I'm the Descendant of the Goddess Eat?
Chapter 3: The Old House...

One by one the cardboard began to be opened by Retia using a cutter, removing the possessions she had. Retia's stuff is mostly just a food recipe book, some other fictional Novels that she only read when she was losing Mood learned to cook.

The old house that his grandmother gave him, is quite decent to live in even though there are many things to fix here and there. Dull ceramic— mossy, can still be covered with carpet or ambal. A cracked wall can be covered with posters, cabinets, or calendars.

The bathroom is quite nice, with squat toilets and a stream of clean water from the back well of the house.

Retia wears a mask and gloves that she takes from inside the cardboard. Dragging a broom, also a black plastic bag.

Aunt Zoana said that she had cleaned up a little, but it seemed like only the front room and bathroom. The kitchen and other rooms were not touched at all. His family is always busy with their own world. It is still a good thing that Aunt and her sister are willing to sacrifice precious time for Retia.

Retia first cleaned the room closest to the kitchen to be used as a bedroom. Then clean the kitchen, and the other two rooms are empty.

The day had begun to afternoon, Retia was tired, but the room she needed to clean was still one. The room was a warehouse, inside which were old items such as ontel bikes and tube televisions. In addition, there are many cakes and other cooking utensils such as oil stoves.

Because it was too much, Retia felt that her cleaning should continue tomorrow only and better prepare her room for sleep later tonight. However, seeing so many cooking utensils and books on food reawakened Retia's pale spirit. There were many trophies bearing the name of the Grandmother, and all of them were cooking contests.

Retia recalls a message from her previous aunt, about a book her Grandmother had given her to comfort her. Retia went back to the front room, picked up the book on top of the wooden cabinet, then went back inside the warehouse.

The cover of the book looks very old and musty. While in the back of the page is a photo of a room. The photo was what caught Retia's attention to return to the warehouse.

Retia compares the photo to one corner of the warehouse. Then finally find the appropriate shooting angle, but still feel different. After comparing it over and over again, Retia finally realized that the painting in the photo looks to have a red box at the end, but that is in the room is not there.

Retia approached the painting, and found that the tip of the painting had hinges and was cut into squares with slices so thin that they were only visible when facing directly.

The sliced gap is poked by Retia until it can be pulled. Now it looks exactly like the one in the photo. The red box contained a kind of small lever inside. Then without much thought, Retia immediately pulled the lever firmly.

Nah!

A loud voice sounded from behind the painting. It was like the sound of a locked door being opened, only louder. Curious Retia, trying to take off the painting, finds another room behind it.

Scared, Retia picked up one of the frying pan hanging in the shed, lifted it over the shoulder then took a standby position. Slowly he began to step in, turning his gaze to the left and right, if it turned out that his Grandmother nurtured a Vampire or a hairy burly creature, Retia could directly hit him with a frying pan. Retia seems to still be imagined with the fiction novels that were.

It's quite funny to see a short girl with skinny arms and legs trying to protect herself, especially from her own subconscious.

The room was very spacious, negative thoughts had started to appear in Retia's mind. "Isn't this already too spacious for a medium-sized one-story House?" thought.

Retia reached the end of the room. There was a kind of altar facing a door, on top of which there were candles that had been extinguished and the most cold sweat flowing was a large skull belonging to a kind of lizard. While above the door there was a bright red inscription in the room that was quite dark.

"Be the Queen of Cooking?" read it.

Just as Retia finished her sentence, the room suddenly shook, swords and spears falling to the floor. Retia thought that this was a mild earthquake, although it still felt strange considering she lived in Kalimantan.

The earthquake stopped, the candle was splashed with fire. Light up with its reddish light. Retia retreated to touch the wall. An earthquake is something natural, but a candle that lights itself is clearly not so. The only explanation Retia could think of was supernatural power. After all, in an old house like this, it feels incomplete without the appearance of a ghost or poltergeist disorder.

Retia dared herself to approach the altar again. The light in the candle was a bit strange, not burning, seemingly floating. It is colored as red as blood and smells like burnt basil.

Sure enough, the light was not fire, but a kind of living Orb that had a mind of its own. The small balls floated as Retia tried to touch them. Rather than being afraid, Retia was more amazed and could not believe what she was seeing, "Amazing" she thought.

Orbs began to disperse, scattering towards the corners of the room. Then it moves back to the middle to clash with each other. The balls come together to form a larger and larger ball. A thumping sound rang out clearly in Retia's ear, the ball was about to explode.

Retia covered her face with a frying pan, a second later the big ball exploded— blinding the view. Not getting there, the earthquake began to happen again, the sound of bangs and collisions made Retia standby and feel herself in danger. However, the moans and roars of the Beast, making Retia unable to say anything more, her body frozen stiff. The voice was extremely loud, reminiscent of Retia with a Monster named Godzilla. Even more terrifying, the voice was right beside him— was right behind the altar door.

The voices continued to echo for a dozen minutes later and stopped after a long groan sounded extremely loud, piercing through the hand-covered ears.

Retia who could move her body back, immediately ran towards the painting door, but the door had disappeared. Fear, fret, and restlessness. Everything was fused in his expression.

Retia's only option is to open the door in front of the Altar. If it stays here all that awaits it is to die of hunger. It was enough for him to suffer silly things from continuing to be silent.

Retia opened the door hard, her arms ready to hit anything that tried to get close to her. However, what he saw was neither another room nor the sugar cane garden that surrounded his house. It was a stretch of green grass growing among the rough-skinned trees and a handsome man tying a rope to a winged lizard.

Retia turned her head, the clear blue sky, the charred grass burning, and the handsome man who was now staring back at her with a look of disdain.

"What happened...."

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