Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: Eureka, the Hungry Princess

Once she realized what kind of being stood before her.

The corner of Seraphina Sullivan’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

A sense of foreboding, equal parts absurd and grave, washed over her.

’No way... Not again! In this supposedly fairytale realm, have I run into another god?’

Seraphina pushed down the storm raging inside her.

She forced herself to remain calm.

Her gaze then refocused on the golden-haired man before her—devastatingly handsome, yet radiating an unknown danger.

Eureka, it seemed, took a flicker of interest in Seraphina’s brief daze and her swift return to composure.

A faint smile graced his flawless face—a smile so subtle, yet potent enough to make any young maiden’s heart skip a beat.

He spoke again, his voice cool and clear as he sought to confirm something.

"You’re the new Pastry Chef for the banquet?"

Seraphina’s expression immediately returned to normal.

Even knowing the glowing, handsome man before her was no ordinary person, she maintained a posture that was neither servile nor haughty, her voice steady.

"Yes. I’m the new assistant pastry chef, Seraphina Sullivan. Madame Spider sent me to assist the head chef with dessert creation and quality control."

Her mind raced as she replied.

’Whatever his background, he seems to be a supervisor or some other important figure in the dessert section. At the very least, I can’t afford to offend him. Besides, he hasn’t shown any hostility so far.’

At her words, Eureka nodded slightly. His azure eyes seemed capable of piercing one’s soul, yet they remained as calm as a placid lake.

"Very good."

He uttered two simple words, his gaze sweeping over Seraphina and seeming to linger on her for an extra moment.

Seraphina felt as if he’d seen right through her.

He then turned and walked deeper into the dessert section.

"Come with me. You need to get familiar with your workstation and the main dessert menu for tonight’s banquet. We don’t have much time."

His gait was elegant and composed.

The halo around him swayed gently with his movements, leaving a faint trail of light in his wake.

Seraphina watched his retreating figure, shrouded in a soft halo and so handsome he seemed unreal.

Taking a deep breath, she forcibly suppressed the doubts and wariness churning within her and hurried to catch up.

Along the way, wherever the golden-haired man—whose name she still didn’t know—passed, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Whether it was the tall, blue-skinned giant pastry chefs,

the multi-limbed, insectoid Pastry Chefs,

or the floating Slime confectioners—all of them stopped their work.

They bowed to him respectfully, their faces filled with undisguised awe.

Even the little marshmallow guide who had led her here curled into a ball, shivering as it scurried to the side.

This silent reverence only confirmed Seraphina’s suspicions: this "person’s" status was anything but ordinary.

He might even be superior to Madame Spider, the general manager.

"Excuse me... how should I address you?"

Seraphina asked tentatively, carefully choosing her words.

In a place like this, knowing someone’s name could provide more information and facilitate communication.

The golden-haired man walking ahead didn’t break his stride, merely glancing back over his shoulder.

His perfect profile was thrown into sharp relief by the halo, and his voice was as cool and melodious as before.

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