Nine-Layered Hell—Scorching Hell.
Looking at the skewers on the grill before him, already seventy percent cooked,
Orsaga evenly sprinkled some Hell peppers over them, then casually asked the huge serpent beside him, who had remained silent:
"Want some?"
"Yes, thank you."
Koma, who happened to be a little hungry, neither declined nor played dead.
Though he had no hands or feet,
with a mere thought, he levitated the skewer Orsaga had handed him and slurped down all the grilled meat in one bite.
But the very next moment,
his enormous snake eyes flew wide open!
Crimson flames came spurting uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth and nostrils!
"So spicy!!"
As a special variety cultivated by Orsaga when he was bored,
a single one of those Hell peppers was enough to send every living thing in an entire nation to meet its maker.
Used as his everyday seasoning, however, they were just right.
They added an extra note of flavor to the food.
Given Koma's strength, naturally, a little pepper could not possibly knock him flat on the spot. After taking two deep breaths, he gradually adapted to that level of heat.
With an expression of pure enjoyment, he eagerly praised it as well:
"This flavor is truly excellent, and the meat has quite a chew to it too..."
"Of course. Every ingredient was freshly sliced alive from a God Scourge. Whether in freshness or actual nutritional value, they are all quite exceptional. Ordinary people are not qualified to enjoy them—they'd mutate on the spot after one bite."
"...That really is quite nice."
God Scourges.
Troubles born from gods themselves.
Their strengths varied enormously; anything from Legendary Rank to godhood was perfectly normal.
A moment's carelessness could cause immense disaster. Destroying cities and annihilating nations was as commonplace as eating