Evil God Gourmet

In the midst of all the chaos, Xiao Yang, who had nearly fallen apart, finally managed to catch his breath.

He turned his gaze toward the enormous corpse beside him, which might have been roasted a little too long.

He no longer felt as resistant to the idea of eating it.

In essence, these evil gods were special beings teeming with concentrated energy. Even when they had flesh and blood, it was completely different from that of ordinary creatures.

The usual way of thinking didn't really apply to them.

Still, perhaps because of his upbringing and life experiences, Xiao Yang couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

"How do I overcome this unease?"

"Cooked food."

Xiao Yang firmly believed that the most important dividing line between barbarism and civilization was cooked food.

That was why he had lit a great fire beneath the enormous corpse.

To some extent, he could be considered a gourmet.

"Evil God Gourmet."

Of course, this title didn't mean he was a gourmet among evil gods. It meant he was a gourmet who ate... them.

In truth, if he wanted to overcome that undying eternity, even the Silver Tree might not be able to outdo Xiao Yang's devouring if it intervened personally.

Whatever he ate was truly eaten.

It was just that he usually didn't do it in such a savage and over-the-top fashion.

He slung the rusted spear over his back and turned around, facing the empty, deathly silence. He let out a helpless sigh.

Whatever he had to face next—

"First, I'm going to eat."

At that moment, the giant corpse still had its eyes open.

But Xiao Yang paid it no mind.

He simply sat down beside it and grabbed one of its charred arms.

It was hard to describe the scene.

"A little