Enforcer Manual-Chapter 1047 - 921: 1/150 (Part 3)

In the following days, the Ceremony of the God of Life spread from one city to another, but most survivors were watching from the sidelines. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Eradicating the plague that swept through the entire Oasis had credibility, but resurrecting the dead?

Such a miracle, even throughout history, had never truly been accomplished.

Countless legendary figures who made a mark on history had pursued this path, only to return without success.

The closest thing was the cloning technology researched by the United Government, but it was ultimately halted due to issues of social ethics championed by humanitarians.

Moreover, according to unverified rumors, the Ceremony’s scope of resurrecting the dead was not limited to a single person; all the deceased of the Oasis could equally partake in this miracle’s advent.

Unrelated to wealth, power, or prestige, once the Ceremony could be realized, even the most destitute beggar in the Oasis would have the chance to see again the relatives and friends lost to the epidemic.

And the price of this miracle was...

There was no price.

They didn’t need to make any sacrifice, nor were there any oppressive demands; they just had to wait, even if they tragically died of the contagion during this period, they would return to this world on the miraculous day.

Because of this, the survivors were filled with contradiction over these past few days.

Reason told them that such good fortune simply does not occur in this world; even fraud groups under the Brotherhood wouldn’t use such clumsy lies that could be seen through based solely on intuition, but on the other hand, everyone hoped it was true.

Compared to the conflicted people, the Believers were much more resolute.

They believed most fervently in the God of Life’s ability to perform this miracle; they also perfectly fit the antagonist profile Song Lan proposed—resilient and full of initiative. Almost without screening, those who stood out were nearly all Believers, who threw themselves into arranging the Ceremony with full commitment.

In those days, they tried all kinds of trickery.

They swapped the Ceremony’s runes, buried cursed objects by the totems, and poisoned the chicken soup.

Lu Xiang only took a sip of the poisoned chicken soup before not drinking any more.

"How come it tastes like sand?"

Her delicate eyebrows knitted together, and her expression was a bit aggrieved; this was the chicken soup she had looked forward to for a long time, reputedly simmered on a low fire for three hours.

"Oh, the poison in the chicken soup wasn’t the work of the Believers."

Head Chef Song Lan stepped forward to exculpate the innocent Believers, "This soup was made by Old Void."

Clearly, among the three of them, there was also a traitor; now Song Lan suspected Old Void had said he wanted to learn some cooking skills only for this moment’s arrival, to thoroughly ruin Lu Xiang’s good mood just before the countdown to the Ceremony.

The despicable Old Void!

"Why did you let him into the kitchen? What were you thinking?"

Lu Xiang questioned Song Lan, "Everything he makes tastes like sand!"

As a customer, she didn’t care about the trivial matters in the kitchen. Song Lan was the head chef, and if there were issues with the dishes, it was his responsibility, especially since they all knew just how mediocre Old Void’s culinary skills were.

"His enthusiasm moved me."

While the Believers were using all sorts of schemes in the Ceremony, they were also not idle.

This encounter with two old friends made him deeply reflect, reviewing his aimless life over the past several years and eventually coming to a profound realization of the root cause of all his problems.

The main reason he had been alone all these years was that he lacked good culinary skills.

Back in the day, Song Lan was on par with him, but this fellow always managed to stay one step ahead in his sense of smell. During his mishmash of days, he went somewhere to steal away this culinary skill, and under his onslaught, Lu Xiang had indeed been conquered.

"Old Void said, once things settle down, he also wants to embark on a journey as a culinary seeker."

In fact, during their chats over these past few days, the major antagonist "Corruption" virtually trended towards zero in their conversations; no one really took this big antagonist who tried to overturn the entire country with a plague seriously.

"Old Lu, I can’t act as if I didn’t hear that; I meticulously cooked this chicken soup based on Old Song’s recipe!"

Assistant Chef Old Void burst into the room; this chicken soup, simmered for three hours, was his pride, yet the customer had pushed it aside after just one taste.

"Did you really cook it entirely according to my recipe?"

Song Lan too took a taste, the gritty texture overwhelmed the soup’s freshness, utterly ruining all its harmonious flavors—such a texture was devastating in a soup that was meant to be light and fresh.

The reason he chose the recipe for chicken soup was because, for a novice, it was one of the simplest dishes.

Moreover, for Lu Xiang who had been working tirelessly day and night, drinking some to rejuvenate her body was a delightful thing.

"Don’t look down on me; I once ran a Pan-Fried Buns shop!"

Their skeptical looks infuriated "Nothingness", and to prove his prowess, he began counting off on his fingers as if they were treasures, "First, chop the top-grade chicken into pieces and wash it for later use, soak shiitake mushrooms, goji berries, and red dates, and prepare scallions, ginger, garlic and other seasonings."

At this point, "Nothingness" also became intoxicated in his narration. When he skimmed off the froth and the aroma of chicken soup spread through the room, he truly felt he had stepped onto the path of a chef; the musical notes of gourmet food seemed to dance before his eyes, "After the froth is skimmed off neatly, put the delicious shiitake mushrooms, the premium goji berries, the sweet red dates along with the scallions, ginger, and garlic into the pot, and finally add some salt and the wonderful Sachila..."