Work and pleasure should never be mixed, Rake grabbed another quote from the bright minds of his predecessors and heeded their sage advice rigidly.

"What do you want?" Rake's thoughts were disrupted by the harsh words of the most beautiful woman among his summons.

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Time to earn your pay. He concluded as he observed the cold guise of his strongest ally.

"I want you to go outside and entice customers in. I want to have people going in by the dozens in the first hour. Do anything necessary to make it possible."

"Can i use force?" Lilith smiled with relish.

"Can she?" Rake threw the question out to someone else.

"Negative, host. The Ultimate Cooking System does not and shall never force customers to eat in our establishment.

Either they do it out of their own free will or their purchases will be invalidated from the cash count." Rake frowned after he heard the system's response.

"Oh well. Can't win them all." he sighed.

"You can't use force or influence them in any way to buy our food here. Just be..." sexy and alluring. Rake had wanted to add but he didn't want to appear as callous and confirm what Lilith thought of him.

"...be what?" the woman raised one of her eyebrows while she waited for Rake to finish his words.

"Just bring me customers." Rake ended his words and took the coward's way out. He vanished from the scene and nursed his swollen member down with a few handy ice in the cooking area.

It seemed like he will have to get used to this lifestyle from tonight onwards.

"What a weird guy." Lilith muttered when she saw the disappearing act of Rake.

Though she really did not like to follow such a weak man but as she had no choice in the matter, Lilith could only lament in silence. And with this acceptance, she recalled the figure of a smiling man.

"That trickster!" Lilith mused in hate as her feet echoed out into the large expanse of the halls. The sea of women parted before her and none had the nerve to speak nor even looked badly at her way.

Though she could probably not kill anyone in here without the consent of the man called Rake Stevens but death was a sweet escape in comparison to the myriad of torment she could do to those who would invite her ire.

"Fresh air at last." Lilith took a deep breath and was mesmerized by the setting sun.

Watching the sunset was always one of her pastimes before. She would have wanted to look at it more but even as she stilled, her mouth opened not of her own volition.

"CUSTO..." Lilith held the shameful shout in time. Damn! Let's make it quick then, she relented.

"BOOM!" the peace and calm was shattered by a deafening explosion. The darkening sky shied away to the advent of a blinding light. And the salvos of shocking bombings did not halt at one piece.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!" it continued on until the first responders got to the scene of chaos.

* * *

In the deepest pits of some unknown tomb, sat an aged man. He wore lavish garments as his cultivator's robe shone in magnificence even in his static repose.

It could not be told how long he had maintained this position.

A day.

A year.

A century.

A millennium.

A couple of millennia.

Only the man knew for certain because time and most peoples around the world had already forgotten his name and legend.

But the lids that had not opened for unholy amounts of time, parted in all suddenness.

Golden radiance shone from his eyes and after a breath, he looked towards the east with the commotion the ensued right this very second.

"FLASH!" a single breath of span and he was there, then he was not.

* * *

"Hello there, my Lady! Can you please stop that noise now? We're here, aren't we? Why have you called?" a man who was dressed on ragged clothes asked.

In his left hand was a large jug and it seemed heavy with the copious liquid contents inside it.

He was clearly a beggar and a drunkard on the streets as even the stink on his flesh was distinguishable with how far away he was from the object of his words.

"........." but the lady in question merely looked at him once and chose to ignore him.

The constant rumble of the heavens and its corresponding showers of light continued to disturb everyone below its height.

"HAHAHA! Your trick is indeed effective, old Mu! All women would be left speechless with how dashing you look tonight." laughed a kingly man.

This one was a gigantic male specimen as he dwarfed anyone else on the scene.

"SHUT YOUR FOUL MOUTH, YOU ROTT...!"

"BANG!" Old Mu retorted but the rest of his words were eaten up by the earsplitting sound that arrived. The ground shook with yet another entry of a majestic man.

This was the one from the tombs before and he looked around the people on the place with keen eyes.

"You are late, Symour." commented an armored man. Same as everyone else in the field, his identity was a grand as he looked.

"I didn't know that this was a race, Acheron." Symour replied with a cold voice. It seemed like his words alone could freeze even the hottest stars in the void.

"Hey, you two. Is this how you greet each other after millions of years? You should make peace and kiss the woes of yesterday away." Old Mu interrupted as he chugged one pull at the liquor in his hands.

"That will happen after forever ends." Acheron gazed at Symour with vivid hate on his face.

"It's only a woman. You could find a thousand of them in..." the harmless argument continued as people kept coming in droves.

* * *

"This should be fine." Lilith thought as she witnessed the crowd that surrounded her form. There were thousands, if not more. And the number kept on rising by the second.