Now that he had regained his senses, Juhyeon did not suddenly become afraid of the Black Cloak.
“Since you have just awakened after so long, I prepared porridge for your first meal.”
“You know how to make porridge too?”
“Despite appearances, I can prepare nearly any dish.”
“It smells wonderful. Thank you.”
Having recovered his energy while he slept, Juhyeon offered his thanks with an amiable smile.
‘A Monster cooked porridge??’
Naturally, his thoughts were an entirely different matter. Internally, Juhyeon broke into a cold sweat amid profound bewilderment and sheer disbelief.
An Evil God who cooked personally, served the food to a human, and expressed pride in his own actions. Much of the reason Juhyeon did not find him frightening at the moment was the sheer absurdity of it all.
‘No, even for an Evil God, this is… If anything, calling him an Evil God makes it even stranger.’
The Association had reported the Black Cloak as a Monster, but Juhyeon had accumulated enough experience to understand the reality of such things. The Association often concealed the truth for various purposes in the name of the greater good. This seemed similar.
Still, he could not understand. On extremely rare occasions, a god might serve a meal to a mere human. But no matter the circumstances, a god did not personally cook for one.
‘And if I consider this world a kind of Dungeon, explaining it becomes even harder. Only Monsters that satisfy certain qualifications can create Dungeons of their…