Shrek Debunks the Rumors: "Years Projection Was Fabricated by the Holy Spirit Cult! Lord Sea God Is Pure and Untainted!"

Back home, Lin Yan plugged his communicator into the bedside charger.

The indicator light came on.

He took the items out of the plastic bag one by one and arranged them neatly on the stove.

There was no refrigerator at home, but that was not a problem.

He opened the entrance to the Small World and tossed the chicken legs inside, leaving them directly on the Far North Icefield.

Ice and snow—natural freezing. It worked better than any refrigerator.

The water in the pot came to a boil, bubbling furiously.

Lin Yan tossed in the noodles, cracked in two eggs, and finally sprinkled in a handful of greens.

It was a plain, watery broth without even a few drops of oil floating on top.

Gu Yuena lay beside the stove, looking at the pot of clear noodle soup, then at the few greens and half an egg in Lin Yan's bowl. Her tail slowly drooped.

She suddenly felt that this Creator God was far too pitiful.

She lowered her head to look at the pile of chicken legs before her, then looked at Lin Yan's bowl of noodles.

Then she suddenly clamped the biggest chicken leg in her mouth and scampered to the pot. Her front paws gripped the rim, and she lifted her head—about to drop it in.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Yan reacted swiftly, grabbing the back of her neck and yanking back the head that had already reached the mouth of the pot.

Gu Yuena still had the chicken leg in her mouth and let out a muffled "Nngh." Her tail swished behind her as her purple dragon eyes looked at him pleadingly.

Lin Yan placed her back on the stove and said expressionlessly, "Science has proven that humans only need one egg to make up for an entire day's protein requirements."

Gu Yuena tilted her head, her dragon face plainly saying, Yeah, right.

One egg could cover an entire day?

You illiterate animal, and you wanted to talk science with me?

But before she could finish grumbling inwardly, Lin Yan's gaze swept over the chicken leg in her paw, and an extremely subtle trace of disgust flashed through his eyes.

This silver oversized rat crawled all over the ground with her bare paws every day. She had never washed her paws or brushed her teeth.

Just thinking about the hygiene of something she had held in her mouth made his scalp tingle.

Who knew whether there were viruses on it?

Gu Yuena did not understand that look in his eyes.

If she had, she would probably have exploded on the spot.

She merely put the chicken leg back in front of herself, feeling wronged. This animal really doesn't know what's good for him. This dragon kindly wanted to give you an extra meal, and you still looked down on it.

Lin Yan grabbed another handful of mushrooms from the Small World and casually tossed them into the pot.

Gu Yuena lay beside him. When he was not paying attention, she lowered her head and stuffed the row of chicken legs in front of her into her mouth one after another.

Her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's. Without even chewing, she swallowed them whole.

By the time Lin Yan turned around, more than half of the four pounds of chicken legs were gone.

He froze for a moment. "...You don't need to cook them?"

Gu Yuena swallowed the last chicken leg and raised her head, ingratiatingly rubbing against Lin Yan's wrist.

"No need... I was just saving you some gas. See? Mom knows how to run a household."

Her words were obedient, but the little calculations in her heart clattered away.

Such large chicken legs would become meat mountains several hundred meters tall once placed in the Small World. They would be enough to feed her Soul Beast cubs for a long time.

The deficit left by drawing on the elements of heaven and earth could not be replenished anytime soon. She could only rely on external means to get through tonight first.

Lin Yan's gaze swept through the Small World just in time to see a mountain of meat fall from the sky and crash into the center of Star Dou Forest.

His face instantly darkened.

But he did not say anything.

He scooped out the cooked noodles, took a few perfunctory bites, then put down his chopsticks and went to shower.

Gu Yuena lay on the stove, glancing at the more than half bowl of noodles left in the pot, then toward the bathroom. An indescribable feeling rose within her.

Though this animal had a poisonous mouth and a black heart, he always left half his food for her.

Her tail swayed gently.

Then her gaze fell on that bowl of brightly colored mushroom soup, and her wagging tail suddenly stiffened.

Something was wrong.

She had been so busy stuffing chicken legs into the Small World that she had forgotten to detoxify them for this animal.

She abruptly stuck her head over the pot, her pupils shrinking into thin vertical slits.

The mushrooms rolled in the soup, their colorful hues looking more and more wrong.

Without elemental purification, all their toxins had been boiled into the soup.

She stiffly turned her head toward the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water continued.

He was not going to croak in the bathroom, was he?

The water stopped.

Lin Yan emerged with one hand clutching his head and the other bracing against the wall, his steps unsteady.

His face was deathly pale, his lips blue, and cold sweat covered his forehead.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils badly unfocused. He could not even walk straight, swaying twice and nearly crashing into the doorframe.

Gu Yuena instantly shrank into the corner of the stove, curling herself into a ball and wrapping her tail tightly around herself, leaving only half an eye exposed to secretly observe him.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

He was poisoned.

He had eaten so many mushrooms, and they were all poisonous.

He was not even clear-headed anymore.

If I go over there, will he mistake me for a midnight snack?

The more she thought about it, the guiltier she felt. She buried her head beneath her paws, pretending she did not exist.

Lin Yan did not look at her at all.

He barely had the strength to walk. How could he spare any attention for a fat dragon playing dead?

Supporting himself against the wall, he shuffled to the bed, picked up the fully charged communicator from the bedside table, collapsed onto the bed, and used the last of his consciousness to open the news.

The screen lit up. The headlines were tonight's Red Island train attack and the news of his awakening his martial soul at Spirit Pagoda that afternoon.

The two pieces of news sat side by side at first and second place on the trending list, both followed by a glaring red "Explosive."

Lin Yan tapped into the livestream for the Soul Guidance Train attack.

On the screen, a young female reporter stood before the wreckage of the attacked train. Behind her were smoking ruins and medical personnel rushing about with rescue efforts.

Facing the camera, her voice was impassioned and filled with righteous indignation.

"These terrorists are simply too rampant! What True Creator? It's all absurd!"

"Shrek and the Federation have already confirmed it. There is no such history, and no so-called True Creator!"

She paused, took a breath, and continued, "That so-called Years Projection at Spirit Pagoda this afternoon was entirely fabricated by the Holy Spirit Cult—baseless history intended to deceive and mislead the public! Please, everyone, do not be fooled!"

"Lord Sea God is glorious, great, pure, and untarnished!"

"You do not believe Shrek? You do not believe the Federation? Do you not believe in Lord Sea God, who defeated Spirit Hall, destroyed Slaughter City, and saved the entire world?"

The comments exploded.

"Saved the world, my ass! Isn't this world miserable enough already? Awakening a martial soul costs one hundred thousand Federation coins, a white soul spirit costs seventy thousand, and a yellow soul spirit costs a million! To hell with this rotten world!"

"I heard that in ancient times, Spirit Hall helped people awaken their martial souls for free, and they could even receive Gold Soul Coin subsidies every month. There was no shortage of soul rings either—any student could obtain a hundred-year soul ring. Is this the world the Sea God created? Down with evil Shrek! Welcome the True Creator!"

"Tang San ate all the meat himself, did not even leave any soup behind, and even kicked over the pot. Everyone is suffering so much in this era—who do you think is responsible?"