(Western Fantasy) the Devil's Late Night Recipe

What if you wake up one day and suddenly find yourself tied up in a ball and served to the devil's table? Slime: Look at my soft body, I hide, I hide, I hide again... You can't penetrate me, haha! (Covered by crystal bowl) Little Devil: Your Majesty, the flesh on my body is really not enough to fit between your teeth. (Crying loudly) Elemental Elf: The nest... The nest... They don't have any nutrition at all, really nothing at all. (Hold each other and shiver) Cyclops Cub: I'm warning you! I am the last pure-blooded Cyclops! You are eating rare creatures! Violation of the Rare Creatures Protection Act! Do you know who my parents are! Don't come here! Hey hey! (Turn over the table) Well, actually this is a story about a retired devil who finds a new place to run a farm to grow fresh meat, oh no, food. 1. This article is also known as "My One Thousand and One Nights Under the Rule of the Great Demon King" and "Why It's So Difficult to Eat Full" 2. The devil is cold, elegant, (crossed out) stupid (crossed out), the male protagonist... What is the male protagonist? Is it tasty? 3. The imaginative articles generated after playing with gay friends are no products. #Maybe curious about the darkness, please retreat if you feel unwell# #There may be strange easter eggs# #Overall it is still a pure (?) Story# #For love, stories and "food", raise your knives and forks! # Intention: instinct, agreement, sacrifice, self-awareness