Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

Normal use of rock cherries would not achieve this level of sweetness, as rock cherries are very sweet and can easily become cloying when combined with fat. However, through centuries of continuous iteration, Du Yi has long been able to control the amount of cherries used with extreme precision.

As for the result, it's what it is now.

It was just ordinary open-flame beef barbecue, not even cooked over charcoal, but to everyone present, it was like a magic potion.

Their bodies were calling out to them, reminding them that they had to eat a few bites. It would be a lifelong regret if they didn't get to eat such a delicacy. Even their memories were reminding them that they had to eat these things, because they were food given by the gods.

Food given by the gods can increase experience points simply by eating it, regardless of one's profession.

Such a domineering effect can be described as unreasonable, but after all, their snake god is also unreasonable—compared to vague and ethereal principles, the snake god always speaks with food.

Just like now.

They could even truly taste the joy in the beef they ate.

It's not just the pleasure brought by the savory aroma of beef, nor just the pleasure felt when the body ingests high-quality nutrients, but also the most important and obvious pleasure that comes from the food itself.

When food is prepared with joy and care, you can taste the will and dedication it embodies.

In fact, precisely because of the immense joy they experienced, those who ate the beef felt an overwhelming sadness.

"This beef is so delicious... what will we do if we can't eat it anymore?"

The mere thought of this possibility has even caused some people to burst into tears.

After all, they knew very well that the serpent god was not their cook and would not make them roast meat every day—in fact, having a god personally roast meat for them was an extremely blasphemous thing.

Moreover, if they eat too much of this kind of barbecue, can they really still feel the sincerity behind it and the happiness they are experiencing right now?

Amidst a mix of joy and sorrow, these people were already weeping uncontrollably.

It was at this moment that Du Yi slowly put a piece of beef into his mouth.

"In my eyes, this is true happiness."

"……amazing."

The thought in my heart turned into a voice.

But she immediately changed her mind.

Following this thought, Du Yi also realized that he had received the attention of the God of Pleasure and could experience the true path of pleasure and comprehend the true meaning of happiness.

Similarly, as a reward, the god of joy decided to bestow upon him the blessing of ascension.

"Upgrade? What's that?"

Du Yi was somewhat puzzled; it was the first time he had ever heard of this.

And this thing sounds a lot like an upgrade. Could it be part of the same system as those things from the God of Courage?

However, his thoughts rejected Du Yi's opinion. According to the information in that thought, the so-called God of Courage's system of levels and experience was more like demonic ascension than ascension. In other words, once you accepted that system, you would become a martial arts fanatic who only knew how to level up and gain experience, and even wanted to kill anyone you saw.

As the god of pleasure who governs the true meaning of happiness, he would naturally not create such a thing.

The ascension of the god of pleasure is an ascension in the truest sense.

It is well known that the body determines the shape of the soul, but often the soul and body are not necessarily well matched—and this is the root of most unhappiness.

It's like putting a square object into a round bucket, or using the wrong key to poke a lock that doesn't fit. How could this not be painful?

Therefore, in order to solve this problem, the god of pleasure provided a solution.

"To reshape the body according to the shape of the soul?"

Du Yi was stunned. Could such a thing really be done?

Although he had grown quite accustomed to his current snake body, he would not refuse to grow hands and feet if he could—although for someone with a giant snake body, transforming into human form was a huge disadvantage, human form would be incredibly convenient.

Just like the matter of searching for mammoths in the Star Sea, if he could really transform into human form, the problem could probably be solved immediately, since those chosen champions still left some armor and weapons here.

He wouldn't even need weapons; he could simply slip on the armor and return the way those chosen champions had come. The thick runic armor would protect the chosen champions from being torn apart by the spiritual energy field in the star sea, and naturally, it would also ensure his soul remained stable.

Moreover, given the artistry of the God of Pleasure, the transformation effect he created would certainly not be the half-baked kind he did himself. In other words, the transformation would be quite stable and would not cause any problems due to the turbulence of spiritual energy in the spiritual energy field.

"So...can I really do it?"

At this moment, Du Yi was truly moved.

And the thought in his mind also acknowledged this.

It really is possible, the thought in his heart responded to him, that thought was speaking to him, as if telling him that as long as he accepts this blessing of ascension, he will definitely be able to become the most comfortable and happiest version of himself in his mind.

"Then... change it!"

Du Yi nodded decisively.

Immediately afterwards, his body shape also changed.

Its body twisted and grew more flesh and blood. Its originally round body even grew limbs. And on Du Yi's body, long... hair had begun to grow.

"Varied……"

It was at this moment that Du Yi suddenly realized that he had transformed into something that didn't seem to be human.

Instead, it was a mammoth.

Chapter 240 The Serpent God's Sharpest Sword

The brief transformation was followed by a long period of silence.

The mammoth's towering figure naturally shattered the ceiling, and when its heavy hooves stomped down, even the earth trembled—undoubtedly, it was a remarkably perfect form, and even Du Yi himself could smell an enticing aroma.

But this only made Du Yi feel sad.

"Am I supposed to eat myself?"

With this thought in mind, the previously stable physical changes immediately reverted to their original state—after all, if the body determines the shape of the soul, then when the soul's existence becomes too intense, the body, as the vessel, will also change accordingly.

Just like now, when the thought of eating a mammoth arises in Du Yi's mind, he transforms back into his original form.

That little snake.

"what?"

Du Yi felt that his accumulated shrinking techniques seemed to have become unexpectedly more stable.

"How did you do it?"

Du Yi's curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Could we do it again? Like, that one just now..."

That thought, which clearly didn't belong to him, did not resurface.

Clearly, the being that had been watching him had long since severed ties with him at some point.

"Why!"

Du Yi's face darkened.

Why did this god of pleasure just leave like that? Was it because his heart wasn't sincere enough?

"But there doesn't seem to be much information about this god of pleasure."

Thinking of the meager abilities displayed by the God of Pleasure, Du Yi subconsciously shook his head.

Compared to the hierarchy of the god of courage, or the knowledge bestowed by the god of wisdom, the so-called blessing of the god of joy is far inferior. In the end, compared to the former two, happiness is something that one can obtain oneself, and there is no need to wait for others to give it to one.

Just like now, after only taking a few breaths of the air that smelled of mammoths, Du Yi already felt a sweet fragrance.

"It's a pity I didn't have time to cut a piece of flesh off myself earlier... No, if I had, would it have been snake meat or mammoth meat?"

Although the aroma of the mammoth had long since whetted Du Yi's appetite, the idea of ​​eating himself was still a bit too outrageous. So, after a brief recollection, Du Yi snapped out of his daze and began to clean up the mess in front of him.

The god of pleasure has departed, and those who were initially affected are gradually coming to their senses.

It was at this moment that they realized what they had just done.

Such blasphemous behavior, especially in front of the serpent god, was unacceptable. They didn't even bother to make a pact with the serpent god, and even had to force the serpent god to come after them personally...

"I'm guilty!"

It's unclear who started it, but soon everyone present knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

This was also a bit too much for Du Yi. He couldn't stand seeing others kowtow to him. Moreover, in his eyes, it was not a big deal. Why make such a big fuss?

"How is that a crime? How is it a crime?"

"We, we..."

Those who had once worshipped the god of pleasure buried their heads in the ground, unable to utter a single coherent word in the face of the serpent god's question.

Or rather, their crimes are beyond words to describe.

They really didn't want to repeat those blasphemous acts again; they'd rather die here right now than be tortured like this by the serpent god.

Oh no, the Serpent God has now taken control of the Underworld, which means that even if they die, they will still have to face the Serpent God.

"Can't even die?"

Only now did they realize the utter despair they had brought upon themselves by their momentary pursuit of pleasure.

Until parchment was pushed in front of them.

"Sign it."

The voices of the four priests rang out above them.

What was presented to them was a blank list.

This is also how to make a pact with the serpent god. As long as your name is recorded, you will have the right to return from the underworld. No matter how many times you die, as long as your soul is not damaged and you still want to live, you can return from the underworld and live a second, third, fourth life... It is said that in earlier times, papyrus was used, but considering that papyrus is really difficult to preserve, it was changed to the parchment we have now.

Once you sign your name, the snake god will remember you forever.

"Can...we really do it?"

Someone subconsciously raised their head.

But they discovered that the small snake not far away was nodding slightly at them.

Although it only looks like an adorable little snake, its nodding posture still exudes the majesty of a giant snake.

This made them subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately following was a surge of passion.

"Sign! You absolutely must sign!"

The first person to stand up was a member of the enforcement team. He was the first to approach the person earlier, and now he was the first to come out and sign autographs. However, instead of using the ink provided by the four priests, he simply drew his dagger and cut open his palm.

Dipping his brush in his own blood, he wrote his name on the parchment.

His actions inspired others. Before signing, the second person also took the dagger, followed by the third, the fourth... until everyone had written their names in blood on the list, and that was the end of it.

"This...is okay."

Although Du Yi was a little worried that so many people were bleeding to write their names, and that the list would rot and smell after the blood dried, he also sensed their seriousness and that they really needed this way to vent their emotions.

So after glancing at the size of the wound, Du Yi didn't call a halt halfway through.

Only after everything was completed did he give the four priests a single instruction.

"Help them bandage up, and also remember to clean up the handwriting on the list. It's not easy to write, so don't smudge it."

The four priests accepted the order and put away the list. Naturally, they didn't need to do the bandaging themselves—but before leaving, they repeated the serpent god's words to these traitors.

Yes, a traitor.

In the eyes of the four priests, it was undoubtedly the act of a traitor to convert to another god while being in Tathumbto.

In fact, according to the four of them, everyone present should have been killed; only blood could wash away the sins of these traitors.

However, what these four priests didn't know was that these "traitors" they saw thought the same thing.

"Only blood can wash away our sins."

These people, who had originally worshipped the god of pleasure, now shared the same thought.

"We will become the serpent god's sharpest sword, to drain the enemy's last drop of blood for Him."

Chapter 241 Blood Warband

They didn't just talk the talk; they were going to become the snake god's sharpest sword.