Bizarre Realm-Chapter 379 - 29: God of Mysterious Cold Bone
Garrison District, West Street.
A massive, burly figure pushed open the door. He took off his helmet and placed it on a nearby rack. In the dining room, the servants had already prepared a lavish feast. In the center was a roasted pig, weighing about thirty kilograms, occupying a large portion of the table. On both sides were lamb stew, sturgeon soup, smoked sausages, vegetables, fruits, marinated preserves, and a large piece of white bread as the staple food.
This massive figure sat down at the table. On the empty dining table, he was the only one. He reached out with his large, sturdy hand, picked up an apple, and devoured it in two bites. Then he began to enjoy the feast in front of him. The lamb stew marinated with spices was appetizing, and he quickly consumed a large bowl. Then he reached for the roasted pig on the table, tore it in half, and held it in his arms to gnaw on. He bit directly into the pig’s snout, gobbling it down, his mouth covered in oil. After consuming dozens of pounds of meat in one breath, he finally slowed down a bit and began to savor the fruits and marinated preserves beside him.
This large table of food was enough for at least ten people, and the massive man in front of it devoured it all in just twenty minutes. The entire table’s worth of food filled his belly, making it swell like an inflated balloon. The table was a mess, as if it had been ravaged by a wild boar. It was only after he leisurely got up that two servants came in to clean up, sneaking bites of the leftover scraps.
Squeak.
The sofa in the living room groaned under the weight as the massive, burly figure sat down, struggling to turn and pick up a nearby document.
"Damn it!"
"The Dele caravan didn’t come again!"
It’s been almost half a year. Since the Dorne Kingdom fell into turmoil, the Dele caravans have become increasingly scarce. Recently, they haven’t come to Dagon at all. Prices in Ring City are rising every day. Without the cheap grains, meat, livestock, and other supplies from Dele, even officials like him can barely satisfy their ever-expanding appetites. With rising food prices, some of the meat has been nearly monopolized by those in power.
Because they crave meat.
Reisen couldn’t remember when his appetite started to grow more voracious. Perhaps it was a year ago, but back then, supplies from Dele were still arriving as usual, so a bigger appetite didn’t matter. But as the Dele caravans came less frequently, problems began to arise, especially after sea trade was cut off, leading to a more than month-long grain shortage in Ring City.
For the first time in his life, he went hungry. After the City Lord managed to procure a large amount of food, he ate almost his own weight.
While the City Lord has since always found ways to bring in large quantities of food, that food hasn’t been distributed to the market for the general population but has been allocated directly to the middle and upper classes of Ring City.
In reality, Ring City’s grain reserves are not much, barely enough to keep the commoners from starving to death, with soaring grain prices draining their pockets.
The supplies allocated to their upper class mostly come from the Horn Clan, rumored to possess a unique "Wishing Jar" capable of granting a mountain of meat with a single wish.
Given the current production capacity of the Realm of Reality, it’s quite challenging to sustain a metropolis of nearly a million inhabitants. The Dorne Region is rich in resources, its civilization close to modern times. Without the supplies from the Del Region, the quality of life for the commoners has drastically declined. The Dagon Region is relatively barren and its civilization is much less advanced. Unless there is a grand canal supplying resources from various places, it’s hard to sustain so many people. Currently, Ring City is only holding on due to the legendary "Wishing Jar."
For Reisen now, eating is the most enjoyable time of the day, far exceeding the pleasures he once derived from the company of women, while hunger is his greatest torment.
Once the day’s business was done.
Reisen slowly rose from the sofa, dismissed the servants, walked into his room, and then opened a secret door. Behind the secret door was an eerie shrine, engraved with words incomprehensible to humans, and at the front was an image of a giant with no eyes and no limbs.
— Mordyian.
The Church serving this entity has been secretly growing in the Land of Dagon for a long time. It’s also called the "God of Mysterious Cold Bone." Believers think Mordyian is a benevolent and holy deity. Offering corpses to Him can prevent the dead from decaying and purify their life’s impurities.
This Church truly began to expand after the Dorne Kingdom’s crisis. Since the gray fog from the Spirit Realm permeated reality, some of the dead have started turning into undead spirits, but by serving Him, there’s no need to worry about this; He will protect the soul and drive away those ethereal beings from the Spirit Realm. Moreover, if you offer at His shrine or bear His badge, you need not fear the ghouls in the wild. For a while, Ring City was overrun with ghouls, but they have all disappeared.
This ancient entity can infuse you with life force through flesh and blood, allowing you to extend your lifespan and even enhance your power through eating. Ever since he received the blessing of this presence, he has been able to derive immense satisfaction and joy from eating every day, feeling the life force in the flesh being absorbed by his own body.
