Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 16 is unspeakable and inviolable!
The woman picked up the menu, pretended to look at it seriously, and then handed it back.

"No, thank you, I'm not hungry right now."

The man smiled warmly:
"Okay, you're welcome."

After the two finished their conversation, the man paused for a moment.

Immediately, the warm, mask-like smile on his face vanished, like snow exposed to the sun, inch by inch.

The man's eyes flickered, as if regaining a human-like clarity, before he looked at the woman, his eyes immediately filled with suspicion:
"Chief of Ten Thousand Poisons, Veronica, what brings you to Rum City?"

The woman smiled, her tone languid, seemingly unconcerned:

"What, food connoisseur? You can come, but I can't?"

If a seasoned superhuman were here and witnessed this scene, they would surely panic and flee immediately.

Because the two people sitting face to face in this small café private room are none other than the famous "Gourmet" and the even more famous "Poison Master"!
This is a being that even Osius, the patriarch of the Silver Church, had to be wary of!
The gourmet stared at Veronica for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly:
“Interesting. It seems your intelligence network is more efficient than I thought. You found out so quickly. I thought only three people would know about that matter.”

Just over an hour ago, the gourmet watched helplessly as a vast cosmic space, large enough to contain a supermassive star, was shattered and absorbed by some great force. He then followed the trail all the way to Rum City.

But that's all.

He only knew that the being who used that incredible method was currently in Rum City, but he didn't know who it was.

Although Rum City is not large, it has a population of over five million.

Finding a specific individual, or even a non-human being hiding somewhere in this small town, would be incredibly difficult.

Moreover, the universe that vanished into thin air quickly healed itself up like putty stuck together.

It's unclear whether the universe repaired itself automatically or whether the silver universe, as a deity, intervened.

Therefore, the gourmet always thought that at most only he, Patriarch Osius of the Silver Church, and that young man named Dictator knew about this.

However, the coincidence that the Poison Patriarch Veronica also appeared in Rum City made him wonder.

Veronica, of course, couldn't possibly know that. Seeing the gourmet's reaction, a cloud of suspicion welled up in her heart, but she smiled lazily and said:

"It was just a coincidence."

Seeing that she didn't deny it, the gourmet leaned forward slightly, his expression becoming even more serious:

"Have you found out who that being is?"

Seeing this, Veronica became even more suspicious, but she remained outwardly calm and gave a soft hum:
Even if I did find it, do you think I would tell you?

The gourmet fell silent, seemingly trying to discern some flaw in her.

Veronica yawned, picked up her coffee, took a sip, and acted quite leisurely.

The gourmet's forehead vein throbbed, and he suddenly lowered his voice, adding a hint of threat:
"Now that you know, you should realize that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us entities! An opportunity that we might not even have again in endless years! You should share it!"

Seeing his expression, Veronica remained calm and composed, her curvaceous body lounging on the sofa as she parted her red lips and said:
"Tell you? On what grounds?"

The gourmet suddenly narrowed his eyes, a fierce killing intent emanating from them.

The customers in Glorious Cafe were completely unaffected, but a rat crawling in the building's sewers suddenly squeaked and fell to the ground.

It ripened rapidly and thoroughly, inside and out, and even seemed to be sprinkled with spices, emitting a nauseating aroma.

Veronica remained unmoved and said calmly:
“You can’t threaten me, you should know that, just as I can’t do anything to you.” The gourmet stared at her intently for a long while, the anger in his eyes gradually subsiding, but his expression turned cold, like hard steel.
"Stubborn to the end, it seems that cooperating with you is impossible."

Veronica's expression remained unchanged:

"What do you mean by stubbornly clinging to one's delusions? What are you talking about? I don't understand."

A cold, sharp glint flashed in the gourmet's eyes:

"Are you really unaware, or are you pretending not to know?"

Veronica smiled:
"Please give me some pointers."

The gourmet suddenly slammed his hands on the table, the muscles and veins on the backs of his hands bulging. He lowered his body, his voice almost a growl, bursting out from his throat in suppressed anger:

"You know perfectly well that all nine righteous gods in this world are fake! I've witnessed it with my own eyes! What, do you still want to rely on them?"

He took a slight breath, his face displaying an expression that was both mocking and deeply disappointed, making him appear somewhat deranged.

Then, he squeezed out a few more words through gritted teeth:

"I'd have to be crazy to rely on these... fake gods!"

Boom——!
In the darkness of night, a muffled thunderclap suddenly fell from the ground, landing on the distant sea.

These shocking and even treasonous words seemed to have alarmed the nine righteous gods who resided in the depths of the universe above the heavens, yet it was as if nothing had happened.

A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the entire city of Rum, and also the gourmet's face, which was twisted into a grimace.

At this moment, not only had his aristocratic elegance vanished, but he had also transformed into a demon.

A demon that crawled out of hell, driven by utter despair and extreme rage.

Veronica's expression finally changed, as if she had recalled something from the past. A look of utter disappointment flashed across her face, but it was fleeting, and her tone remained indifferent:

"Yes, I already knew, but isn't it a bit presumptuous of you to say it out loud? You should know that blaspheming any one of the nine of them would result in annihilation in an instant."

Upon seeing this, the gourmet shook his head, seemingly utterly disappointed by Veronica's numb reaction.

The ferocious look on his face slowly faded, and he straightened up, his back ramrod straight, and reached out to adjust his bow tie.

The gourmet gazed deeply at the alluring woman opposite him, then his face suddenly returned to its elegant and warm smile, and his tone became as gentle as a spring breeze:

"Since the guest doesn't need anything, then we'll take our leave."

He stood up, bowed slightly, and then slowly faded away while maintaining the bowing posture.

Veronica waited quietly, as if sensing something.

After a long while, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked again through the glass window that the waiter in the coffee shop had cleaned until it was sparkling clean, towards the two-story attic on Daniel Street under the moonlight.

“Shafa…no matter what happened to you…”

She licked her full, red lips, a glint of bloodlust and greed flashing in her eyes.

"But... you are already my prey."

(End of this chapter)