Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

The five-colored mutant python watched as William approached with a chef's knife in hand, resembling a farmer ready to harvest ripe vegetables.

The mighty five-colored mutant python, a dominant force on Mount Olympus, had now become mere ingredients on a chopping board.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to chop off a bit of your tail," William said as he walked over to the python's tail, wielding the chef's knife. He prodded along the python's body with his fingers, searching for the tastiest spot.

Such a large python was more than he and Silas could eat, so naturally, he chose the most delicious part.

The five-colored mutant python watched the chef's knife in William's hand, harboring a sliver of hope that such a simple weapon couldn't possibly harm it. It believed the knife would surely break against its tough skin.

Its scales were impervious to water and fire, resistant to blades, and extremely tough. How could an ordinary knife cut through?

Perhaps after a few unsuccessful attempts to cut it, William would give up. Wouldn't that be great?

"Right here!"

William's finger landed on a spot on the tail of the five-colored mutant python. "Don't worry, it won't hurt at all, and there won't even be any blood."

His words sounded eerily like something a player might say to coax a young girl.

The five-colored mutant python's eyes widened as it stared at William.

Then, with a swift motion, William's knife flashed, and a small section of the python's tail was cleanly cut off without any blood, the wound cauterizing instantly.

"..." The five-colored mutant python's mouth hung open in disbelief.

What happened to its supposedly invincible defense?

In front of William's chef's knife, why did it feel as fragile as paper?

It couldn't understand that in the presence of a powerhouse like William, there was no such thing as absolute defense.

As for the quality of the chef's knife?

William could have split the five-colored mutant python in two with a straw if he wanted to.

Silas watched with wide eyes.

Mr. Johnson, you're so powerful!

If only he could be as formidable as Mr. Johnson one day.

William had cut a piece of the tail, and logically, the tough snake skin wouldn't be something a normal person could chew through, but William skillfully separated the skin first.

Snake skin was the soul of this dish,how could he throw it away?

Silas watched as the snake skin floated mid-air, enveloped in a sphere of water that washed it clean.

"Magic isn't just for killing. It can be very useful in everyday life," William always believed that cooking was the proper use for magic.

For instance, if ordinary fire was used, it wouldn't bring out the right flavor in the snake skin.

In Silas's view, as the water sphere disappeared, a gentle flame enveloped the snake skin, which began to sizzle and emit a barbecue aroma.

The five-colored mutant python trembled as it smelled the aroma,the flames in the air could easily roast it to perfection.

William didn't care what the five-colored mutant python thought. He roasted the skin to a golden brown, withdrew the divine fire, and then cut it into small pieces, sprinkled homemade seasoning on it, and served it to Silas.

"Try this," William was generally kind to children, much like how most elderly people enjoy the company of young ones.

Silas had suffered under Damien's abuse for years. Despite his Divine Constitution, his body was riddled with hidden ailments that needed treatment to recover.

The snake skin roasted by divine fire could heal the injuries inside Silas's body. After tasting a piece, besides finding it delicious and chewy, he felt a warm surge throughout his body.

In the post-apocalyptic world, Silas usually ate mutated rat meat, and Damien even threw him raw rat meat regularly.

Compared to his time with Damien, being with William was like moving from hell to heaven.

He silently vowed to himself to stay by Mr. Johnson's side and become as powerful as him.

"Eat slowly,this is just the appetizer."

As a chef, tasting his own cooking was a basic practice for William. The five-colored mutant python's skin was chewy and flavorful without being greasy.

But of course, the snake meat was the real delicacy. The peeled and cleaned snake meat was translucent like white jade, its beautiful marbling making it look even more appetizing.

William followed the marbling as he cut the snake meat, marinated it with various spices, and then sat down himself.

"Would you like a drink?" William then took out a glass bottle from his space storage ring and placed it in front of Silas.

His ring contained countless items, and this glass bottle held nectar from hundreds of thousands of years ago—a truly fine drink that couldn't be described by mere adjectives.

Legend had it that a single drop could extend a normal person's life by ten years, though it wasn't quite that miraculous in reality,at most, it could transform one's physique. Moreover, a normal person might die from the overwhelming power if their body couldn't absorb it.

To William, nectar had no taste,he'd rather drink vodka.

But Silas, with his Divine Constitution, could handle the nectar without any issues, and this particular bottle, having been stored by William for hundreds of thousands of years, had improved effects.

Silas looked at the glass bottle in front of him without a second thought, grabbed it, and started chugging.

In just a moment, Silas felt a comforting sensation throughout his bones, as if filled with strength.

"Now try the Fireball Spell again," William was quite relaxed, as the snake meat still needed to marinate for at least half an hour. There was no rush. After drinking the nectar, Silas underwent a significant transformation, fully activating the potential of his Divine Constitution and achieving perfect harmony with the surrounding natural energy.

"Okay!" Silas responded, stood up, and focused on the five-

colored mutant python. He quickly made a gesture, and his hands burst into a brilliant light.

"Fireball Spell!"

As Silas shouted, a golden flame struck the five-colored mutant python, sparking a burst of fire.

The five-colored mutant python was numb by now. Silas's Fireball Spell hadn't caused any real damage, but it didn't dare to flee!

It stayed motionless, like a statue.

Watching others eat its skin and meat, it dared not express its anger and had to remain a target...

This was truly an unpleasant experience.

"When you find that feeling, try shouting 'Fireball Spell,'" William instructed. "It's just about converting the natural energy around you. Eventually, you won't even need the magical gestures; just a thought, and the spell will release itself!"

William didn't want Silas to learn just the superficial aspects of magic—that would be too boring!

Silas, hearing William's words, frowned slightly in thought, then made a gesture and launched a fireball.

He was learning fast!

Much better than that fool Alice!

"Keep going,the snake meat will take a while longer." William busied himself with various seasonings, satisfied with Silas's performance, and let him continue freely.