Volcanic Storm

Mayeja had never been demanding about food. As long as it provided enough energy to sustain her daily activities, she would have had no problem eating bread every day.

In her eyes, eating was much like charging a formation or plugging in a phone. As long as it kept running, that was enough.

But the instant she ate the first piece of meat, she seemed to see the Death God flying toward her with a scythe in hand, as though she would lose her life the next moment. Yet at the most critical instant, she saw her mother, and it was as if she had become a baby once more, crawling into her mother's embrace.

At that moment, she felt as though she had been reborn.

The true essence of Poison Cuisine was not to let people experience the thrill of being one step from death, but to face death and comprehend the true meaning of survival.

In the past, Mayeja had lived solely for the Slaughter Lord. All her time had been occupied by him. She either handled the various chores of the Void Killers for him or was taken along to carry out all kinds of missions.

She had never questioned whether this way of surviving was right, nor had she ever considered her own feelings.

Without that bite of meat, she would probably have continued like that forever, until the day she died.

But now that she had experienced death, she had gained a new understanding.

"Delicious... It's so delicious."

Her hand remained frozen in the motion of eating, while her tears fell patter-patter like a pearl necklace.

The Slaughter Lord, who had originally stood silently some distance away with a gloomy expression, suddenly widened his eyes.

He stared at Mayeja in shock, his mouth slightly agape.