[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-global-gods-skill-resonance-awakened":3,"chapter-global-gods-skill-resonance-awakened-global-gods-skill-resonance-awakened-chapter-77":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1201077,1549,"Chapter 77: Ch 77 : Greed","global-gods-skill-resonance-awakened-chapter-77",77,"\u003Cp>The demonic capital wasn’t a city built; it was a scar on the very face of existence, a place where reality itself had curdled and turned malevolent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was a suffocating, hot blanket, thick with the scent of burnt flesh and the cloying sweetness of rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Structures, impossibly tall and jagged, clawed at a sky the color of a deep red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not made of stone but of solidified malice, their surfaces slick with a sheen of oily black and their edges sharp enough to tear a soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every street hummed with the collective, crushing weight of a million powerful auras,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a city of predators, where every corner held a silent promise of violence and the only currency was power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, amidst this landscape of pure terror, a single shop stood as a grotesque monument to a different kind of horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the \"Fresh Meat Corner,\" a shop that catered to the specific appetites of the demigod demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, one could find the meat of any race imaginable: elves, humans, titans, giants, and every other life form the multiverse had to offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a race whose tastes were as diverse as they were depraved, a source of fresh meat that was never empty was nothing short of a wish come true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a place where a demigod could satisfy a craving for a specific species, a place that felt tailor-made for their every need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, silver bell above the shop’s entrance chimed, a shockingly clear and melodious sound that felt completely out of place in this cacophonous city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper, a small lizard-faced demon with a perpetual nervous twitch, looked up from wiping down his counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hulking shadow filled the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome, Mr. Geryon,\" the shopkeeper said, a polite and warm tone carefully masking a deep, bone-weary exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Geryon was a demon from the bull race, a brute with skin the color of scorched earth and a thick, silver ring piercing his broad nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were like twin coals, and a contemptuous sneer was a permanent fixture on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quit with the yapping,\" he grunted, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring some of your best wine and dragon meat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Mr. Geryon,\" the shopkeeper said with a long, drawn-out sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He disappeared into the back of the shop, which was more of a cavernous butchery filled with strange hooks, bubbling vats, and the lingering scent of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, a stack of plates and a few bottles of wine floated out of the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper, using his immense mental force, gently guided them to Geryon’s table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each dish settled with a soft clatter, a testament to the proprietor’s careful control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Geryon wasted no time. He tore into the food with a ferocity that was almost a blur, a chaotic symphony of chewing and gulping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He devoured different cuts of dragon meat and chugged bottles of wine as if they were water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper watched, a silent, unblinking observer to this grotesque feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the last plate was scraped clean and the last drop of wine was consumed, Geryon wiped his mouth with the back of a calloused hand and looked up, his coal-like eyes settling on the shopkeeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Write it on my tab,\" he demanded, his voice a gravelly command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, Mr. Geryon,\" the shopkeeper said, a forced smile plastered on his face as he saw the customer off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited until the massive form of the bull-demon was gone, then let out a deep sigh of frustration that he hadn’t allowed to escape before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What tab?\" he muttered under his breath, his small, beady eyes narrowing. \"You haven’t paid me in six months.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began the tedious work of cleaning the dishes, a quiet, repetitive task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was lost in his own thoughts, a whirlwind of calculations and quiet satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is this old demon not looking elsewhere\" Mammon thought, but his body showed no such signs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the last half an hour, he has been feeling a gaze of some powerful demon demigod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the gaze of the demon king, a powerful and suffocating aura that had been focused on him for what felt like an eternity. He waited, his muscles tense, until the pressure finally subsided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, he finally left me alone,\" the shopkeeper said, a genuine sense of relief in his voice as he shed the mask of the nervous proprietor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this unassuming lizard-faced demon was none other than Mammon, the sin of Greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been living under different guises for the past 75 years, playing a long, dangerous game of cat and mouse in the heart of the demonic realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first five years were spent in the guise of a prominent demon named Xar’gath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mammon had spread a cunning lie: that he had returned from a plundering mission on a far-off planet, bringing back a horde of priceless artifacts and the fresh meat of exotic lifeforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a simple ruse, but it was enough to make the demigods close to Xar’gath flock to him like vultures to a carcass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave them everything they wanted—the artifacts, the food—without asking for anything in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power was both a blessing and a curse to his victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His unique talent dictated that if someone took something from him without providing something of equal value, then upon their death, Mammon would gain everything from them as compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t just a simple trade. His Slow-Poison talent made them more and more addicted to this unfair trade, a psychological trap that lured them deeper and deeper into his web of deceit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, one by one, the demigods close to Xar’gath began to vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would have caused an immediate uproar, but Mammon was always one step ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as a few of his victims disappeared, he would seamlessly change his form, becoming a new demon with a new identity. The demon king, suspecting nothing, had no reason to question a new face in the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As more and more demigods vanished, the demon king finally took action, by increasing the patrolling in the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this didn’t affect Mammon’s killing spree at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too clever, too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only when the demon king personally began to check all the demigods in the city that Mammon was forced to change his strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a cover, something so audacious and simple that no one would ever suspect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the \"Fresh Meat Corner,\" a shop that sold the meat of every lifeform you could think off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the perfect disguise. Most demons paid their dues in mana stones, which didn’t activate Mammon’s talent, as it requires then to not pay for something they took from Mammon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, a few demons, like Geryon, were so consumed by their own greed and arrogance that they refused to pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the ones who became hopelessly addicted to the unfair trade, their unpaid tabs kept on stacking his slow-poison talent on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should return home after the death of this blockhead,\" Mammon said to himself, a wicked grin forming on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his storage ring and pulled out a single, unadorned wooden plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a simple vessel, but its purpose was anything but simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should gift this to Brother Cerberus,\" he said, his voice filled with a cold, triumphant glee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his own form, pulling a soul from his essence and placing it on the plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A number, glowing with a soft, malevolent light, suddenly floated above the plate in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[299]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That bull head should be the last soul to fulfill this goal of mine,\" Mammon said, his grin widening into a truly terrifying sight on his lizard face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so close to his goal, and the thought of it made his heart thrum with a dark, triumphant joy.\u003C\u002Fp>",1333,"2026-06-03T13:55:08.406Z",1,"novelbin.me","8eea3069a9a7bc421a38ca09bd77172627407e3a6befa4fb8cb92932ee3f24b7","global-gods-skill-resonance-awakened-chapter-245","global-gods-skill-resonance-awakened-chapter-244",393,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fglobal-gods-skill-resonance-awakened-cover.jpg"]