"What is Cthulhu? Is it tasty?" Little Illusion asked eagerly.
Wenren Sheng, who was going through the materials submitted by Mystery Seekers from various places, found it difficult to explain to her that this was not a question of whether it tasted good.
It was a question of whether it was easy to cook.
After all, Cthulhu was said to lurk underwater. Fishing it out to make a dish would be quite troublesome.
It had to be cleaned, dredged of mud, and cut apart.
"Cthulhu is only relatively famous among the old myths because it appeared early on. But in terms of its established power, it can only be ranked in the middle." Wenren Sheng gave this answer based on his own understanding.
"I asked whether it tastes good."
"It tastes like octopus. Do you like grilled octopus?"
"I like grilled squid and takoyaki. Looks like that thing is pretty tasty." Little Illusion could not help drooling.
Wenren Sheng was somewhat speechless.
But upon further thought, he sensed something interesting in this.
"Yes, you can eat Anomalies. But I want to ask you this: won't your stomach feel bad afterward?" Wenren Sheng asked seriously.
Little Illusion tilted her bird head. "As long as it smells good to me, my stomach won't hurt after I eat it."
Wenren Sheng fell silent.
He recalled Little Illusion's attributes: "Communicates between reality and illusion, transforms into all things, manipulates human hearts. It hates quiet, likes noise and activity, detests deathly stillness, just as nature fears a vacuum. This is a seed with self-awareness."
She herself possessed both chaos and order.
Combined with the fact that she could be accepted by the Seed of Mystery.
Wenren Sheng understood a little more.
"Got it. Tomorrow, I'll make you a pot of Stir-fried Cthulhu." He spoke decisively.