This Routine Never Gets Old

"This is bad, then!"

Baccarat picked up a cake and tossed it into her mouth.

Mm.

It was alive.

All these cakes had souls.

At first, they'd all thought it was cruel and figured the idiotic man had lost his mind.

So what if he liked sweets? But he'd actually infused them all with souls, turning them into Homies.

Even the lowest-level Homies could hop around and shout.

But then they learned that eating these dessert Homies slowly strengthened the soul.

That was right.

These dessert Homies infused with souls were practically tonics, and they nourished the soul.

There was no need to go over what the soul was connected to.

Even just talent, willpower, and spirit were incredibly difficult to improve.

As a Soul-Soul Fruit user, Chaos didn't need to do this, because he could absorb souls directly to temper his own. The Homies he created could also devour one another to grow stronger.

But Baccarat and the others couldn't absorb souls directly. After Chaos's research and development—which, to put it bluntly, meant copying some of Big Mom's habits or techniques—he discovered that if other people ate these dessert Homies infused with a small amount of soul, they could temper their souls too.

The effects were negligible, and there wouldn't be much noticeable change in a short time, but little by little, it added up!

And it wasn't just desserts. Chaos could turn anything edible into a Homie.

Most importantly, these foods infused with souls became exceptionally delicious.

They had a transcendent, ethereal quality that made you feel like you were floating.

Delicious and nourishing—who could say no?

"What's bad about it?"

Chaos lit a cigarette, leaned back against the sofa, and gave her a dismissive look.

"I've already figured out how the next act will play out."

"That