The old chef’s figure appeared quietly at the pier of Long Island. When he saw the tidal waves that had formed on the lake, he sighed. He thought to himself, ‘There is a road to the heavens but no one wants to walk on it. There are no doors to hell and people still seek their doom. But in this world, whether it is humans or demons, everyone has to pay for their own choices. Everything in this world is preordained.’

Furthermore, he did not have many years left to live. He might not even have a next life, so why would he still be worried about being stained by all this karma? Furthermore, he did not take the initiative to make a move. At most, he acted in self-defense. The gods above could clearly see that and would not blame him.

The old chef flipped his hand and retrieved a golden talisman. The lines on it were messy, like a child’s doodles. However, the moment the talisman appeared, in the deep lake that surrounded Long Island, those water demons that were eager to rush up and kill them suddenly felt fear rise up in their hearts.

The terrifying waves instantly calmed down. One by one, the big demons in the deep lake turned around and ran for their lives. The eagerness in their hearts could not overcome the...