Ancient God in the Modern World

"I'll take care of this," Allen said as he looked at the waiters. "You can leave now."

He then turned back to the man and asked with the polite smile that he always wears.

"What dish should I serve?"

Meanwhile, as the fat man heard Allen's answer, he grinned and was rather satisfied.

However, Allen did not feel good about the fat man.

"Yeah, that's how the boss should be treated. Boss, what do you want?"

Meanwhile, the man unhurriedly scanned the menu. At the same time, he was also scanning Allen.

"This man is strange; I am a general but can't see through him," the herculean man said inwardly.

In the end, the man did not choose anything and asked for the best-selling instead.

"Give me your best-selling."

"Please, wait a moment as I cook your dish," Allen replied before going to the kitchen.

"Boss Rana, I think that man feared you. Should we hire him as your personal chef?"

However, Rana, the herculean man, kept silent.

In the next moment, Allen came back out holding a wine bucket as well as a wine glass.

"Please, enjoy yourself with a wine while you wait."

After Allen served the wine, he went back to the kitchen and began cooking.

Then, after a long while, he went back out again with the dish that he had prepared.

"Sir, Your dish."

Allen politely served the dish so they can begin eating.

Then, in the following minutes, there was silence in the room. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of the utensils hitting each other.

"The dish is good, right?"

Allen asked as they ate half of what he had served. Or rather, as the fat man ate half of what he had served.

"Yes, yes, yes," the fat man answered. "However, it would be better if…"

The fat man was silenced as Allen looked at him. He fell on the floor unconscious. He twitched for a while before becoming stiff.

At this point, it is not hard to tell that the fat man is already dead.

Meanwhile, the herculean man leaped off from where he was seated and assumed a fighting position.

"Hehe, finish the food. I want to kill you; I could kill you as easy as flicking my fingers."

With that said, Rana obediently sat and continued eating.

Although the food is good, he is in a dilemma as he ate the food.

He is unsure what caused the fatty's death. The event happened too fast.

One moment, the fatty is still on his feet; then on the next second, he was already lying on the floor unconscious.

"Fuck, even if I die, it will just savor the food."

The man-made up his mind and ate voraciously.

Then, after he was done, he wiped himself with the napkin and drank a glass of wine.

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"No, I should be the one asking. What do you want from me?" Allen said.

The question of the man is indeed incorrect. After all, it was them that approached Allen, not the other way around.

Meanwhile, hearing what Allen said, Rana did not know how to answer.

"Well…"

However, unbeknownst to him, Allen did not need his answer.

"I want to ask you something."

Yet again, the man is stunned. However, he quickly recovered his wits and answered.

"What is it, sir?"

This time he was polite.

Thus, Allen asked what he needed to know.

Well, Allen did not ask for sensitive information. All he asked is the origins of the man and the big events that had transpired in the base.

With just a few questions, Allen had already learned the information that he wanted to get.

"It seemed that the people in this base are unaware of what lies in here," Allen concluded.

"That would be all. Pay up and take that filthy corpse," Allen said as he waved his hands.

"How much do I need to pay for?" Rana asked.

However, he regretted asking as he almost coughed out blood as he heard the numbers that Allen said.

"100,000C!"

"Shit, that was just steak, soup, roasted turkey, and a wine." The man complained inwardly.

However, he dares not say it out loud.

In the end, he paid while trembling.

"Fuck that fatty. Despite his death, he still caused trouble for me.'

Pestering Allen is the fatty's idea.

Meanwhile, as the man left, Allen's smile disappeared and was replaced by his serious expression.

"Are the big organizations unaware of this?"

Allen asked himself as he was deducing the questions in the back of his mind.

"No, if they knew this, they might have exploited the advantages of this place…unless."

Allen had his eyes widened as he realized that the secret of this place is very big.

"This place contains a very big secret."

With that said, Allen began cleaning the restaurant and getting ready to leave.

A few minutes later, he was already back at his house. Although it did not have the grandness of a shrine, it was comfortable in a mortal's sense.

Of course, it is also comfortable. With his sealed Divine body, he is akin to a mortal. If he could not hear the prayers and praises of his followers, he would be no different to them.

When he arrived, he sat comfortably on the couch. After a while, he sat cross-legged and began meditating.

This is something he had learned back when he was still at the Military camp 355-03. However, he only managed to fully comprehend and utilize it in the past couple of years.

"Hwiou tvywo ljdioew."

As he was meditating, he suddenly heard a barely audible whisper.

With that, Allen abruptly opened his eyes and stopped his mediation.

The others might treat it as nothing but, he, as a Divine, he would not. He knew that his senses are very hard to fool. He knew he heard it.

He heard the whisper akin to how he heard his followers when they pray to him or when somebody mentioned his name. however, unlike the whisper, the voices of his followers are loud and clear.

"Is it because of the distance? Do I still have followers beyond this world?"

"Or perhaps, the Demons...."