Chapter 398: Combustible Holy Water

"If you open a kitchen in New York, I swear I'll give you a blank check to become my personal chef, no matter what price you name," Su Su Tuoni Stark said with a rapt expression, as if returning from a childhood Christmas.

"Mr. Weigong Shilang, your cooking has shattered my understanding—those Michelin-starred dishes are nothing but beginner-level novices."

"If I could, I'd eat your food for all three meals every single day, every month, every year."

"So, once this piece of meat is done, can I get another?"

"Mr. Stark, I've already explained to you—my current culinary skills cannot produce dishes that allow full absorption of your body's energy without wasting the ingredients' spiritual essence," Wei Gong Shilang said, exasperated, lightly tapping Luffy's rubbery hand as it reached out.

"With your current physique, eating another 157 grams will cause you to explode."

"I suggest you try the more ordinary spiritual dishes over there—gradual progression isn't a bad thing."

Su Su Tuoni Stark: "."

Not some vague "a piece or two"—it was precise down to the gram. Hard to doubt its authenticity.

"Oh God, that's just too cruel," Su Su Tuoni Stark said, completely unaware that Su Lin, nearby tallying today's earnings, had turned and glanced at him.

In the end, he picked up a piece that was equally delicious but offered less intense or less pleasurable bodily evolution.

Suspicion? No need for that.

Since you've chosen to explore these unknown things, you must dare to try and fully enjoy this alternate-universe experience.

Even though all it takes is opening a door to return.

Su Su Tuoni Stark stared at the food on his plate and suddenly remembered something—he reached into his bag, then halted the motion, turning to ask the others:

"Can I take a portion back to study these miraculous ingredients?"

"Sure, but Mr. Stark, I must warn you—based on the typical logic of your Marvel comic universe, this choice might trigger some new hidden storyline," Qing said, flipping through a thickly inked American comic, his tone casual.

"Like, say, the Cultivator Universe descending upon Marvel, and on some date, Stark Industries' secret research is stolen by a mysterious figure."

"Or perhaps some extraterrestrial object has drawn the attention of the Dark Dimension."

"Forgive me—I haven't read foreign comics in ages—but your world's apocalyptic crises don't seem to happen by accident. Want to see the latest issue?"

"I'll read it later," Su Su Tuoni Stark said, momentarily stunned by Qing's words. "Are those comics real?"

"Those comics might be Parallel Worlds," Lu Mingfei said, walking over to Su Su Tuoni Stark's side while controlling a slab of crane-wing meat weighing dozens of jin, speaking softly.

"On the grounds that I've given you a full box-office haul, take my advice."

"Parallel Worlds might be fake, but that evil god's mouth? Definitely real—better be careful."

He spoke and quickened his pace, as if fleeing, moving away from Qing's vicinity.

"Superstition," Qing said, shaking his head and pulling out a cup of sweet iced tea to cut the richness.

Evil god?

Su Su Tuoni Stark didn't know much about this new group of friends—well, he knew a little—but hearing this term made him raise an eyebrow.

Before arriving here, he had searched based on the condition that "these figures' information appears in other universes as stories or works." Due to time constraints, he'd only grasped the general picture.

Some members—Penglai Shan Huiye, Meng Qi D. Luffy, Wei Gong Shilang, Han Li, Ye Fan, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan—had their stories exist in their world, and Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's tale was nearly finished.

But this gentleman named Qing Mo Leidi? Jarvis's database had no record of him. And then there was

This guy beside me, eating heartily, who just claimed to have skipped class—Ge Xiaolun.

"Your physique is stronger than a normal human's?" Su Su Tuoni Stark felt boundless energy coursing through him. "Are you also a cultivator, like them?"

Ge Xiaolun swallowed his food and said, "Me? I wasn't one before. I've got superpowers. The saying 'the rich rely on tech, the poor on mutations'? That's us."

Su Su Tuoni Stark didn't understand.

"What does that mean?"

"Look at these divine masters—this is the legendary opportunity!"

This was the difference between Eastern and Western thinking.

Su Su Tuoni Stark shrugged and walked a few steps in the direction Ge Xiaolun's adolescent gaze had drifted.

"I'm truly sorry—I've never seen such dazzling gems before, and all three at once."

"Good afternoon, three beautiful ladies."

"For the first time, I sincerely thank God for granting me this one-in-the-universe opportunity."

Was Su Su Tuoni Stark's playboy nature flaring up? No—he merely wanted to strike up a connection, to learn information from these three stunning women through normal social interaction, and perhaps chat a little.

Well, chatting was secondary—but it'd be a shame not to.

Su Lin appeared beside Su Su Tuoni Stark and smiled. "Su Su Tuoni, may I make a suggestion?"

"Of course, Mr. Su. Is one of them your girlfriend?" Su Su Tuoni Stark was startled, then joked, "Don't worry—I swear to God I'm just admiring, nothing else."

"What kind of hellish joke is that?" Su Lin pointed to his ear.

"At least here, don't use 'God' as an interjection, oath, or adjective, okay? My head's echoing with it now."

"I'm not used to dual-track voices, and I don't want to watch those guys stifling their laughter. I used to have vanity in my youth—but now I'm working overtime at the source while splitting my form here to enjoy my lunch."

"Just want to be quiet."

After all, prayers directed toward him from every corner of this universe—including the past and future of Parallel Worlds—are all received.

"Fine," Su Su Tuoni Stark said, though puzzled—he wasn't devout, just accustomed to it.

But he quietly noted Su Lin's attitude toward "God." Was there some religious taboo?

"Zhang Sect Master!"

Meng Qi had been smiling at the scene, but at this sudden voice, his expression darkened instantly.

"Tai Gongwang," Meng Qi chuckled awkwardly. "You've come just in time—want some?"

"How could you leave the Immortal Realm at a time like this?!" Tai Gongwang frowned, grabbing Meng Qi's arm. "We haven't finished discussing the matters left behind by the Three Great Tianzun! The Jie Sect's senior brothers have been waiting in Heaven for ages!"

Of course—how could there be only enjoyment without obligation? This isn't some urban legend of a demonic cultivator.

Of course, how could there be only enjoyment without obligation, as if one were a legendary Asura descendant living in the city.

Before this, the immortals of the Immortal Realm used certain methods to rewind time and return to the past, and upon returning, they confirmed that Meng Qi's current identity was entirely legitimate—it seemed the Three Great Tianzuns had left preparations behind before departing, and specifically instructed Tai Gongwang and others to assist Meng Qi in maintaining proper order.

"I understand." Meng Qi looked up at the sky, then sliced off an entire crane leg, packed it up, and took it to bring back as a gift for the other disciples—this at least gave him a legitimate reason to leave.

As he passed by Su Lin and the others, his gaze met Su Lin's, and a resonance rippled between their eyes—"So it's you too."

When Meng Qi departed with Tai Gongwang.

"Being one of the Three Pure Ones isn't easy either," Kleine nodded in deep agreement: "Work never ends—that's the tragedy of any office worker."

Su Lin glanced at the other with disdain.

"You, a slacking evil god from other worlds, keep spouting nonsense I can't understand. If your performance weren't decent, I'd have exiled you to Siberia to create miracles."

"Heavenly Court? Tai Gong? The Three Pure Ones?" Ge Xiaolun hurried over, urgently asking: "Does this world have a Heavenly Court too?! The one from my homeland's myths and legends!"

"Many worlds have a Heavenly Court. The reasons are complicated, but you can treat it as the one from the myths." Su Lin explained.

Ge Xiaolun widened his eyes, his face flushed with excitement, then asked with confusion: "But isn't that guy a Monk from the Buddhist sect? Why would he go to the Heavenly Court instead of returning to Mount Sumeru?"

"Because he is the Three Pure Ones—Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun, and Dao De Tianzun—all of them are him." Su Lin observed Ge Xiaolun's expression and found the man simply gaping, his pupils dilated and unfocused.

His mind was blank—likely overloaded.

"I have a compressed file containing everyone's information in our group," Kleine tapped Ge Xiaolun's head, then turned to Su Su Tuoni Stark and said:

"Want a copy? No need to read—it'll instantly grant you the relevant information. Twenty thousand U. S. dollars' worth of gold."

Su Su Tuoni Stark: "Deal."

Problems solvable by money aren't problems.

"Alright, I need to take a breather."

After Su Su Tuoni Stark received everyone's information, he clutched his head and rested for a moment.

"Want a drink? Sugar helps replenish mental energy." Kleine handed him a sweet iced tea.

Su Su Tuoni Stark accepted the drink and politely said: "Thank you, Mr. Fool. Your story was fascinating—I admire it."

This direct transfer of information saved him considerable reading time.

"If you truly wish to thank me, don't develop an Anti-Fool armor," Kleine said, gripping his cane.

"Alright, now we all know each other's secrets," Su Su Tuoni Stark chuckled helplessly, yet his gaze turned oddly toward Su Lin:

"The Apocalypse's Light Summoner… damn, that's messy—sorry, that's not what I meant. Our country respects personal freedom, and I respect personal freedom."

"I swear to God."

"Why did you say it out loud?" Kleine felt the space around him completely sealed, a flicker of numbness and resignation in his eyes: "It was just a joke."

The search engine's big data recommendations for the Light God had surfaced this thing—Kleine swore he hadn't clicked on it intentionally.

He preemptively revoked the authority he'd preset to expire in ten minutes, and simultaneously, the information Su Su Tuoni Stark had just received transformed into the conditions of Su Lin's world and Su Lin's current identity.

"Mm, I'm listening."

Su Lin temporarily abandoned the idea of a true-man 1v1 battle of God versus Tianzun with Kleine—now wasn't the time.

"Mm, stop reciting. Your signal here is excellent."

Su Su Tuoni Stark shot up instantly, slammed his hands down from his head, then spread his arms, his expression electrified.

"Mm."

Su Lin handed Su Su Tuoni Stark a glass cup filled with a transparent liquid nearly overflowing—the surface tension of the water had reached its limit.

"Drink this holy water—it'll calm you down."

Su Su Tuoni Stark stared blankly as he took the cup of 'water,' with no reason to refuse—he downed it in one gulp. The moment the liquid touched his taste buds, a unique aroma exploded in his mouth; Su Su Tuoni Stark felt every one of his cells cheering!

Plop!

Su Su Tuoni Stark collapsed onto the lush green grass, kissing the soil.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan picked up the unremarkable glass cup, and a flame flickered at his fingertip.

The liquid inside the cup instantly vaporized, releasing a misty aura of immortal energy.

"Holy water?"

"Mm."

"Whose holy water can be lit on fire?"

"Mine. Original batch of Zui Xian Niang, 150ml."

Indeed, Su Su Tuoni Stark was now completely sober.

Everyone turned their gaze to the golden crane, now reduced to bones, then to the jars of wine.

"This time, nothing should go wrong," Su Lin smiled at them: "Even if you drink until the heavens collapse, as long as you stay within this universe, you'll face no problems."

"Why so cautious about drinking wine?" Shi Hao asked, puzzled.

Su Lin said seriously: "You don't understand—it's a lesson written in blood and tears."

Zhong Li nodded in deep agreement and asked Su Lin: "In this world, you shouldn't get drunk now, right?"

Otherwise, a drunken Creator might cause even greater damage.

"I'll get drunk—I plan to manifest my true form and drink a while, otherwise it'd be a waste," Su Lin said:

"But don't worry—I've set up safeguards. This planet is fully sealed."

"I can't leave unless I return to the Source, and when I return to the Source, I sober up—no problem at all."

"What about other worlds?" Kleine asked: "What if you end up in another world? Like, drunk and using Cross-World Talismans to swarm New York and shoot lasers?"

". Must be prevented."

"Then confiscate the Cross-World Talismans now. After drinking, collect them from the Source," Su Lin said.

Under this arrangement, many layers of barriers were set up. Shi Hao watched as this group went through endless preparations for a simple drink—deploying measures so extreme that even a Supreme would perish instantly.

Like fully automatic self-destruct devices, dimensional labyrinth traps, rule-setting, and the Five Elements Supreme Immortal-Sealing Array.

"Bored."

After everything was ready, everyone raised their bottles and shouted:

"Cheers!!!"

Welcome to the Abyss Game Party!

Special invitation code used successfully! Special invitation permission authenticated.

You have gained the privilege of true name concealment; you may use a second pseudonym as your ID in the game. Now, register your names.

Shi Hao, Gu Yue Fang Yuan, Hong Zhong, Li Feiyu have joined the game.

Reincarnation Space / Hell Survival / End-of-the-World Carnival / Demon Livestream

Zone randomization complete. Your beginner quest has been assigned to Demon Live Stream.

Cold, trembling.

He suddenly opened his eyes, Su Lin sat up and looked around, finding himself in a damp dormitory.

Main quest: Midnight is approaching. Survive.

"." Su Lin sat on the rusty wooden bunk bed, lost in doubt about his life.

(End of Chapter)