber pot.
"This is your destiny, I rely allowed you to see this scene in advance." The masked man lowered his head, looking at Reinhardt lying on the straw bed.
"In half an hour more, that servant, blinded by self-interest, will co and stuff you into the chamber pot and exchange you for Gold Coin." There was a hint of mockery in the masked man’s eyes.
"I..." Reinhardt wanted to argue, even without this masked man, he would have fought his way out.
"Really?" The masked man rubbed his hands, and then a small white flower materialized in his grasp.
"..." Reinhardt fell silent, in the fate revealed by the masked man, he had not resisted, he hadn’t even made a sound.
"Death is not frightening...what’s frightening is the process of waiting for death." The masked man looked at the small white flower in his hand, which began to wither and decay.
"I am Destiny, do you wish to live again, poor one?" Destiny looked at Reinhardt, just as a lion stares at a little rabbit that has intruded on its territory.
"I am a knight! At least I once was..." Reinhardt bowed his head, perhaps his knightly code had already crumbled the mont he had swallowed his pride and stayed silent.
No matter how righteous the reasons, they could not wash away his cris.
Reinhardt’s hands trembled. He seed to return to the past, his daughter’s cold body lying in his arms, marked with scars and traces of violation.
Perhaps that was the reason he had always been helping the poor, he was rely seeking a comforting reason for his sin-ridden heart.
"I want to live, to live to cleanse my transgressions." Reinhardt raised his head, looking directly into the eyes of Destiny.
"Even if it ans forsaking your Deity?" There was a playful glint in the eyes beneath the mask.
A mont of silence.
"Yes, I will fight against all the injustices, I will fight for all those oppressed by the nobles, I will beco the shield that protects the weak!" Reinhardt clenched his fist so hard that his fingernails pierced his palm, and blood slowly seeped out.
"Good. Look into my eyes, see your destiny, and shout His na, Mortal." Destiny slowly removed his mask.
What a terrifying face it was! On the human visage were countless black vortexes, grotesque faces wailing as they sank into oblivion.
Just one glance could shatter the courage of the cowardly, and make the fearless slow their breath.
Profound knowledge flooded into Reinhardt’s body, into his spirit, and enabled him to see His figure.
The blind, ignorant figure, and those eyes hiding in their depths, made Reinhardt’s body shudder uncontrollably.
After a bout of almost faint-inducing agony, Reinhardt opened his eyes to find himself still in the cold cell, Destiny nowhere to be found.
Reinhardt looked at his hands, touched his face, and found no abnormalities like those of Destiny.
The greatest difference was that his once decayed body was once again filled with strength, a power so overwhelming it made him tremble.
"Your faithful worshipper extols Your na here! God of Chaos!"
Chen Ze looked at the fridge; there was still plenty of pork left from when he made braised pork.
Suddenly, Chen Ze rembered a dish he particularly enjoyed eating, one that was simple to make but excellent with rice.
Chen Ze couldn’t help but wipe his mouth; he felt a bit hungry.
Grilled pork belly, a very simple yet incredibly delicious dish. Just marinate it, then place the pork on the grill; once both sides are golden brown, it’s ready to eat.
But it wasn’t just that which made Chen Ze reminisce. He rifled through his bedroom and took out a dark brown bottle, pouring out the sauce inside.
He then chopped up so bird’s eye chili peppers and other ingredients, mixing them together.
"Boss, what’s this?" Betty, who had been lured by the sll, peeked into the kitchen, eyes wide as she watched Chen Ze.
"Pickled vegetable paste," Chen Ze said as he set the prepared dip on the table.
In the culinary kingdom of Huaxia, sauces also hold a significant place.
The Northeast’s soybean paste, sesa paste, peanut butter, and doubanjiang, among others, can easily determine the final quality and flavor of a dish.
Even so fastidious gourts have strict requirents for the brand and origin of the sauces.
For Chen Ze, grilled pork belly must be paired with pickled vegetable paste.
On its own, the pickled vegetable paste is very sour, but when combined with other ingredients, it creates a sour and spicy flavor.
Paired with the rather greasy pork belly, it offsets its oiliness and makes one want to eat more, enabling one to indulge in the deliciousness of the pork belly without reserve.
"Mmm—delicious!" Betty joyfully swallowed the pork belly, then quickly shoveled two more mouthfuls of rice into her mouth.
Chen Ze, too, with a look of contentnt, picked up a steaming piece of pork belly, dipped it into the pickled vegetable paste, and slowly ate it.
Paired with an ice-cold cola, it was extrely comfortable.
"Boss, I want to ask you sothing," Betty said as she ate another piece of pork belly.
"What?" Chen Ze licked his lips.
"You’ve played those romance gas, right?"
"Yeah," Chen Ze replied, taking a sip from his cup.
"So, if there’s a girl who often blushes around the male protagonist, gives him precious gifts, and really cares about what he says, what do you think it ans?" Betty served up a perfect lead.
"Isn’t that obvious? It’s almost certain the conquest is complete, with the affection level high enough to marry," Chen Ze confidently declared. In so gas, one might even unlock unique CGs (computer graphics).
"Boss..." Betty patted Chen Ze on the shoulder.
Chen Ze turned his head to look at the handprint on his shoulder; Betty’s hand was wet, and Chen Ze suspected she deliberately used his shirt to wipe her hands.
"Why are you so good at gas, but when it cos to real life, you’re like a complete fool?" Betty clicked her tongue and shook her head.
"What’s wrong with ?" Chen Ze was bewildered.
"Nothing, it’s just that being single has its reasons, and it really isn’t anyone else’s fault. You might as well be a bachelor for life."
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