Even Ke Meng found this indescribable food disgusting, let alone a sentient tape recorder.
The tape recorder stayed in the pot for nearly half an hour, left to stew for a good long while so it could reflect on what it meant to respect the person who fed and clothed it.
During that half hour, the black lid was set aside to prevent the black pot from identifying the greedy tape recorder as an ingredient and processing it again.
Half an hour later, Ke Meng came back to check on it. The tape recorder loudly begged for mercy the moment it saw him. Judging by its groveling, it clearly had not withstood the torment of that nauseating power.
Clearly, its inner greed and gluttony were no match for the disgust induced by the Dark Cuisine Pot.
Ke Meng put on gloves and took the tape recorder out, then covered the Dark Cuisine Pot and put it into his Storage Scarf.
When he got home and had some free time, he would feed its contents to Big-Faced Cat.
Big-Faced Cat would not turn its nose up at the food. Ke Meng believed it had completely stopped thinking, and no amount of disgust could make it start again.
If Big-Faced Cat could regain the ability to think... that felt like it would be quite an astonishing event.
Vast amounts of knowledge might bring vast amounts of power.
Even without any increase in power, that much knowledge could hardly be useless.
When Ke Meng became Cthulhu in his dreams, he could feel the boundless knowledge contained within himself.
Yet after he woke, all that knowledge imbued with supernatural power became extremely hazy. Only the techniques for Synesthesia remained.
"No more meat?"
Ke Meng looked at the old-fashioned tape recorder. Its entire body gave