Sir System had placed Black Pot, no, Mr. Culinary God, in a room on the second floor of the hotel.
The area here was very spacious, vastly different from the prison next door.
This was no mere hotel, it was a five-star hotel.
It had three rooms, two halls, two bathrooms, fully equipped with TV, phone, computer, and had all the necessities including electricity, water, and network access, plus daily housekeeping services.
Of course, such treatment was still eons apart with the sort of treatment received by the Culinary God in the Upper Realm.
However, the most valuable thing about the place was that it was a safe haven, a place that could not be discovered by the Saints.
This was what pleased the Culinary God the most, to be able to reach the position of a god, one must always be prepared to adopt measures suited to the situation and adapt.
Except when it came to those senseless, chaotic demons and devils of course.
