Awakened: Evolving to Godhood
Chapter 257 - Side Story: At The Table (c)

The furious Theo was glaring daggers at John. He silently reevaluated the last seven years that he had spent with John. At first, they weren't close at all. Elliot, the main bridge between them, was no longer here, so they barely communicated. Still, as they were the only ones here, they stuck together. Theo always thought that John was a silent, introverted type of guy. While undergoing the trial to become members of the resistance, they became even more apart. After the trial, though, John, who was a pretty average guy, suddenly went bonkers. It was as if he was injected with chicken blood, causing him to become an ultra extrovert who only wanted to talk, talk, and talk without thinking at all and stepping on other people's nerves!

John was utterly unaware of the danger he was in, and he was completely in the mood to continue poking fun at Theo.

John was now no different than a drunk guy who likes to create a mess, only to replace himself waking up in the dustbin.

'What a sad reality!'

Elliot clicked his tongue.

Before Theo could take any actions, he extended his goodwill towards John one last time.

"John, a drunk dog died at the roadside, not because it was a dog but because it was drunk. You are too young to die like such a dog, so I advise you to close your mouth and keep your words dancing in your out-of-control mind."

Elliot gave his godly advice, but the one hearing it was a cow and very lacking in the intelligent department. 

His words fell on deaf ears!

"B-but I am just starting! I've seven years of grievance settled in my heart; today, I will let it all out. Accompany me till sunrise; otherwise, you're not mah boohoo!"

While shedding crocodile tears to make the onlookers understand how hard the last seven years had been for him, John started telling Elliot what had happened over the previous seven years, starting from day one. Every single day ended with him cursing Theo black and blue, calling him a dog that knows not the meaning of compassion!

"Bro, you can fuck him up as you like."

Elliot had no intention of hearing John's sob story as it was not sad compared to the people dying because of hunger or getting killed by the serpentine devils. Hence, he released the leash controlling his dog, an act that indicated that he was allowing him to bite John much as he liked.

"Gladly."

"Mommy!"

Bam!

Theo just stood up from his seat when John tripped, hit his head on the table, and dropped dead to the ground, blood coming out of his nose. Not a sound was made for a few moments. Elliot and Theo shared a look, both a bit worried and confused.

'Did he hit his head so hard that he died?'

'Why isn't he standing up?

"No, he is still alive, alright. I can hear his heart still beating!"

They nearly thought that John had died! If it weren't for their excellent hearing that managed to hear his heartbeat, they would've already started digging a grave for their dear friend. As they say, a vampire in a coffin was alive, and a vampire under the sun was dead. Maybe putting John in a coffin would've revived him?

"I suspect he is acting to be asleep!"

Little nightmare: "Any why would he do that?"

"To escape a beating that only comes once in a lifetime." (It's because a person who receives such a besting ascends from the mortal world at night!)

"Hah, hah, hah! If he dares to move his body, even the slightest twitch, then I will help him ascend!"

Grace and the horrifying nightmare also appeared in the stall. They used John as a stepping stone to climb up the table and then jumped on the opposite chairs. John's body didn't move from its place, not even by a single inch. Either he was pretending to be asleep, or he was indeed out. But if the first was true, he wasn't moving because he was afraid that he would get his ass handed over to him by Theo.

"Master, what's this weird person doing? Why is he kissing the ground?" Grace asked such a question because she wasn't clear about this situation.

Elliot smiled at her gave an even weirder response to his weird situation: "The tenth wonder of the universe—An intoxicated dog who loves kissing the dirty floor."

Grace's little head exploded.

Grace: "…"

"Don't think too much about it."

Elliot made fun of John and ordered the chef to give them the finest piece of meat and the most incredible fruit juice he was selling at the moment.

"Dear customers, it will take a few minutes. I hope you would enjoy my live performance will come in hand and help you pass the time."

The live performance began, and everyone's eyes dropped.

What they saw was a sight that they could no longer forget!

The boss's tummy was a freaking oven, and his hands, a fruit squasher!

The other parts of his body also had some culinary functions, and the one used to spice their food was his PP!

"Enjoy your meal, dear sir and dear spirit beasts!"

In the blink of an eye, he served multiple plates of simmering hot steak, one of the highest quality Elliot and the other had ever seen. Beside the plate of steak, the chef with no morals put a jug of fresh pear juice mixed with ten or so other ingredients, squeezed, chopped, minced, and mixed before getting poured into a glass bottle right in front of the eyes of his onlookers. As this was an open kitchen, everyone could tell that he didn't do anything insidious and used the freshest ingredients to make their dish.

Elliot, Grace, and little nightmare who had seen his sincerity found it hard to start digging in. It's because they had seen what the goddamn robot had used to sauce their steak! How could they even eat something like that?