Gilgamesh shook his head.
"...That's truly a shame. If you're going to be this stubborn, then my Mesopotamian God-Slaying Set will have nowhere to shine."
Chen Li sighed, turned around, and started to leave.
"Hey, wait..." Gilgamesh hurriedly called after Chen Li.
A God-Slaying Set... I can't just pretend I didn't hear something like that!
"What is it?"
Chen Li stopped.
"The Mesopotamian God-Slaying Set you mentioned is..." Gilgamesh rubbed his hands together.
He looked somewhat embarrassed, yet deeply yearned for what Chen Li had described.
"Here!"
Chen Li took out three items.
A glove, a barrel of indescribable purple stew, and a chainsaw.
"[Slap Gloves] and [God Must Die]? What's that thing in the middle? It smells so good."
Gilgamesh recognized the first and third items, then cast a strange look at the one in the middle.
"Judgment of the Hour... I made it myself."
Chen Li said.
"Hiss..." Gilgamesh sucked in a sharp breath.
Gilgamesh had heard of Judgment of the Hour while chatting in the group.
It tasted awful, unbelievably awful—the kind of awful that could kill someone!
Yet upon smelling that fragrance, Gilgamesh unconsciously swallowed.
He couldn't help it... It really smelled too good.
Crack!
Chen Li extended Judgment of All Things and snipped at Gilgamesh, temporarily severing his connection to the divinity within him.
That way, Gilgamesh would no longer be tempted by the food Chen Li made.
"Urgh..."
Crack!
Of course, Tiamat couldn't be forgotten either.
To prevent any further chain reactions, Chen Li directly found a transparent cover and placed it over the vat of food.
"These three items: the Slap Gloves can help you find Mesopotamia's gods. The Judgment of the Hour I made can poison gods to death, while [God Must Die] can be used to finish them off once you