Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Effect and Distant Rescue

Seraphina Sullivan worked deftly, her process methodical and clear.

After all, from living alone before the apocalypse, cooking was a basic skill for her.

She wasn’t the type to shy away from getting her hands dirty.

When all the steps were complete, she poured the paste-like mixture of mashed potatoes and Energy Crystal Stone Powder into the pot.

As she added a suitable amount of water and began to simmer it over a low flame, a strange change occurred.

The once-ordinary mixture in the pot began to emit an indescribable, faint fragrance as it heated—a blend of the rich aroma of potatoes and a certain fresh energy.

What was even more stunning was that the surface of the thick soup began to emit a soft, continuous, moon-like white glow.

"Did we tune into the wrong channel?"

Looking at the pot of self-illuminating potato soup, Seraphina Sullivan couldn’t help but facepalm and complain.

"This doesn’t fit the theme! Where’s the post-apocalyptic survival aesthetic I signed up for? How did it suddenly turn into a cooking show? And you’re even throwing glowing food at me?!"

Despite her griping, Seraphina Sullivan’s hands never stopped moving.

She carefully turned off the heat.

Then, with a clean ladle, she served a bowl of the alluringly glowing [Growth Potatoes Recovery Soup] to everyone: her pets—Moe, Flora, Ruby, and Chubbs and Tubbs—who had gathered around eagerly, and even Sean Chandler, who was still diligently kneading dough for buns.

Even Seraphina Sullivan herself couldn’t resist her curiosity and picked up a bowl.

The pearly white glow illuminated her face.

The rich aroma and the gentle fluctuations of Energy it contained all pointed to how extraordinary this soup was.

Everyone was eager to taste it, to find out what a dish documented by the "God of Cuisine"—one that glowed on its own—actually tasted like, and what kind of magical Effect it had.

Seraphina Sullivan carefully lifted the bowl of "Zengzeng Recovery Soup," which radiated a warm, gentle halo.

She brought it to her lips, blew on it gently, and then took a small sip.

The first taste was the expected soft and smooth texture of potato soup, with the simple aroma of the vegetable itself. The flavor wasn’t particularly amazing—just decent.

However, as the warm soup slid down her throat and into her Stomach Bag, a wondrous sensation began to spread.

It was as if her entire body was immersed in a hot spring of the perfect temperature. A gentle, persistent warmth spread from her abdomen to her limbs, dispelling deep-seated fatigue and bringing an indescribable sense of comfort and relaxation.

The feeling was intoxicating. After one sip, she couldn’t help but want a second, then a third... as if her body was instinctively craving this nourishment.

And so, enveloped in that warm, comfortable feeling, Seraphina Sullivan unknowingly drank the entire bowl of soup.

Only when the bowl was empty did she snap back to her senses.

She patted her cheeks. "Wait! I was so focused on how comfortable it felt, what about the soup’s recovery effect?"

Seraphina Sullivan immediately focused on her own condition.

The deep-seated exhaustion accumulated from the successive fierce battles and high mental stress in the Death Arena was now completely gone!

Not only did her body feel as refreshed as if she’d had a good night’s sleep, but her mind also felt clear and sharp, her thoughts much more active.

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