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As time went on, the forest residents ended up holding unofficial cooking competitions among themselves. Many from the contender team wanted to step up their game. Each of them decided to bring their own special into the heavenly kitchen.

One of the Mandragora team that called themselves the Pine-Looter managed to surprise their adversary by bringing a former kappa they caught opposing and tied her on a wooden log. Currently, the Pine-Looters worked together to bring the special ingredient into the scene.

""Heave ho~! Heave ho~!"" The Pine-Looters chanted as they transported the log.

"Release me this instance! I shall not tolerate this kind of behavior against me—hmppf!?"

"You're loud~!" said one of the Pine-Looter Mandragoras. "It's the rule of nature, sweetheart. The strong eats the weak and the weak shall be the offering for the Almighty One~"

"HMMMMPPFFF!!!"

The muffled cry was ignored as most of the forest dwellers were too focused on creating something edible. Of course, the Ouroboros herself had also cooked her own signature dishes to compete with her followers.

With a speaker-phone made out of energy, Ain declared another challenge to get the crowd riled up.

"The winner of the cooking competition shall be blessed by the Goddess Ouroboros herself and they would be trained within her divine sect of Lautus Tunguska as her direct disciples!"

""HUOWWWWO!!""

MF who had just heard the sudden announcement, had read the numerous prayers and wishes being sprouted from everywhere like a ripe fungus. Most of them were filled with high admiration and the bloodlust of ambition.

MF had just known that the forest dwellers were even interested in being the sect disciples.

'Ain, what the hell did you do…?'

With a proud expression and contentment, Ain laughed with contentment. He had waited for a moment like this where he could finally enact his plan. Using the wisps language, he conversate with Asir as both of them watched the event unfolded from the grassy hill.

"I've told you, Asir, that spreading the divinity and the heavenly privilege of being the disciples of our Wise One's sect will increase the faith streamline to our Goddess."

"It seems like your typical schemes revealed again." Asir laughed with amusement. "What kind of story do you fill into your sermon for this?"

"Recently, Domeniul Ceresc began to form some sort of major faction and it was mostly due to how they were only those same kind of spirits given to birth by the holy land. Those factions were mainly the Alraunes, Mandragoras, and the Dryads.

"Although they haven't exhibited any bad behavior of any kind, centering their mindset to please their lord will surely prevent any kind of faction appearing soon.

"I taught the Dryads that the land and energy they consumed everyday were benevolently given by the Supreme Ouroboros. Because of their prideful tendency, I centered a rumor about how the true pride only lies beneath the wings from their creator.

"Just like birds, they followed the wind of trend. They began to take pride in who had contributed the most in the name of Ouroboros. Their Forest Elixir were the highest quality and because of that, their race had the most Aur Token out of all other races within Domeniul Ceresc."

"So that's why there is a huge increase within the Dryads that were diligently helping me patrolling outside of Domeniul Ceresc. Is that also what you're doing?"

"Indeed, brother. Recently, Domeniul Ceresc had been met with many cataclysms and if not for the Prominent Figures and the Almighty One herself, we wouldn't be living by now. Hence why I'm beginning to input the mindset of Prideful Protector to the Dryads. The idea of being the direct disciples of their own Goddess is already enough to spark many ambitions within their blood."

Asir remembered the horrendous sight of some of those Dryads being obsessed with their religion in a scary way. "I'm sure that it leads to ultimate fanaticism. Dryads, when they are attached to something, they won't let it go."

"Exactly."

"How about the other two? The Alraunes and the Mandragoras."

"Alraunes were surprisingly the most obedient and loyal followers of the Wise One when compared to the other races so far. Their minds were mature yet childish at the same time. They mostly go with the flow and I don't need to do much to keep their faith in order.

"The Mandragoras, meanwhile. They were the most unstable races out of all forest dwellers. They were laid back and sloth most of the time. Their minds were easily distracted and changed immediately when there was something better being showcased in front of them.

"They are greedy gremlins too. While the Dryads and the Alraunes are building their community surrounding their faith and pride, the Mandragoras are there for wealth and status and to gain more time lazing around rooting themselves when the sunshine falls to the ground.

"Because the majority of our Artifact Crafters are those from the Mandragoras community, the speed of the product innovation and their quality became stale due to how easily satisfied they are with their craft."

"Dealing with them must be harsh." Asir chuckled.

"Not to mention, the only reason that they still kept their loyalty and faith until this very moment is the fact that I use fear factor ninety percent of the time."

Asir was confused. "Then how come they are the most motivated forest spirits when the challenge is announced?"

"I preached that the disciples of Lautus Tunguska are given a high privilege and status that they are only second to the Elders and the Almighty Ouroboros herself. Remember the Mandragora that got recruited to be the sect's west building's caretaker?"

"I think her name is Tako. Correct me if I'm wrong."

"Yes, she is a celebrity amongst their community now."

"Oh."

"One time she went back to Domeniul Ceresc, and flaunted her experience on how she survived the maw of the death and how the Almighty One herself was amazed and gave her the position due to it."

"I think that wasn't what really happened."

"Exactly. Many within the community had already known how they couldn't take the words amongst their own race seriously but they definitely are enticed by the privilege."

"Well, the Mandragoras haven't been doing anything really damaging up until now."

"They are our precious troublemaking gremlin."

"By the way, is that the prisoner you hanged on the tree to be humiliated back then?" Asir shifted his perception at the kitchen section direction that was occupied by the Pine-Looter.

With a carefree smug smile and attitude, they dumped the former kappa into the large cauldron filled with boiling soup base.

"Yeah, you're right." Ain got confused. "Those Pine-Looters rascals! Oh well, not like I won't try a boiling torture to extract more information later."

"You sure have some weird hobby there."

Improvised banners were made for each competing team. It was both festive and chaotic. Some of the fruit spirits even used the ingredients as a projectile and held their own fortress war.

Soon later, the Elders were caught by the news told by the Ouroboros' Vassal Deity. Together, they all came to see the rumored cooking event that was participated by all of the forest dwellers within Domeniul Ceresc.

The lighting and crowded voices thrown around had reached the Elders' ears before they even in the vicinity. Thanks to combined personnel of Dryad, Alraune, Mandragora, and the Fairy respectively, they held a commentary session over the performance of numerous teams with great potential.

With the sound amplifier artifact crafted by the Mandragoras and the improvised post using the tall trees and wood with a little bit of Alraune's vines, they have set the foundation to increase the activity of the lively competition.

"One of the cooking-something-questionably-edible team 414 have successfully flipped their own cooking ware accidentally! It seems like it's a waste of time for their force to get up from that obvious blunder that they have made!" The Dryad Commentator's voice boomed into the scene.

"Just like what Miss Ruffi has said," the Mandragora Commentator followed. "Time management is an extremely important aspect within this cooking competition. But in the name of the Almighty, we really need more people who could actually cook and not do ingredient mashing."

"That's a good one, Dotea." The First Generation Fairy continued. "I'm sure that this event will definitely teach us the true essence of stupidity that the forest dwellers have performed. Anything you want to say, Tutuyu?"

The Alraune Commentator could only smile. "I'm sure that everything that they did will be shown as a true offering to the Supreme One. Even with the chaos unfolded, many of the competitors have shown good sportsmanship so far."

"And here on the north section of the heavenly kitchen, all of you can see the infamous communist rascal of the community trying to boil the traitor to no avail!"

"How come this person won't die?" One of the Pine-Looters frowned. "At this rate, we will lose~"

"Huwaa~ I think we need a change of plan and go for another dish instead of our planned Smelly Dragon Soup."

The former kappa could only scream from inside.