Marvel: The Gourmet God

"Ghost, do you want to enjoy a meal like the one earlier?"

A glint of sharp intent flashed in Johnny's eyes as he communicated with his summoned creature through their bond.

"I... desire it..."

The ghost's voice resonated in Johnny's mind, carrying a tone of yearning as it stood obediently before him.

"Huh? You've grown stronger too?"

Johnny sensed that the undead ghost's aura had become noticeably more powerful than when it was first summoned. It seemed the process of devouring not only enhanced his own strength but also augmented the abilities of his summoned creature.

"Go down this corridor, break open that door, and kill every guard you encounter! Be swift!"

"Leave no one alive!"

Johnny's voice was cold and resolute.

"Yes, master! Delicious… I'm coming..."

The ghost's body blurred, moving like a shadow with incredible speed toward the corridor's end.

At the far end of the corridor stood a heavy metal door, constructed entirely of some exceptionally durable alloy. Behind it were several guards. Based on the earlier chatter of the guards that the ghost had devoured, they were nearing a shift change.

If Johnny couldn't eliminate all the guards before the shift change, the sheer number of reinforcements would make it nearly impossible for him to handle.

With a sharp swipe of its claws, the ghost shredded the metal chains binding the door. Sparks flew, and the chains clattered to the ground, severed cleanly.

Two guards armed with spears stood watch by the door. As the door unexpectedly swung open, they instinctively peered inside.

"What's going on?"

Their eyes widened in horror as they took in the scene before them.

In the corridor stood only Johnny, staring coldly at them. At his feet lay two skeletons, their flesh completely stripped away, leaving behind only fragments of gore clinging to their bones.

"What the hell happened here?!"

The guards quickly regained their composure. Energy surged through their spears as they prepared to attack the smirking Johnny, intending to kill him on the spot.

But before they could even strike, Johnny's cold grin deepened.

The undead ghost appeared abruptly in front of them, its scythe-like claws tearing through their skulls with a brutal precision. Blood and brain matter splattered across the floor as the guards crumpled lifelessly.

Two brief screams echoed through the corridor before falling silent.

Driven by its insatiable hunger, the ghost wasted no time, opening its jagged maw to feast on the corpses.

By now, Johnny had grown accustomed to the grotesque sight. He casually picked up a fallen shield and spear left behind by the guards. The moment he grasped them, countless techniques for wielding these weapons flooded into his mind.

The shield, forged from a rare Asgardian metal, was highly effective at deflecting both physical strikes and energy attacks. The spear, meanwhile, offered dual functionality: it could be used as a melee weapon or as a hunting rifle capable of firing energy blasts.

This weapon's ranged capability earned it the nickname "hunting rifle" because it required a charging period for each shot.

The weapon came pre-charged, much like ammunition in a firearm. During combat, a few attacks would deplete its stored energy, after which it would rely on divine power—something only Asgardians possessed.

"Heh, so these weapons are exclusive to Asgardian warriors. For beings from other worlds without divine power, they're nothing more than slightly sturdier tools. But the Asgardians would never have imagined that I... also possess divine power."

Clutching the weapons tightly, Johnny smirked darkly.

Along with the techniques for wielding the shield and spear, a variety of combined combat strategies had appeared in his mind. With just a thought, these skills became clear and accessible to him, as if he had practiced them for years.

"So this is another benefit of devouring—mastering the enemy's abilities."

Johnny couldn't help but marvel at the overwhelming potential of his devouring power.

The ghost finished its meal swiftly, leaving behind only two skeletal remains.

"That familiar heat... My strength has increased again!"

A wave of heat coursed through Johnny's body, signaling yet another surge in his power.

Johnny could distinctly feel his growing strength, further confirming that he benefited whenever Little Black devoured corpses.

"Finished… Master… I've finished…"

After consuming the two guards, the ghost returned to Johnny's side, exuding a faint sense of lingering hunger.

"Come, let's go find you another feast!"

Johnny led the undead ghost down the prison corridor.

Unlike the prisons of modern times, this one had a more classical design. Even as a dungeon, it was built with an extravagant opulence that rivaled the luxury of high-end hotels Johnny had seen before his arrival in this world.

"The Asgardians really are decadent. Even their dungeons for prisoners are so lavish," Johnny muttered to himself as he cautiously made his way through the corridors.

The vast dungeon of the divine realm wasn't heavily guarded. Johnny and the ghost walked for some time without encountering a single soul.

Instead, prisoners suffering in their cages on either side of the corridor spotted Johnny. They rushed to the iron bars, gripping them as if they'd just seen a life-saving oasis in a desert.

"You're not an Asgardian… You're a prisoner! How did you escape?"

"Are you one of us? Please, help us! If you free us, we'll follow you anywhere!"

"Hey, you! Stop right there, you bastard! Let me out now! If you dare defy me, I swear I'll kill your entire family once I'm free!"

The prisoners reacted in various ways—some pleaded desperately, some made promises, while others resorted to menacing threats.

Initially, Johnny had no intention of acknowledging them. But when he heard the words "kill your entire family," his expression shifted.

He stopped in his tracks, then walked emotionlessly to the cell of the man who had spoken.

"That was you just now, wasn't it?" Johnny asked coldly.

"Realized how dangerous I am, huh? Let me tell you, I've killed more people than you've ever seen! You better let me out now, or I'll kill you where you stand!" the man continued to rant, his arrogance unchecked.

"What about the others? Are they all your accomplices?" Johnny turned his gaze to the other prisoners.

The rest of the prisoners, noticing what they believed to be hesitation in Johnny, thought intimidation was working. They quickly rushed forward, their faces hard and menacing as they joined in hurling threats at him.

"Ghost, your feast is here. Kill them all—leave no one alive," Johnny said calmly, taking a step back to give space.

The prisoners were momentarily taken aback.

"What's wrong with this kid? Who's he even talking to?"

"Hurry up and let us out!" they yelled, still oblivious to what was happening.

"Yes… Master…"

The ghost stepped forward, reaching the iron bars with its massive clawed hands. It gripped two bars tightly and exerted its strength.

Creak—

The sound of twisting metal echoed through the dungeon as the ghost bent the iron bars effortlessly, creating a large gap.

The prisoners froze, startled by the sudden change in the bars. They hadn't done anything—how had the bars bent on their own?

But they didn't dwell on it for long. All they could see now was the opportunity to escape. The gap in the bars was wide enough for them to flee the cell entirely.

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