"Master Chef! You are blaspheming! It is blasphemy! What are you cooking? It smells so good!!"
The 9527th clone of the evil god Nyarlathotep, the cat-eared maid Nevea, is crying bitterly while holding the "Book of Truth" in her hands. She has been lurking in the world for ten years. She was supposed to use her whispers to persuade the nobles to establish a cult, but she was dragged into the kitchen by the fallen young master Joyce. From then on, she fell deeper and deeper into the dark cooking hell.
After traveling through time, former Michelin chef Chen Fan discovered that the food deserts in this world are more terrifying than Cthulhu: the slate bread gnawed by the Paladins can damage teeth, and the soup from the Magic Academy drops three SAN points with one sip. The only thing that can save the taste buds are those "ingredients" with eyes all over them - chop off the tentacles of the abyss to make teppanyaki, gouge out the eyes of the ancient gods to make soup, and even slice the clones of the old rulers into sashimi!
"Master! The orcs in the pot are writing a blood letter to protest!" Naivia's tail exploded.
"That's ketchup." Joyce calmly flipped the angel wings on the grill, "But you, why didn't you say blasphemy when you ate Ke Zong Naohua sushi yesterday?"
When the Church Judgment Knights kicked down the door and inspected the "Abyss Canteen", Nevia was forced to fight with a Cthulhu skewer; when the original ruler of the past came, Chen Fan picked up the kitchen knife and smiled: "Do you want the sashimi to be cut thinly or thickly?"
——The blasphemer kills gods with food, and the preacher rebels with food. In this war about taste buds and SAN value, who is the real evil god?
