That's right, he is...
The young man before them scratched his head, slightly embarrassed as he spoke.
"Uh... my name is Marchosius, the God of the Stove, born from the sparks of friction when people cook."
"And in this city, the atmosphere of smoke and fire is the most abundant within hundreds of miles, so I was naturally attracted here."
"Seeing people rack their brains to adjust the taste of food, as the God of the Stove, I have quite a bit of insight into food preparation, so I couldn't help but start teaching."
"I know it was presumptuous of me to enter your domain without permission."
"I'm sorry, please forgive my impudence. I won't do it again next time."
The God of the Stove, Marchosius, had an apologetic look on his face.
The God of the Stove?
Born from the sparks of cooking?
The ways in which gods are born are all peculiar.
But the birth of Marchosius, the God of the Stove, is particularly unique.
Morax, who stood there, could not feel any hostility from Marchosius; instead, he seemed quite sincere.
"I see, teaching your people more techniques for making delicious food... That should be a good thing."
"I should be the one thanking you," Morax said with a smile, hiding his face with his sleeve.
"Indeed, in general, that is the case."
"People nowadays no longer lack food, but the variety is too limited, and they lack enough culinary skills."
"Over time, if they only eat one or two types of food, even a god might get bored."
Morax stroked his chin and thoughtfully pondered.
The common people aren't like Zennos, who can easily manifest numerous dishes with his power. According to Morax's observations, each dish contains multiple different seasonings.
With the aid of these seasonings, combined with unknown cooking techniques and the chef's heartfelt intent, a dish can be carefully crafted.
"This is indeed a problem," Morax concluded.
"The solution to this is simple."
"One approach would be to increase the variety of foods, allowing people to enjoy a wider range of dishes, which will prevent them from getting tired of the same thing."
"Another method, like Marchosius's approach, would be to teach people more cooking skills."
"In this way, the people can improve their culinary skills and make a variety of dishes with different flavors."
Guizhong analyzed seriously.
Morax thought that Guizhong's point made a lot of sense.
However... the skills needed for food preparation, whether for him or for Guizhong, were not their area of expertise.
It seems they would have to trouble Zennos to manifest more different types of food.
Vorthis glanced at Marchosius, then looked at Morax.
He had an idea.
He was preparing to recruit Marchosius into their great Guizoli City.
Let's work together! Great God!
"Yes, Guizhong is right," Vorthis said with a confident smile.
"The problem with food variety is something I can easily solve."
Coming from a food powerhouse nation on Earth, he could come up with hundreds of different fruits and vegetables with little difficulty, even if a thousand types might be tough. But a hundred types? That's no problem.
"However, without the help of culinary skills, without knowing how to use seasonings and spices, one still can't make tasty dishes."
"Just relying on the flavor of the food itself would probably be quite difficult."
Vorthis said with a smile.
Seeing Vorthis's confident expression, Guizhong immediately knew that he likely had a solution.
So, she asked Vorthis, "Vorthis, do you have any good solutions?"
Vorthis smiled and said, "Of course."
Vorthis turned his gaze to Marchosius.
Morax and Guizhong followed Vorthis's gaze, focusing on Marchosius as well.
"The key lies in Marchosius, the God of the Stove."
"Born from the sparks of cooking, Marchosius has many techniques for food preparation."
"In my view, Marchosius is particularly skilled in this area."
"If the God of the Stove, Marchosius, can join us in Guizoli City, he will undoubtedly become a huge asset for our city's well-being!"
Upon hearing Vorthis's words, Morax finally understood.
So this kid had his sights set on the God of the Stove, Marchosius.
But could they directly ask Marchosius to join their ranks?
The intention seemed too obvious.
Wasn't this asking Marchosius to serve Guizoli City?
Gods all have their own dignity.
As the saying goes, "A true man, born between heaven and earth, how can he live under others for long?"
Vorthis was still his usual self, speaking recklessly, which made the request feel quite presumptuous.
But the problem was not significant.
In the presence of the three gods, Marchosius was weak. Even if he felt offended, he likely wouldn't dare show it.
After hearing Vorthis's words, Marchosius also showed a surprised expression.
Generally, no god would easily accept an outsider.
But this manifested god, Zennos, had extended an invitation to him right from the start.
It was truly unexpected.
But despite the surprise, Marchosius couldn't help but feel a little happy inside.
As he had mentioned before, within hundreds, even thousands, of miles, only Guizoli City had such a rich atmosphere of smoke and fire.
Furthermore, people here no longer lacked food and had the time and energy to improve their cooking skills.
For Marchosius, this was a perfect place to fulfill his grand ambitions!
If he could really stay here, Marchosius would be more than willing!
"The God of the Stove, Marchosius, Vorthis meant no offense. If you don't want to leave, you don't have to. Please don't worry about it," Guizhong said apologetically.
"Leave?"
Leave?
Why would he leave?
I don't want to leave!
"Uh... I didn't feel offended."
"I can really stay? I'm willing to share all my culinary skills with the people of Guizoli," Marchosius said.
Hmm?
At this moment, both Guizhong and Morax slowly raised a question mark.
Why did Marchosius not feel offended? Why did he choose to stay?
Had their understanding of gods been wrong?
Impossible, that's definitely not it!
"Of course you can stay! Don't worry about what Guizhong and Morax think. I, the manifested god Zennos, represent their approval!"
"From now on, Marchosius, you'll be the fourth god of Guizoli City!"
Upon hearing Marchosius's words, Vorthis smiled broadly, his face lighting up. Without waiting for Guizhong and Morax to react, he eagerly agreed to Marchosius's request.
Seeing Vorthis's actions, Morax couldn't help but feel helpless.
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How could they so hastily let an unknown god join their ranks like this?
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However, it's not a big problem.
Based on his perception, the God of the Stove, Marchosius, should be a newly born God.
Marchosius, the God of the Stove, hasn't existed for long.
He is a God born from the sparks created when people cook.
At the same time, he is close to humans and is willing to teach them all the skills he knows about food preparation.
It seems he isn't a God with a bad temperament.
With such a God joining Guizoli, it will certainly bring great improvements to the people's livelihoods there.
It's a good thing.
After Vorthis gave his verbal approval, Marchosius turned his gaze to Morax and Guizhong.
Marchosius knew that there were three Gods in Guizoli city. Since these three Gods were of equal status, if he wanted to join, he still needed the permission of the other two.
Both of them felt the fiery gaze from Marchosius.
Morax carefully considered the pros and cons of allowing the God of the Stove to join.
Finally, he looked at Marchosius and said seriously.
"Alright, since Zennos has agreed, I won't refuse either."
"In the future, the God of the Stove, Marchosius, will be one of us in Guizoli."
Since Morax had agreed, Guizhong naturally had no objections.
She herself leaned toward allowing Marchosius to join Guizoli.
For the better future of Guizoli, she was willing to contribute her own strength!
"Mm, welcome to the team, Marchosius."
"We'll be one big family now," Guizhong said with a smile.
After receiving everyone's approval, Marchosius showed a very excited and happy smile.
He knew he was one step closer to achieving his great goal.
Guizoli City would be the starting point for him to spread his culinary skills to the world!
"Thank you, thank you."
"One day, I will spread delicious food across the world, and make everyone smile with happiness and satisfaction!"
Marchosius said with great determination.
This was his ultimate goal in life!
Now that a new partner had joined, it was time for a celebration.
Vorthis added a chair to the Cloud Pavilion.
Each chair had a name written on it.
Here sat Vorthis, here sat Morax, here sat Guizhong, and here sat...?
As Vorthis wrote the fourth name, he hesitated, unable to act on his manifesting power.
Everyone had used their worldly names.
But Marchosius had four characters in his name—wouldn't adding it break the rhythm?
Perhaps "Marchos" or "Sius"?
But that felt awkward.
Could he just carve "Guoba" (crispy rice) on the chair?
"What's wrong, Vorthis?" Guizhong asked, seeing Vorthis hesitate, a bit puzzled.
Morax and Marchosius also looked over.
Vorthis shrugged, slightly helpless, and said, "Sigh, Guizhong, Morax, look."
"On these three chairs, I've carved our names: Vorthis, Morax, and Guizhong."
"But Marchosius doesn't have a name carved. If I carve his four-character name, wouldn't that seem odd? It might disrupt the special flavor of the Cloud Pavilion."
?
Morax slowly raised an eyebrow, thinking, "Disrupt the flavor of the Cloud Pavilion?"
"It's just a name, isn't it?"
However, Morax understood what Vorthis was trying to do.
This seemed familiar.
Last time, Morax had chosen a worldly name for himself: Morax.
So this time, it seemed it was Marchosius's turn.
Marchosius wasn't the later "Guoba" (crispy rice), so he was smart enough to understand Vorthis's implication.
But when it came to naming himself...
He wasn't very good at it.
Marchosius scratched his head and looked at Vorthis.
"Well, if we carve 'Marchosius' on it, it would be a bit out of place."
"But naming is not my forte."
"Every time I have to name a dish, I agonize over it for months before settling on a name I like."
"So, could you help me come up with one?"
Huh?
So it turns out that Marchosius also had a naming problem.
It's terrifying that it took him months to come up with a name!
But from another perspective, this showed Marchosius's serious attitude toward food.
His focus and dedication to every dish reflected a craftsman's spirit.
Therefore, spending months thinking about a name made more sense now.
It made sense—perfect sense.
Vorthis rubbed his chin, thinking. He wasn't particularly good with names either.
After thinking for a while, and seeing that Morax and Guizhong hadn't spoken up, it seemed they wanted him to decide.
Ah, he should have never brought this up. Marchosius seemed fine as he was.
Finally, Vorthis decided to just go with it.
Earlier, the God of the Stove, in order to integrate into Guizoli and teach his culinary skills to humans, had transformed into a human form.
Marchosius's youthful appearance had sharp features, his eyes were deep and bright, showing intelligence and determination.
His lips were gently curved upwards, giving off a warm and friendly atmosphere.
Overall, Marchosius's youthful image was full of energy and showed his sunny and positive personality traits.
How about we call him...
"Marchosius, what do you think of the name Hu An?" Vorthis said with a smile.
(Hu An means Radiant Peace.)
Hu An?
Marchosius didn't have many opinions on the worldly name.
As long as it wasn't unpleasant to hear, it was fine.
"Sure, then from now on, my worldly name will be Hu An," Marchosius nodded and said