Raymond stood indifferently among the Impostors, as the Mushroom People hesitated to move forward due to their fear of light.

Mr. Dark looked at the man bathed in light, his laughter ringing through the fingers that covered his cheeks, reaching everyone’s ears.

"Finally, you’ve come out, Angel of Light! Holy Catastrophe! My archenemy, Melok Raymond!"

Raymond sighed, "George, you fool, has the Power of Darkness made you lose your mind as well as your IQ? You used to look human when you were alive."

In response to Raymond’s mocking, Mr. Dark changed his posture, grabbing the bandage on his left hand with his right, trembling with excitement.

"I know, you can’t fool me, Raymond! You’re afraid of me, afraid of the power I have to break the seal, because it could easily crush you and your Holy Light together!"

Raymond looked at Mr. Dark.

"Not to mention your turn from light to darkness halfway, George, where do you get the courage to provoke me? Have you forgotten? Ever since you died, the only time you beat me was in the popularity ranking of the Andrei Club. I was first, and you were the runner-up. Other than that, you’ve always been beaten by me."

"Pah! We were evenly matched; I was just slightly at a disadvantage!"

"If you think that me rolling you into a ball counts as evenly matched, then I’m helpless."

Mr. Dark snorted, "Don’t be smug! This time, I’ve improved greatly in just three days! Have you seen what’s behind me? These sturdy warriors! These loyal members! My literature club members have been completely transformed! Although I didn’t expect you to recruit a bunch of comedic Liches, but! My enemy Raymond! With just your bunch of cooks! How can you fight against my Dark Legion!"

Raymond glanced at the so-called legion of Darkness, those plump and bloated Mushroom People, packed hip to hip and head to head, resembling a large compost field.

"I think it’s quite fitting, actually. The army of cooks against the army of ingredients, it looks like a sure win to me."

Mr. Dark, seeing he was getting nowhere with his words.

"Enough talk! Dark Legion, attack!"

Under Mr. Dark’s fervent incitement, the Mushroom People roared as they stepped forward to clash with the Impostors at close range.

Due to the magical restrictions of Andrei Academy, the intensity of the struggle was very low, more akin to shoving and brawling.

An Impostor staying by Raymond’s side took on the role of a strategist.

"Lord Raymond, although we have been inspired by you, they are not as simple as mushroom ingredients. They have mutated from flesh and mushroom, and their overall strength has surpassed ours. Furthermore, our flesh has endured a long period of starvation, and our muscle strength cannot compare with theirs... I’m afraid..."

Raymond said silently to himself, I wasn’t counting on you guys in the first place.

Following Ailian’s advice, the work of proselytizing must progress step by step, starting with securing a group of followers, then establishing Raymond’s authority. Finally, in the environment of worship, continuously reveal the mysteries of Holy Light, and ultimately turn the Liches back to the right path.

Although indeed very troublesome.

"Lord Raymond, please remember that there is no distinction between high and low in the use of Holy Light. As long as it can attract followers, even if it’s used for cooking, it’s the correct approach."

Damn it, I really have to become a cook. Raymond complained in his heart. Using Holy Light in cooking was originally intended to attract Lyle, but now he had trapped himself.

Forget it, I am Raymond, and I must not disappoint the expectations of Holy Light.

Raymond raised his head again, divine light shining through the slit in his helmet, pretending to be mysterious, and he looked at the Liches beside him.

"Do you know what is the essence of cooking?"

The Impostor’s heart skipped a beat, and his palms began to tremble. "Lord Raymond, I don’t know, please... teach us..."

Raymond nodded, feeling the gaze of worship around him, he felt like he was back when he was alive, back when he had the other bishops beaten down, and the Paladins, Priests, and Nuns looked at him in amazement.

"True deliciousness often only requires simplicity, retaining the most natural flavors of the ingredients. This cooking method places very high demands on the quality of the ingredients themselves."

"Let me show you!"

Raymond raised his hands, and a dazzling ball of light gathered in his palm. His hands were covered with Holy Blaze, but the flame flickered a few times and then went out.

"A droplet from the Sea of Holy Light, extremely pure energy, like water, like honey, satisfying taste and providing spiritual fulfillment. Just a quick sear with Holy Flame is needed to release its fragrance!"

As the delicious scent emanated from Raymond’s hands, the quarreling Liches all stopped their biting.

"Glowing cooking, Holy Sea Nourishing Soup Pill!"

With a flick of Raymond’s fingertips, a splash, the glowing waterball cascaded onto the head of one of the Mushroom People.

Wow, it’s like pouring boiling water on someone’s face.

Although all the Liches looked at it with envy,

the drenched Mushroom Person underwent a dramatic transformation, its fungal body swelling like a balloon, growing and evolving incessantly, and splitting into spores. Just like they say, the nourishing pill indeed promotes the growth of all living beings, providing an excess of nutrients.

This in itself was a good thing; however, the Mushroom People are not a naturally occurring species. The power of Holy Light possesses the world’s most formidable exorcising effect. Its impact on the profane is devastating.

Now, the lethal spores of the Mushroom Lord were exactly what Mr. Dark considered profane.

In an instant, flesh was ripped apart, and spores shattered. A translucent skeleton fell out, its bones stained with the color of gold. Before its ravenous flesh dissipated, it still wore a rapturous smile of bliss on its face—clearly, the pool of soup had brought immense pleasure to the Lich.

But the pleasure was fleeting.

Without the mushroom, without the flesh, the literature club member returned to normal.

Who am I? Where am I?

Holy shit! Raymond is right in front of me!

Holy shit! The boss is behind me!

Holy shit! They’re fighting! And I’m in the center of the battlefield!

What to do! What to do! What to do!

The boss is watching from behind, I can’t offend him! But I can’t offend Mr. Plague in front of me either!

After thinking it through, he came up with a plan.

With a flutter, the Lich fell to the ground, prostrating himself. He turned around, reaching out a feeble hand towards Mr. Dark. In that moment, as if the spirit of an award-winning actor had possessed him, the Lich croaked,

"Lord of Darkness, I have failed. The Holy Light has shattered my body and broken my spirit. I am about to fall, but please carry on with my will, continue to shatter the light. Because..."

"Darkness does not die!!!"

Thump, the literature club member began lying on the ground, playing dead.

Darkness was oblivious to his acting; he was completely engrossed in the melodramatic scenario of a subordinate sacrificing himself and pleading for the boss to carry on his will, especially with that catchphrase of his.

"Aaaaah! Darkness does not die!!"

Hearing his roar, Raymond slapped another Holy Light Sphere onto the face of a different Mushroom Person.

"This is awesome!!!" A cry of appreciation for the purified flesh, savoring the taste of a delicious dish.

"What the heck?" Coming to his senses and realizing the precariousness of his situation.

"Aaaaah! Darkness does not die!" Collapsed.

This scene repeated itself over and over.

Raymond even found a moment to ask,

"George, you’ve been howling for so long, aren’t you going to come up and take a beating?"

Mr. Dark gave him a cold look.

"The protagonist always enters last."

"...Your survival is solely due to my mercy."

Eventually, the ground was filled with the "corpses" of literature club members. Mr. Dark shook uncontrollably in the air as if having a seizure, cradling his own hands.

"Power! I can feel it, the will being passed on by my subordinates, their resentment towards Holy Light; I can truly sense it!!!"

Raymond saw the "corpses" lying behind Darkness twitching noticeably, as if holding back laughter.

Mr. Dark turned into a whirlwind and charged over.

"Today I will certainly defeat you, Raymond, Holy Light! Shall be extinguished at this moment!"

Raymond’s palm erupted with intense light.

"What’s being extinguished is your intelligence, George, my foolish little brother!"