The Silver Dragon King Scrubs Backs, the God of Emotions Cooks-This Academy Has Gone Completely Off the Rails!

This... was Shrek from ten thousand years ago?

Huo Yuhao gripped the Golden Dragon Spear tightly, his entire body on high alert.

Just moments ago, he had been handling official affairs at the God Realm Committee. Then, in the blink of an eye, heaven and earth shattered, and an irresistible force dragged him into this stretch of spacetime.

Kamizuki Yu stepped over the wreckage of a battleship and stopped before Huo Yuhao.

It was Shrek, all right. But I run it now.

Kamizuki Yu sized up the young man with the Eye of Life on his forehead.

Huo Yuhao's brow furrowed deeply. He could sense not the slightest fluctuation of soul power from the youth before him, yet the surrounding space trembled faintly around him.

Who are you? Did you bring down those battleships?

Huo Yuhao pointed at the Sun Moon Empire soul-guided battleships still smoking behind him.

That was cutting-edge technology from his era, yet it had been dismantled into scrap in an instant.

Kamizuki Yu pulled out a flyer and slapped it against Huo Yuhao's chest.

I'm the principal here, Kamizuki Yu.

Since you're here, don't just stand around.

You look soft and delicate. You should know a thing or two about cooking, right?

Huo Yuhao froze, lowering his head to look at the scrap of paper that read, "Shrek Logistics Department Recruitment Notice."

I'm the God of Emotions, not a cook.

He tried to release his spiritual detection, hoping to figure out what this place really was.

His immense divine consciousness burst outward at once, covering a hundred-mile radius.

He saw Tang San hauling manure, and he saw the God of Destruction carrying a shoulder pole.

Father-in-law?

Huo Yuhao cried out despite himself, as if struck by lightning.

The Sea God Tang San, who had been incomparably