Food Street

Another half month passed, and the Demon King finally returned to Many Countries!

Lord Milim jumped off the ship with a machine in her hand that continuously sprayed snowflakes. It was a toy Vegapunk had specially made for her.

Milim had been carrying it around these past few days, unable to put it down.

"Vegapunk, hurry up and jump down from the ship. I'll show you around Many Countries." Standing by the harbor, Milim kept waving at Vegapunk.

Vegapunk, standing aboard the Demon King, looked at the distance between the deck and the ground, and a dark line appeared across his forehead. "Milim, stop joking around. Do you think everyone can jump down from up there like you?"

As he spoke, he slowly made his way down the stairs beside him.

The harbor workers quickly noticed the Demon King's arrival, and at the same time, they spotted Many Countries' symbol—Milim.

"Lord Milim is back!"

"Where? Where?"

"It's only been a few months, but it feels like years have passed. I can still vaguely remember Lord Milim sitting in that sun chair, protecting us!" said one harbor worker as he wiped away tears with a handkerchief, looking utterly effeminate.

All the workers around him looked at him with disdain.

"Why are you carrying a handkerchief? I knew there was something off about you."

"I can't believe you've got a demon at home!"

"Beat him to death! If we don't, I won't be able to sleep peacefully!"

The worker wiping his tears with a handkerchief was promptly pinned to the ground by the other harbor workers and beaten up.

Milim naturally noticed the commotion. She froze for a moment, but still happily waved in greeting. "Everyone, I'm back!"

The harbor workers who had been beating up their coworker immediately helped him back to his feet, then waved at Milim like they were the best of friends.

"Welcome back, Lord Milim!"

"It's clear that you're truly loved by the people here, Milim." Vegapunk carefully observed all the workers at the harbor. He could clearly see that their eyes were filled with hope for the future.

Moreover, every worker was fairly robust, without the slightest sign of malnutrition!

Milim proudly planted her hands on her hips. "Of course! I'm the guardian deity of Many Countries. Isn't it only natural that everyone likes me?"

"By the way, Vegapunk, do you want me to show you around Many Countries?" Milim asked.

Vegapunk smiled. "That would be wonderful."

"Alright!" Milim shouted energetically to El behind her, "El, take Bald Giant Uncle to rest first. I really don't know why he suddenly started feeling unwell these past few days."

El nodded. "Leave it to me, Lord Milim."

Then Milim pointed in a direction and declared spiritedly, "Our first stop is, of course, Many Countries' Food Street!"

The scene shifted, and Milim and Vegapunk arrived at an exceptionally lively Food Street.

There were all kinds of grilled foods, hot pot, spicy hot pot, and even drinks and ice cream. Many of these things were things Vegapunk had never even heard of before.

Under Milim's lead, the food in Vegapunk's hands steadily piled up. The various grilled foods and drinks gradually made his belly swell.

In the end, Vegapunk stopped at a set of steps and sat down.

He waved a hand and let out a burp. "I really can't eat anymore. There's no room left at all."

Milim came over and sat down beside him as well, still gnawing on a huge chicken leg. With a grin, she asked, "So, what do you think of this place?"

"It's... it's like a dream. This place is too wonderful." Vegapunk could easily feel the warmth of everyday life in the air. The heartfelt happiness of the people here could not be hidden.

Milim looked immensely proud. "Of course! This is the country I'm proud of!"

"Looking at you, you probably can't walk another step. We should wait until the food settles before going somewhere else." Milim looked at Vegapunk's enormous belly, then at her own flat stomach, which showed no change at all despite her having eaten more than ten times as much as he had.

She nodded in satisfaction.

Vegapunk looked at the countless lights of the homes around them and shook his head. "No need. Let's go see King Linlin in a moment."

"So suddenly?"

Vegapunk chuckled. "The moment I saw the sights here, I knew there would no longer be any confusion in my heart."

"I can now shine without holding anything back on the path I love."

"I understand." Milim nodded in strong agreement. "Just like me—once you know what you are fighting for, there will no longer be any hesitation in your heart."

"That's exactly it!"

Linlin had long known that the Demon King was about to arrive, but she chose not to disturb them. Milim had already told her that Vegapunk was a scientist who loved peace.

Since he loved peace, then let Vegapunk see for himself the lights of the countless homes that belonged to Many Countries! The peace that belonged to Many Countries.

That was far more persuasive than any promise or guarantee!

Before long, El settled Bald Giant Uncle into the dormitory that had long been prepared for the giants, then came to report everything that had happened along the way to Linlin.

After hearing El's account, Linlin nodded and gently stroked the rabbit sleeping lazily on her lap before slowly speaking. "I understand everything. In the next few days, all the giants from Giant Village will be coming over as well."

"I've already marked out a large stretch of land on the other side of the island. It will be just right for the giants to live there."

"Since King Linlin already understands everything, I'll go take care of my work first." El nodded, then turned and left.

Linlin stroked the rabbit and could not help sighing. "You just got back, and instead of resting, you're already going straight to work. El is the real workaholic here."

Having said that, Linlin—the workaholic—continued processing the various documents on her desk.

Not long after.

Bang!

The door to Linlin's office was kicked open, and Milim's familiar figure came into view. Behind her stood a man whose head looked exceptionally large.

Linlin immediately left her desk, walked over to Vegapunk, and held out her hand. Vegapunk extended his hand as well, and the two shook hands.

Linlin spoke first. "You must be Mr. Vegapunk! I've long admired your reputation."

"Not at all. King Linlin's name is the one that has truly spread across the entire sea." After exchanging a few modest words, the two began discussing the matters ahead.

Seeing that the two had already slipped into work mode, Milim felt she was somewhat unnecessary there and turned to leave the office.

On her way out, she also took the rabbit that had been sleeping on the desk.

Feeling itself being moved, the rabbit opened its crimson eyes and spotted a figure it had not seen in a long time standing before it.

Its eyes instantly filled with terror, and its rabbit legs began struggling desperately.