Genshin Impact: The God Incarnate

Unbeknownst to Marchosius, all the delicacies Vorthis had presented were actually borrowed from the future and another world called Earth.

"Ehe~!"

"Uhm, um, Brother Zennos, could you, uh, tell me how you managed to materialize all 108 of these dishes?!"

Marchosius' gaze brimmed with a thirst for knowledge.

For the newborn Marchosius, this scene was overwhelmingly impactful.

So it turned out that the God of Manifestation, Zennos, was also deeply passionate about creating food. Though his methods were a bit unconventional...

To Marchosius, this revelation was like discovering a kindred spirit! His eyes grew increasingly fervent.

Uh…

Faced with Marchosius' enthusiasm, Vorthis felt at a loss.

After all, these dishes weren't really his creations; they were simply adaptations from another time and place.

Truth be told, he knew next to nothing about actual cooking techniques.

The most he could do was scramble some eggs with tomatoes.

Scratching his head, Vorthis decided to wing it.

"Uh, these dishes are the result of using the powers of manifestation during my leisure time for research," he said earnestly.

"As the God of Manifestation, I can easily control the flavor and texture of every dish."

"With such low trial-and-error costs, I can just keep trying until I'm satisfied. Failure is nothing to fear; persistence will yield the perfect recipe!"

His serious tone made the statement sound surprisingly credible.

At that moment, Morax couldn't help but suspect Vorthis had spent his time secluded in the palace not to enhance his powers but to experiment with recipes!

After all, Morax had never seen him cook outside the palace.

If so, there was only one plausible explanation—Vorthis must have been conducting his culinary experiments in his training quarters.

In that case, Morax thought, perhaps it was time for a serious conversation.

Strengthening one's power should take priority. How could someone dedicate themselves entirely to cooking?

Then again...

Given Vorthis' current formidable strength, coupled with the presence of Morax, Guizhong, and now Marchosius, the domain protected by these four Gods was unlikely to face any external threats.

Hearing Vorthis' explanation, Marchosius' eyes sparkled even brighter.

A kindred spirit indeed!

Who would have thought the God of Manifestation, Zennos, despite wielding such extraordinary power, approached culinary arts with such earnest dedication?

Surely, each dish on the table had undergone hundreds of failed attempts before reaching this level of perfection!

If Marchosius could learn these recipes and teach them to the people, he could fulfill his grand vision of spreading the joy of cuisine far and wide.

"Ah, so that's how it is!"

"Brother Zennos, your diligence in perfecting every dish is truly inspiring. I have a humble request: could you teach me these recipes? Once I master them, I'll pass them on to the world."

Marchosius' tone was resolute.

Huh?!

Vorthis froze for a moment.

He had no idea what kind of narrative Marchosius had conjured up in his head after hearing his explanation.

But judging by Marchosius' unwavering determination, refusing him now would likely lead to endless pestering.

Was this karma for relentlessly challenging Morax to chess games in the past?

The problem was...

Vorthis didn't actually know how to prepare any of these dishes.

Which brought him to the pressing question: how could he teach Marchosius something he didn't know?

Deep in thought, Vorthis pondered a solution.

"Vorthis, I think Marchosius' suggestion is excellent," Guizhong chimed in.

"Given your straightforward nature, why not share these recipes with Marchosius?"

"As the God of the Stove, Marchosius could then introduce these culinary delights to the people of Guizoli."

Guizhong's perspective seemed perfectly reasonable.

If these exquisite dishes remained inaccessible, enjoyed solely by Gods, it would indeed be a great waste.

...Seriously? Even Guizhong was chiming in now?

Vorthis felt cornered—pushed to the edge of despair.

But wait!

A brilliant idea struck him.

Given Marchosius' remarkable talent for filling in the gaps with his imagination, why not let him figure it out on his own?

After all, as the saying goes: "A teacher opens the door; the student must walk through it."

Surely, Marchosius, with his intellect, would succeed.

"Hmm, Marchosius' suggestion does have merit," Vorthis said thoughtfully.

"When the time comes, I'll share these recipes with you."

"However, it will be a challenging process. Are you prepared for that, Marchosius?"

Without hesitation, Marchosius nodded firmly. His passion for culinary arts burned brightly.

"No matter how difficult, if it means bringing joy to people's homes through food, any effort will be worth it!"

In his mind, Marchosius was already envisioning a future where families gathered around warm, delicious meals, their laughter filling the air—a world brimming with happiness and harmony.

"Good! I'll do my best to help you achieve that," Vorthis said with a smile.

"But for now, let's focus on finishing this feast. Once the dishes get cold, their flavor will be compromised."

"Everyone, dig in!"

At Vorthis' urging, the group eagerly picked up their chopsticks and immersed themselves in the hundred and eight dishes before them.

It took the four Gods over two hours, amidst laughter and conversation, to finish the meal.

During the banquet, they discussed many topics with Marchosius.

By the end, Morax and Guizhong had grown more impressed with Marchosius' ideals.

His ambition to spread culinary joy aligned closely with their shared goal of improving the lives of Guizoli's people.

After the meal, the four Gods—including the newly inducted Marchosius—entered the Liyue Palace.

Having never seen the palace before, Marchosius was left speechless.

Upon learning that Vorthis was both the architect of Liyue Palace and the designer of Guizoli City, Marchosius' admiration for Zennos grew even deeper.

The God of Manifestation was truly versatile—not only a culinary master but also an exceptional architect.

His praises for Zennos were endless, flowing like an unbroken stream or a river in flood, impossible to contain.