Raiden Ei: What Do You Mean My Cooking Almost Killed a God? / Qianyi: Six Thousand Is the Perfect Age to Strive-How Can I Rest?!

"Before we talk about reconciliation, let's eat first."

PS: I went to the hospital this afternoon for a shot to boost my immunity. When I got back, I felt a little sleepy, so I thought I'd take a short nap. It was only after four, and I could write when I woke up. But when I opened my eyes, it was already past one in the morning.

That's why today's update was late.

Raiden Shogun: What Do You Mean My Cooking Almost Killed a God?

Since things had come to this, they might as well eat first.

The moment Rhinedottir was forcibly pressed into a seat by Qianyi, one glowing dish after another, wafting tantalizing aromas, was served before her in an endless stream.

The sheen, the presentation—it was a feast for both the eyes and the nose, enough to make anyone drool.

Then, the illusion was dispelled.

The once mouthwatering "glowing dishes" instantly shed their false filter, revealing their savage, twisted true forms. They became plates of indescribable things that emitted ominous purple fumes, writhed madly on the plates, and even let out shrill screeches.

Some resembled the tentacles of Abyssal creatures. Some looked like still-pulsing eyeballs. Some were even spurting green slime...

Just one glance would send one's sanity plummeting, with the mental contamination index instantly maxing out.

"Come, don't be shy." Qianyi sat opposite Rhinedottir with a smile, his hands folded beneath his chin. His tone carried a chilling sort of kindness. "Eat every last bit of this. Don't leave a single drop. Once you've finished, we can discuss 'reconciliation.'"

Rhinedottir: "..."

This woman, revered as "Gold" and standing at the pinnacle of Teyvat's alchemy, stared at the indescribable objects before her. For perhaps the first time in ages, her face—usually adorned with a compassionate, saintly smile—showed