Chapter 108: Twisted Chef vs. Fundamentalist Chef (Partial Forum Content)

Chapter 108: Twisted Foodies vs. Purist Foodies (Partial Forum Thread)

After seeing Lena off, Yi Fengchu thought the "I am my father" situation was over.

However, the next day, he once again received Lena’s devout prayer.

After the usual praises of the Lord’s radiance, Lena bit her lip hesitantly before mustering the courage to suggest:

"Merciful Lord, forgive my audacity. I had the honor of meeting the Divine Son, who undoubtedly holds You in the highest reverence and admiration. Yet, I sensed a hint of unspoken resistance beneath it."

"Of course, young divine beings' emotions are as unpredictable as the weather. They are often torn between admiration for their parent and the longing for independence beyond Your protection. This is a common sentiment, one that even human parents often struggle with..."

"As God, Your supremacy is beyond question. But as a loving father, when faced with a young, emotionally sensitive only child, even You might have felt a fleeting moment of uncertainty."

"These are but the humble thoughts of Your devoted follower. If You find them useless and presumptuous, I am willing to bear any punishment."

"If You deem them of some use, perhaps You could consider having a heartfelt conversation with the Divine Son. We all know that no being is closer to You than Him, nestled beneath Your Divine Throne, forever bathed in Your radiance..."

Yi Fengchu’s expression went blank for a moment. Soon after, a hand-thick book was delivered to him through a ritual.

The ritual snake circled the book, hissing as if marveling at something, then laboriously lifted it with its flat head and placed it beside its master.

Taking a slow, deep breath, Yi Fengchu glanced at the title—*How to Raise a Divine Being: Effective Communication Edition*.

"..."

After a long silence at the desk, just as the phone began to suspect he had turned to stone, Yi Fengchu suddenly chuckled lightly, his mood adjusted.

The phone was surprised. "Recovered that fast? I thought you’d be embarrassed a while longer."

"Why should I be embarrassed?"

Yi Fengchu regained his composure. "This was addressed to my father... Now I’m my son. I didn’t hear it."

The phone had nothing to say. It couldn’t help but feel this snake had awakened some strange new mindset.

Soon, its suspicions were confirmed.

Another day later.

The Anomalous Affairs Bureau sent specialists to investigate the abnormal incident at Dragon Snow Ridge, hoping to extract information from Yi Fengchu—such as the origins of that side peak or why the "Narrator" had placed it in their world...

Faced with these questions, Yi Fengchu once again wore that detached, calm smile. "I didn’t create this. How would I know?"

"Why don’t you pray to the gods and ask the old man Himself? Or I could call forth a Fate Apostle for you..."

At Yi Fengchu’s enthusiastic suggestion, the Anomalous Affairs Bureau members began sweating, hastily declining his offer before leaving his apartment.

The phone: "。"

What a flexible father-son dynamic.

...

*Breaking! "White Tornado" Phenomenon Spotted in Northern Dragon Snow Ridge—Multiple Clear Footages Captured, Experts Provide Scientific Analysis...* [HOT]

*Extra Peak Drawn on Signposts? Local Tourism Bureau Issues Correction and Apology*

*Divine Presence at Dragon Snow Ridge? Locals Solemnly Stress: Faith Brings Miracles* [HOT]

...

"Sigh."

After browsing the heated online discussions and news reports, Eurus turned off her phone, her weary reflection staring back from the black screen.

To complete the hidden quest, she had to extend her stay in this world. During that time, she sent her employer Zhang Ming to the hospital, prepared Zhang’s father’s corpse, wandered around a bit, then made it look like an accident.

The insurance company, of course, refused to pay.

After over a decade, who’d have thought a long-dead Zhang Sr. would pop up, only to drop dead again days later? Talk about timing, huh?

Thus began a lengthy dispute. Eurus even took on the role of a lawyer, going without eating or sleeping for two days straight to study the country’s legal codes and precedents...

Stepping out of the courthouse, Eurus nearly cried under the warm sunlight.

"Savior! You’re an angel!" Zhang Ming was equally moved, his eyes nearly glazing over as he counted the long string of zeros on the settlement check. "If you ever need anything, just ask! Oh, and I heard online that people like giving those commemorative plaques nowadays..."

Eurus declined. "No need."

Once her mission was complete, she’d leave this world. Under the System’s influence, Zhang Ming might not even remember her. And she had no interest in titles like "Outstanding Young Lawyer."

Right now, she just wanted to purge all legal jargon from her mind and return to her peaceful life of... her usual shady business!

Before leaving, Eurus suddenly remembered something and casually advised, "Gambling is a rigged game. If you don’t quit, no amount of money will be enough. Sooner or later, you’ll lose it all and be back to lying awake worrying about debts."

"So... you’re not going to gamble again, right?"

The man’s face stiffened briefly before he laughed. "No more, no more! This time, I’m going abroad to start a business."

Eurus looked him in the eye and immediately detected the "lie."

Of course. A gambler never quits easily. They lose themselves in desire, squandering their lives as chips until there’s nowhere left to run...

Noticing Eurus’s amused smirk, Zhang Ming averted his gaze guiltily, about to explain—only for her to chuckle. "No need to justify yourself to me. As long as you can live with it."

"Finally, I’m leaving. See you never!"

By the time Zhang Ming came to his senses, he found himself standing alone, clutching an unfamiliar phone—brand-new, with barely any apps installed, not even a logged-in social account.

"Huh? ...Why am I standing here? Feels like I was just talking to someone..."

Puzzled, Zhang Ming scratched his head, inspecting the phone. "Whose phone is this anyway?"

...

Having fully completed her mission and earned a substantial points reward, Eurus returned to her native world in good spirits.

She opened the System Panel. Due to her Ability "Fabrication Becoming Reality," her name in the system still appeared as "Eurus (?)".

As an Ability User of the Liar Domain, she was long accustomed to switching identities. Her original name had been forgotten even by herself, lost to time.

Humming an off-key tune, Eurus strolled down the street, pondering her next alias.

Once decided, she walked into a nearby cake shop and smiled. "Do you take reservations here?"

"Of course, miss," the clerk behind the counter nodded eagerly, handing her a reservation form. "Please fill in your name, contact details, address, preferred delivery time, cake design, and size. We deliver on time!"

Eurus filled out the form while casually chatting with the clerk, the atmosphere pleasant.

After filling out the form, she handed back the reservation slip and casually introduced herself with a smile, "By the way, I’ve actually ordered cakes from your shop online before—they were truly unforgettable. My name is Lena, remember?"

Her tone was so natural and confident that the server didn't question her at all, though they racked their brain. "Uh… sorry, maybe it wasn’t me who handled your order. I don’t really remember."

"Still, we appreciate your support and encouragement, Miss Lena…"

As the server checked the information, they suddenly frowned. "Wait, did you mean to write a different name here?"

"Huh?" Eurus froze and leaned in to look.

On the first line of the reservation slip, the neatly written name "Lena" had somehow twisted into that damned name—

"Eurus."

The ink was still fresh, glistening wet under the light, as if mocking her outright.

What the hell?!

Eurus couldn’t believe it. She clearly remembered writing the correct name, yet the handwriting on the paper was undeniably hers…

"My apologies, I must’ve gotten distracted and made a mistake."

She plastered on a smile, asked for a new reservation slip, filled it out again, and handed it over.

The server took one look and their expression gradually turned suspicious. "Miss, are you alright? Is your name 'Lena' or 'Eurus'?"

Eurus glanced down in silence—sure enough, the name she’d written had twisted back into her original alias.

Now it clicked: it wasn’t her memory playing tricks. Some higher power was screwing with her.

And the most terrifying part? She couldn’t sense any anomaly at all. It was as if this power had silently woven itself into the fundamental rules, "correcting" things according to some predetermined logic…

You've got to be kidding me? All that power, used just to stop her from changing aliases?

Why?!

Picking on her, of all people, a harmless Ability user from the Liar Domain?

Not one to back down, Eurus requested and filled out new forms over and over, running through every alias in her arsenal—only to watch each one warp back into "Eurus."

"Miss, please stop harassing our staff!"

The server, now visibly irritated, even eyed Eurus with suspicion. "Are you from that new cake shop across the street, here to cause trouble…?"

In the end, Eurus was unceremoniously shown the door, clutching a stack of wasted paper.

"...This isn’t right." She flopped onto a bench outside, sighing heavily.

Bringing up her System Panel, even the system now acknowledged the name "Eurus," removing the question mark entirely—looked like she was stuck with this "true name" for a long, long time.

For someone from the Liar Domain, this was a career-ending crisis.

Eurus combed through her memories, trying to recall who could’ve locked her name in place—until the face of that enigmatic NPC, Yi Fengchu, surfaced in her mind.

"Don't tell me... it was Him?"

She muttered, "Maybe because a High Being from the Fate Domain personally acknowledged this name, it formed an unusual bond with me—one that stuck like glue."

"That sounds logical… except it’s absolute bullshit! Give me back my aliases!"

Under the bewildered stares of passersby, Eurus clutched her head, fighting back tears.

She’d gained one name—but lost countless vibrant aliases in exchange.

She'd been had!

After wallowing in despair, Eurus opened the system forum, a morbid curiosity took hold about a certain Yi-named culprit.

With her speed-reading skills, she binge-read several legendary threads, immersing herself in the intel.

But the more she read, the tighter her jaw clenched—until she couldn’t hold back and anonymously replied to an old post titled *"Newbie Help: Facing Divine Pollution in the Mountains—How to Survive?"*

#503 (OP):

Some people really need to cut the delusional crap. Since when was the Son of Destiny "reliable," "gentle," or "merciful"? Where’s the luck in meeting Him? You want that "blessing"? Be my guest.

#504 (OP):

And the way y’all describe His dad too—acting like the True God's some doting daddy? What cult nonsense is this? If anyone actually believes this, slide into my DMs so I can scam you.

#505 (OP):

You're all missing the point… no one does!

Those two—father and son—they’re the terrifying, ruthless, lovecraftian nightmare fuel!

Eurus ranted three replies back-to-back, about to close the tab—but to her shock, the thread still had pulse, and clapbacks flooded in.

#506:

? My Lord *is* merciful.

He is the great Lord of Fate, master of time and cycles, the World Serpent that protects all living beings, the Ouroboros—all who keep faith shall enter His realm at the end… [collapsed]

#507:

Deadass, who knew this thread would still spark arguments after all this time hahahahaha

#508:

Shoutout to #506—flexing that liturgical knowledge, feels like they’ve memorized every honorific of the Lord of Fate (salute)

#509 Praise Fate:

…No idea what that triple-poster’s deal is. Some edgy newbie?

#510 Praise Fate:

Facts are facts—has Mr. Narrator not done enough for us? Talk to me when you've bodied more vile divine beings than Him, *then* we’ll discuss His mercy.

#511:

Too bad they’re anonymous—I’m dying to know who’s got that terminally-online vibe.

#512:

+1

#513:

Like an Old Acquaintance Returning

№514:

Not kidding, I really feel like I've argued with this person before based on their tone—

Eurus raised an eyebrow and continued replying—

№515:

509, don’t be absurd. Try removing the religious affiliation from your ID first before making "rational" comments (lol).

№516:

And where exactly was I wrong? They *are* terrifying. In some domains, you can at least see the attack patterns clearly, but the Fate Domain is full of mystics and sleeper agents, acting weak before they wreck you—getting you killed without even knowing why...

№517:

Heh, seeing how some people glorify the so-called "sacred True God and His Divine Son" gives me the creeps... They’re clearly terrifying beings with mind-bending, creepy tricks. Even now, thinking about them feels like staring into an abyss—icy gusts creeping the back of my neck, never knowing when the blade might fall...

№518:

The one above just spammed multiple posts, breaking the rules.

№519:

Huh? I thought I was about to witness a stan vs. anti war. I mean, how ballsy do you have to be to dare trash-talk the gods on the forum...

№520:

Turns out, it’s a fight between the "Fate’s power is unfathomably sinister conspiracy crew" and the "Fate is kind and protects everyone faction."

№521:

Yikes... edgelords vs. purists?

№522:

Villain simps vs. holy knight simps (facts).

№523:

Great, now I look like a clown. Are we just part of your bit too?

Eurus felt insulted and snapped in anger: "You’re all gross! How am I even remotely like their fan?"

"No, scratch that—how am I even remotely like their *closeted* believer?"

"I’ve never met the True God, but I *have* seen that Divine Son. He’s dangerous—*dangerous*, got it? Sneaking into people’s minds, making them roll those cursed dice for his own amusement, where one wrong move means instant death..."

"Doesn’t that terrify you?"

№530:

Ahem, but the way you’re phrasing it low-key sounds like backhanded praise...

№531:

Pretending to criticize, but low-key loving the grandeur of Fate’s power—even comparing it to other domains (smh).

№532:

No, I refuse to acknowledge that this person has any potential to convert to our Lord!

№533 Praise Fate:

Hmm, rereading this person’s comments, I kinda see it now...

First, I’m glad you’re awed by Fate’s might and have your own insights;

Second, your understanding of Fate’s two sides—both merciful and cruel—is still lacking. I recommend seeking out a nearby sect for further study;

Lastly, I look forward to the day you fully embrace us (P.S.: DM me for in-depth deep lore.)

№534:

I’m done. Stop seeing everyone as Fate Believers, okay—I’m *not*!

№535:

LMAO

№536:

This time, they’ve fully cracked (oof).

№537:

Honestly, the doomer (let’s call them that for now) being so worked up makes me really curious about their deal.

№538:

Let’s cut the crap—why don’t you, doomer anon, start a new thread and spill the tea?

№539:

Hell no! If I post, what if someone doxes me?

Eurus shuddered at the memory of Lena’s razor-sharp scissors. That woman was definitely not just Rank 5—she was probably already touching the threshold of Rank 7...

She wasn’t about to die today.

№540:

You all would get your kicks, but who’d come to my rescue if I got tracked down?

№541:

We’d just sit back and enjoy the next drama (no hesitation).

№542:

So no, I won’t let you win. Piss off!