Deep in the universe.
Vast amounts of cosmic radiation shone on Ke Meng, and on the white-furred cat beside him.
A huge pot hummed as its contents stewed. Anyone who did not know better would have thought it was ordinary cooking.
But Ke Meng knew that what simmered inside was an Elder God's lifeline and chunks of flesh.
After the Elder God died, its body had also turned into a statue.
Ke Meng had already processed that statue with the Mystery Cooking Pot, absorbing its substance and converting it into resistance force.
He had stuffed the air stripped out of it into the Dark Cuisine Pot for a second round of processing.
Looking at the Black Pot, Ke Meng pondered how gods turned into statues upon death.
This seemed to be a feature of the Game World: when gods died, they became statues.
Those statues also had a profound connection to faith.
Ke Meng speculated that if believers kept supplying faith, the lifeline would heal itself over countless years until revival became possible.
But that might just have been his imagination. It did not matter; Ke Meng did not place much value on external power anyway.
Faith was too intangible. It was all external power.
The strongest power ought to be something one cultivated oneself.
Becoming a god through the collective faith and worship of others was certainly a valid path to godhood. It simply took an enormous amount of time.
Suddenly, the Dark Cuisine Pot stopped moving. A portion of the Elder God's flesh had finished cooking.
Lifting the lid, he immediately saw a strange substance of the same kind as Cthulhu's, but differently shaped, writhing rapidly.
Ke Meng's expression remained unchanged as he stuffed it into Big-Faced Cat's mouth.
In less than a second, the chunk of flesh