Chairwoman Qing sat in her chair, her head lightly resting against the sofa. Her expression was unusually calm, but her heart had already sunk into despair.
She had never claimed to be a clever person, or a clever Star Lord incarnation.
When people were hungry, all they wanted was food. When they were full, all they wanted was sleep. There was no trace of Wisdom in either desire.
Only in ancient times, when people had to rack their brains to pursue food, squeezing out their own Wisdom, had she been somewhat clever.
The Dietary Star Lord, born from appetite, began guiding humanity. Under His leadership, people made sharper stone spears to hunt for food and traps to catch wild beasts. To grow crops, they studied calendars, weather, soil, and the traits of plants.
Being full was the simplest of needs. Eating was the happiest thing.
In that era, the fragrance of rice filled the fields, farmers sang in the wilderness, and the Dietary Star Lord's incarnation, dressed in ordinary clothes, played amid the crops. Villagers who saw Him would gain exquisite rice-planting skills and become renowned handsome young men or pretty girls throughout the neighboring villages.
But then the times changed. Cultivators began to appear, Wisdom began to shift, and large numbers of natural Star Lords were born from His body, each taking charge of a different domain.
With every division, His authority grew smaller, like the Clear Spring of old, declining after being broken apart again and again.
Still, He did not hate this change.
As long as everyone could eat their fill.
As long as you could eat your fill.
Until a year ago, Chairwoman Qing was awakened by the Dietary Star Lord. His once-enormous true body had become an Evil God reeking of pus, blood, and decay,