The Egg-Fried Rice floated in midair, emitting a rich aroma. But to Soul God, it seemed like the damn chef was mocking him.
Looking at the bowl of fried rice, Soul God raised his hand. He would not eat it. He would never eat that stinky chef's food for the life of him!
The power of the Great Sins spread from his palm and struck the dish with a loud rumble. It turned into a shooting star and disappeared into the distant horizon.
Soul God's crimson eyes narrowed. Then, he glanced at the world around him.
The Soul Demon Universe was once bursting with evil energy, but now… Every planet here was planted with flowers and grass and had a bowl of dish placed on it.
Soul God glanced around coldly. Without exception, a dish was placed on every major planet. Even his own lair was the same.
"This chef… deserves to die!"
