Deities Are All Just My Food -
Chapter 280 - 140: Historical Ranking, Third on the List, Excellent! [Vote for Monthly Ticket!]_1
Chapter 280: Chapter 140: Historical Ranking, Third on the List, Excellent! [Vote for Monthly Ticket!]_1
"Perfect dissection?"
After hearing this review, Lin Baici suddenly realized the value of this mask. By wearing it, he would naturally possess divine knife skills while cooking, effortlessly handling the ingredients.
Whether slicing sashimi or cutting marbled beef, even dealing with poisonous pufferfish, he would grasp the techniques without needing to learn.
Awesome!
It’s just a bit scary, though. The customers probably wouldn’t have much of an appetite if they saw the mask.
"Boss, why did you pick up that mask?"
The dwarf couldn’t understand, believing that the bone-slicing knife, bone-crushing hammer, and the armor from the Pigman King were the valuable, taboo things.
"Is it a taboo thing?"
The woman in leather pants was surprised.
"That’s right!"
Lin Baici didn’t hide it.
As everyone heard this, they immediately looked at the pig head-shaped butcher mask in Lin Baici’s hand.
"Do you know what effect it has? What kind of rule pollution can it cause?"
The old man was curious.
Lin Baici glanced at the old man but said nothing.
"Hehe!"
The old man let out a dry laugh, knowing that his behavior had been too poor and that he had angered Lin Baici.
The woman in leather pants was also very curious. Most taboo objects only attracted the attention of God Hunters once their rule pollution erupted. Before that, when not erupted, they were indistinguishable from ordinary items and hard to identify.
"Lin Baici must possess some kind of Divine Grace or equipment to explore taboo things, right?"
The woman in leather pants speculated.
The bartender, knowing he had no right to share in the spoils, picked up the scattered armor pieces. He figured Lin Baici wouldn’t care for such things.
The dwarf obtained the bone-crushing hammer, and although he wanted it, he still brought it over to Lin Baici.
"Boss, for you."
The dwarf, eyeing the hammer larger than himself, remarked, "This thing’s quite heavy!"
"It’s yours now!"
Lin Baici glanced at it, noticed there had been no review from the Eater God, and also felt no hunger for these two weapons, so they must be ordinary.
However, that dirty apron incited Lin Baici’s ’appetite.’
His Armor Breaking Divine Grace had flung the apron aside when it struck the Pigman King.
The dwarf was stunned, not expecting this turn of luck, and quickly thanked him.
"Thank you, Boss!"
The dwarf stroked the hammer, feeling it could sell for a good sum.
Use it himself?
He was too short and lacked the strength to wield it.
Lin Baici walked over to the apron, picked it up, and noticed the neck tie was broken, unsure if it would affect its powers.
[Gluttonous Apron: Wearing it will increase your appetite, making you strongly desire to eat even foods you dislike.]
[Picky eating? That’s not a thing.]
[Wearing it will cause food eaten to heal you, especially good for physical injuries!]
[For instance, if you break a leg, the conventional wisdom is a hundred days of healing, but with this Gluttonous Apron, five meals a day, and in no more than a week, you’ll be good as new!]
"What a great item!"
Lin Baici was delighted.
A balanced diet is essential, but for some foods, such as onions and bitter melon, Lin Baici truly disliked them.
Now, with this apron, he could eat them.
However, with his own Wine and Meat Forest and the Eater God, it seemed unimportant to avoid being picky, as his eight-pack abs were the best testimony.
The healing effects were also impressive, though the apron was extremely dirty, leaving him wondering if it was washable.
"Is this also a taboo thing?"
The landlady came over to examine the apron.
She noticed the mask, which was extraordinary, but the apron seemed mundane at first glance.
"Hmm!"
Lin Baici nodded and passed the apron to Nangong Shu, "It’s yours!"
During the fight, the landlady had made a great effort. Without her hypnotic abilities to control the field, hitting the Pigman King with his Armor Breaking Divine Grace would not have been easy.
"I don’t want it!"
Nangong Shu didn’t accept, simply smiling, "You keep it!"
After all, I’m not interested in exploring God’s ruins; I just want to be a quiet landlady, drinking tea and practicing yoga every day.
"Okay!"
With others around, Lin Baici found it inconvenient to describe the apron’s properties, so he decided to inform the landlady later. If she wanted it, he would give it to her.
"What a pity, no Divine Grace dropped!"
Xia Hongyao regretted.
"These two taboo objects aren’t for attack either!"
Lin Baici smiled, "But it’s better than nothing!"
He and Xia Hongyao were close; it didn’t matter who held the Pig Head Mask. Furthermore, even if High Ponytail borrowed Lin Baici’s taboo object for a while, he wouldn’t be stingy.
Whether two people are friends is not just a matter of talk, but action.
Xia Hongyao’s show of trust in him during battle pleased Lin Baici greatly.
From now on, he had gained a good comrade.
Xia Hongyao shared the sentiment, considering Lin Baici not only skilled but also trustworthy. Exploring God’s ruins with such a person, High Ponytail felt confident entrusting her life to him.
"Landlady, why don’t you wear black stockings? Don’t you know it’s a waste of your beauty? And about the high heels, could you change the color? I don’t like red!"
"What?"
Nangong Shu was taken aback by such words, looking at him in surprise.
No way?
Are you that frivolous?
Or is this your true nature?
"It’s not me!"
Lin Baici was completely flustered.
"It’s that sword."
Xia Hongyao couldn’t contain her amusement.
"Sword?"
Nangong Shu frowned and looked at the Bronze Sword in Lin Baici’s hand.
The others also turned their attention to it, confused.
"Everyone, look over here. I, Lin Bai, have an announcement to make: I like older women, aunties are great, their tenderness is unbeatable!"
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