Everyone stiffly turned their heads.
At the end of their gaze sat Qian Daoliu, who had just devoured three entire bowls of egg fried rice.
Where was the dignity of a High Priest? The stubborn pride of the archangel's chosen?
Gone. All gone.
In its place was a profound, mysterious calm—
The serene emptiness known only to those in a blissful post-meal sage state.
He wiped the oil from his mouth with satisfaction and stacked the three empty bowls together before slamming them down on the table.
"Dong!"
Qian Daoliu waved boldly, his voice full of vigor:
"Check, please!"
"Thank you for your patronage, that will be 30,000 gold coins."
Hu Liena bowed politely with a professional smile.
Only the slight twitch at the corner of her lips betrayed that she was one breath away from laughing out loud.
Inside the restaurant, aside from Qian Daoliu's rummaging for gold coins, not a single sound could be heard.
Everyone stared at Qian Daoliu's flushed face—radiant with the satisfaction of someone who had just eaten too well.
Then they looked down at their own stomachs, hollow and aching after having vomited their souls out earlier.
A heavy despair washed over the room.
The joys and sorrows of human beings… are truly not interconnected.
Their minds collapsed.
Completely.
Gold Crocodile Douluo, leaning weakly against the wall, felt his eyes redden.
Why?!
They had all come here together.
They had all suffered spiritual trauma together.
They had all vomited until they questioned life.
Yet the least cooperative old man—who had refused to eat at the beginning like a stubborn mule—was now the one who feasted the most?!
Lion Douluo lay sprawled on the floor, hollow-eyed. His newly evolved "Dark Prison Demonic Lion" felt more like a malnourished kitten.
Earlier, all of them came to the restaurant to eat.
But Qian Daoliu had been the "stone in a latrine"—stinky and stubborn—refusing to take a single bite.
So how…
HOW did they end up vomiting their lungs out…
While he stuffed himself with oil dripping down his chin?!
Where was the justice?!
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo exchanged dying looks with each other.
Their four shared characters were clear:
—Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry!
They looked from Qian Daoliu's glowing face to their pale, trembling colleagues.
An emotion called betrayal arose.
This big brother…
He definitely can't be kept!
After Qian Daoliu finished paying, before Lin Feng could even speak, the system chimed in his mind:
[Ding! Consumption amount: 30,000 gold coins.]
[System evaluation: An old leek who has finally learned to face his inner desires and is willing to pay. Given the improved attitude, normal rewards may now be issued.]
[Random prize pool generating… Generation complete. Reward: Angel God Power Affinity +5%.]
[Host Reward: Gourmet Points +3000]
Lin Feng rolled his eyes.
Finally, a normal-sounding reward.
He straightened slightly in his lounge chair.
That one small movement made the entire restaurant fall completely silent.
It was time.
The traditional post-meal reward!
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others forced themselves to sit up, their lethargic bodies suddenly filled with malicious hope.
This time, their hearts were united.
Draw trash. Draw absolute trash. Preferably "Thank you for your patronage."
Why do we vomit until our souls leave our bodies…
While you eat until your belly shines with oil?!
This isn't about balance—this is about fairness!
Lin Feng flicked his fingers casually at Qian Daoliu.
"Since you have shown sincerity, I'll help you take one step closer to your God."
His voice was calm, like stating a simple fact.
"Your reward is a five percent increase in Angel God Power Affinity."
"As the High Priest, you should know exactly what that means."
The restaurant fell completely silent.
A suffocating silence.
Everyone stared at Lin Feng, feeling as if lightning had fried them crispy.
WHAT?!
Angel God Power Affinity?
And five percent?!
Qian Daoliu froze.
The radiance from his satisfied meal vanished instantly.
As the Angel God's High Priest, his affinity had long been stuck at fifty percent—
an unbreakable bottleneck after centuries.
To inherit the Angel God Position, one needed one hundred percent affinity.
He had stared at that unreachable door for half a lifetime.
Yet now…
A casual reward for three bowls of fried rice—
Opened a crack in the door he had despaired of ever touching.
A voice, buried deep in memory, flooded back to him.
"Whichever of you can become a God, I will choose them."
Bo Saixi's promise.
The regret of his entire life.
Boom!
Qian Daoliu felt his brain explode.
All his obsessions—
All his frustrations—
All his unrequited love—
Transformed into unprecedented determination.
To hell with silent devotion!
To hell with waiting in the shadows!
I'm going to become a God!
A shining, crystal-clear goal took root in his heart:
—First, become a God.
Then go propose.
Bring Xixi home!
Tonight!
Tonight, he would enter her dream through the fantasy crystal!
He would tell her in the most domineering tone:
"Xixi! Wait for me! When I become a God, I will marry you into the Spirit Hall in grand style!"
As Qian Daoliu fantasized about his perfect future life, his mouth stretched into a goofy grin.
"Damn it!"
Lion Douluo suddenly slapped his thigh hard enough to nearly fracture it.
His grief-stricken wail echoed through the restaurant:
"No way! This old guy gets all the good stuff?! Why is his luck this good?!"
His outcry was everyone's shared resentment.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others, though relieved it wasn't another maggot, still trembled with jealousy.
What was an 800-year lifespan boost?
This old man was taking steps toward literal godhood!
"How can anyone compare to that?!"
He jabbed a finger at Qian Daoliu, speaking to Azure Luan Douluo with tears in his eyes.
"Third brother! Look! Look at his shameless face!"
Qian Daoliu's eyebrows twitched violently.
He glared at his jealous colleagues before straightening his robes.
Then, with unprecedented solemnity, he bowed deeply to Lin Feng.
A full ninety-degree bow.
A gesture he had never shown to anyone but a God.
"Thank you, senior!"
But then—
His expression froze.
A dangerous thought surfaced:
Wait…
There is only one Angel God Position.
If he becomes the Angel God…
Then…
What about Xiao Xue?
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