Marvel: The Gourmet God

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Undead Wraith



On the cold dungeon floor, Johnny's eyes snapped open, filled with rage and a thirst for vengeance.

"Dump my body in the wilderness for beasts to tear apart?"

"Then I'll tear you two apart first!"

With a single thought, a faint rustling sound arose. A wave of dark energy surged from within Johnny, like a mist of shadowy fog.

In the blink of an eye, the dark fog coalesced into a strange figure.

The figure was humanoid, resembling a mummified corpse—dry, lifeless, and exuding an aura of decay. Its elongated arms were tipped with sharp, claw-like nails, more lethal than any weapon.

This was the Undead Wraith Johnny had summoned.

"At your service…"

The Wraith did not speak aloud. Instead, its voice resonated directly in Johnny's mind through some mysterious connection.

As it spoke, the Wraith slightly bowed, offering a gesture of respect.

Despite the eerie, corpse-like appearance of the Wraith—enough to make any ordinary person tremble—Johnny felt no discomfort. Instead, the aura emanating from it filled him with a sense of absolute loyalty and reverence.

Meanwhile, the two dungeon guards, having completed their patrol, were making their way back. Their footsteps echoed, growing louder as they approached Johnny's cell.

"Kill them!"

Johnny's heartbeat quickened, but he felt no fear. He issued the command to the Wraith in his mind.

"As you command."

The Wraith raised its arm and slashed at the cell door made of reinforced Asgardian metal.

A sharp metallic screech pierced the air. The expensive, specially-designed prison door—built to confine the most dangerous criminals—was effortlessly sliced into several pieces by the Wraith's claws. The cuts were smooth and precise.

"There's something wrong!"

Hearing the faint noise, the two guards—who had been chatting idly—instantly tensed.

But it was too late.

Slash!

Blood sprayed through the air. Five deep, savage gashes appeared on one guard's body, as though he had been mauled by a wild beast. He collapsed lifelessly, blood pooling beneath him.

"What's happening?!"

The other guard, horrified by his comrade's sudden demise, froze in fear.

He quickly caught sight of a skeletal, mummified figure standing before him—a creature that looked like it had crawled straight out of a nightmare.

This was the Undead Wraith's unique ability: stealth mode, rendering it invisible until the moment it attacked.

"What the hell are yo—"

The guard's eyes widened in terror. But before he could scream, the Wraith drove its claws deep into him, killing him instantly.

Both guards collapsed to the floor, lifeless. Blood gushed from their horrific wounds, drenching the area in a heavy, nauseating scent of iron.

"Your command has been executed. Do you have further orders?"

The Wraith's voice echoed in Johnny's mind, unbothered by the carnage. The two guards had been dispatched with ease, their lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground.

"You did well," Johnny replied, gazing at the gruesome scene. "Next, we need to take out the other guards outside… At the very least, we need to escape first!"

The overwhelming stench of blood was nauseating, and Johnny struggled to adapt. Although he hadn't personally killed the two guards, it was his order that led the Undead Wraith to do so.

Of course, Johnny felt no regret over their deaths.

Anyone who tried to kill him would never be shown mercy.

"Wraith, go out and—wait, what are you doing?"

Just as Johnny was about to instruct the Wraith to eliminate the other guards outside, he saw the creature suddenly pounce on the two corpses. Its withered, fleshless mouth opened wide—so wide it looked as if its entire head would split apart—revealing razor-sharp fangs as it began savagely tearing into the guards' bodies.

Watching the grotesque scene of the Wraith devouring the guards' remains, Johnny felt his stomach churn violently, a wave of nausea rising within him. He quickly turned his head away, unable to bear the sight.

"Food... Delicious... It's all... my food..."

The Wraith's chilling voice echoed in Johnny's mind as it feasted on the corpses.

Blood splattered everywhere, painting the ground crimson. The mangled remains of internal organs—white, yellow, and red—were grotesquely exposed. Johnny stole a glance but quickly looked away, his stomach lurching.

The speed at which the Wraith consumed the bodies was far faster than Johnny had imagined.

By the time Johnny began to adjust to the overpowering stench of blood, the two guards' corpses were completely gone. Only skeletal remains were left behind, still smeared with bits of blood and flesh.

"I feel... a surge of warmth flowing through my body?"

As Johnny pondered this strange sensation, he clenched his fists and noticed his muscles had become denser, his strength significantly enhanced.

Devouring.

It didn't take Johnny long to connect the dots. This was the feedback described by the Devouring System. By consuming the flesh of enemies, both the host and the summoned undead creatures could grow stronger.

Johnny also realized that aside from his improved physical strength, an unfamiliar energy seemed to be brewing within him.

Although faint and nearly imperceptible, the energy stirred in his body, waiting to be understood.

"What kind of energy is this?"

Focusing on the peculiar sensation, Johnny tried to explore and comprehend the mysterious power within him.

The guards killed earlier weren't ordinary beings—they were Asgardian guards, part of the divine realm.

Divine energy!

As this realization struck, Johnny's breathing grew heavier.

Divine power, known as Godforce, is an energy exclusive to the Asgardians who proclaim themselves gods. It manifests in various forms—such as Thor's thunderous might or Odin's power of judgment—yet its essence remains the same.

Different Asgardians wield this energy in unique ways, but at its core, the nature of this power is identical.

"It's just too little..."

Johnny attempted to channel the faint traces of divine power within his body. Under his will, the energy began to emit faint ripples.

Feeling the subtle waves of power, Johnny's eyes lit up.

Clenching his fist, he casually struck the wall with a punch. Before, such an act would have left his knuckles aching, perhaps even bruised. But now, the pain was negligible—almost nonexistent. Instead, the wall bore a faint imprint of his fist!

"I really have gotten stronger! Just this tiny trace of divine power has boosted me so much. If I could devour more of these gods…"

Johnny's heart raced at the thought.

If devouring could truly strengthen both himself and his summoned creatures, then with enough accumulation, the power he could wield would be nothing short of terrifying.

"I was worried earlier that there might be too many guards in this dungeon to deal with. But now... I'm hoping more of them show up!"

A cold glint flashed in Johnny's eyes.

Ever since he inexplicably found himself in this place, the people of Asgard had shown no fairness, no mercy. They had killed him without reason or even the chance to explain. If that's how things were, then strength would be his answer!

Unconsciously, Johnny's mindset had undergone a profound transformation.

The moral rules and constraints that had bound his soul for so long had dissolved. In this chaotic world, where strength was the ultimate language, Johnny had begun his metamorphosis.

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