"Selling candied hawthorns, top-quality asteroid collapsing star cores, volcanic syrup from volcanic universe, don't miss it as you pass by!"

"Coffee, rice noodles, stir-fried noodles, need some? Made from materials from Cthulhu gods' bodies, it's an absolute head-turner!"

"Not 3000 Rule Points, just 999, you heard it right, 999 Rule Points, take home a pancake bursting with the Power of the Star River!"

Fratiss walked through the Pantheon, occasionally encountering gods who greeted her.

It was already the forty-thousandth year since the Terrarium was established.

Recently, with the surge of the flame of hope, the number of True God Uniqueness produced by various old and new Supremes increased dramatically, effectively alleviating the resource crisis of the entire Multiverse.

Look, in recent years, some gods, in their exploration of strange realms, have been producing eye-catching marvels that often startled Fratiss.

Some delicacies would be too lethal for mortals, and at such times, Fratiss was especially thankful she had already ascended to Supreme, otherwise, she could only look at these peculiar snacks.

"Oh Great Food God, any plans to introduce new delicacies at this year's Terrarium Festival?"

A Supreme walked over with a beaming face.

"Eh? It's Uncle World Serpent, are you attending this year's festival? I remember last year there was some trouble at your house?"

"Ah, you're talking about that fight between Bahamut and Tiamat, aren't you? They resolved it long ago."

The Cosmic Giant Serpent flexed his strong muscles, as though telling Fratiss how he sorted it out?

Fratiss couldn't help but feel a bit of worry for the Good Dragon God and Evil Dragon God.

Logically speaking, in recent years, both Tiamat and Bahamut had ascended to Supreme, and although there was still a gap with the Cosmic Giant Serpent, they were on the same tier.

But as everyone knows, with the World Serpent's foundation, a flying full-of-stars tackle could smash his descendants below till their heads swell.

Yet the World Serpent's favorite activity is clobbering disobedient juniors.

Probably those two gods are still resting in some Multiverse.

As for why Fratiss, who inherited the Blood Angel's position, became the Food God, that's another story.

It's been a long time since that great turmoil, and Fratiss sometimes misses her days as a mortal.

Becoming a Creator of a big universe wasn't as great as imagined, and a while ago, she established a Food Planet full of top-tier ingredients.

Who would've known the ingredients on the Food Planet started fighting each other, directly rebooting that world.

"Being a mortal was indeed better."

"What's up, little glutton, missing those days as a mortal, where you could enjoy delicious treats endlessly?"

Fratiss' ahoge wobbled slightly, her eyes lit up, she turned her head and saw Chloe smiling at her.

"Senior, long time no see!"

Seeing Chloe after a long period, Fratiss immediately dashed towards him.

Chloe held down Fratiss' ahoge, but once he loosened his grip, it popped back up.

"Our lady Food God, shouldn't you be preparing for the festival instead of slacking off here?"

"This is just me not wanting to work, hence wandering around."

"Got it, I totally get it, just like those authors not wanting to write old books, not wanting to write new books, nor wanting to write today or tomorrow either."

"Hehe."

"So, after the festival ends, why don't you find some time to reincarnate down to the Lower Realm?"

"Hmm?"

"Lately, the workload's been intense, I also want to escape for a break."

Speaking of this, Chloe's face showed a pained expression.

Working overtime!

Working overtime!

Working overtime!

Why am I constantly working overtime?

Before becoming a Creator, I worked overtime; after becoming one, I still work overtime. Does that not make me a Creator for nothing?

Screw it!

Need to slack off a bit!

Fratiss clearly saw the strong desire to slack off on Chloe's face.

She had also been irritable of late, dealing with the matters for the millennium festival.

The two sneakily exchanged a glance.

Soon, they came to an agreement.

Forget the overtime, go reincarnate to the Lower Realm for a couple of decades to have fun.

Before long, the Pantheon was filled with exclamations.

"Oh no, the Filthy Sun and the Food God have abandoned their mess and escaped to the Lower Realm!"

Instantly, the Pantheon plunged into chaos.

...

The years flowed by, time flew.

In a modern world down below, Chloe opened his home's window:

"Ah, living a life of slacking every day is wonderful, I'll never make fun of the lack of festive spirit again."

Compared to a lack of festivity, the weight of work is far more terrifying.

Not long after opening his window, Fratiss' head popped out of the opposite building's window:

"Done talking? Hurry up and change your clothes already."

Chloe widened his eyes and said: "Little glutton, you seem to be getting bolder over these years."

Fratiss smiled and said warmly, "A new restaurant just opened today, I saw their flyer was pretty fancy, come with me to taste it."

"We've been eating here for over ten years, and you're not sick of it yet?"

But before he finished talking, the window had already closed; at the same time, downstairs, Fratiss was coming up the stairs to his door in a flash.

Inserting the key and turning it, she opened the door, rushed upstairs, grabbed the just-changed Chloe, and ran outside.

"Come on, everyone's been waiting anxiously."

Being dragged out by Fratiss, Chloe could only helplessly accept this routine for some unknown number of times.

Chloe wondered if it was his imagination; he always felt the little glutton seemed to cling to him more over the years.

Though Chloe didn't mind too much.

In this Multiverse, there weren't many people he needed to care about.

Unexpectedly, when Chloe and Fratiss arrived at the new shop, they bumped into a high school classmate from this world.

The classmate was very surprised to see them, then turned to laugh:

"You two, even after so many years, do you still like being glued together?

Fratiss pouted: "What do you mean glued together, we just have a good relationship."

The classmate was outraged.

"If you have such a good relationship, why don't you just get married already!"

From elementary to middle school to high school to college...do you know how frustrated the classmates who were rooting for you over so many years are, seeing you two together yet claiming not to be a couple?

The two are quite the handsome guy and beautiful girl.

By this bold move, they broke many timid hearts longing to confess, but couldn't quite fully shatter them.

"Oh? Are you saying they've been sticking together all these years?"

The curtain of the coffee shop's kitchen was lifted, and a smiling middle-aged woman came out.

Chloe's classmate, still unaware of the seriousness, just babbled about the clingy interactions of these two parentless classmates over the years.

Fratiss paid no mind to their side, just squinting while savoring the delicacy before her, not noticing the tensed expression on Chloe's face.

Not until the middle-aged woman slowly approached and asked the little glutton:

"Girl, does it taste good?"

"Auntie, it's delicious!"

Fratiss raised a big thumbs up right away.

The middle-aged woman chuckled even happier: "If it's tasty, then have more. Has my naughty son been a nuisance to you?"

"Hmm? Who?"

"Yeah, who else could it be? Chloe, I don't recall raising you to be an irresponsible man."

Cold sweat streamed down Chloe's face, he nudged Fratiss and said:

"Stop eating, this is my mom."

"Huh?"

"Why would I lie to you, my very own mom, from Earth!"

Plop.

The small cake slipped from the little glutton's mouth corner, she stood up, visibly flustered:

"Uh, uh, nice to meet you, Auntie?"

"Calling me Auntie outside is okay, I won't nitpick on that; inside my cafe, what should you call me?"

The little glutton's small eyes flashed with great confusion. After hesitating a moment, she tentatively said:

"Mom?"

"Oi~ good child!"