Recap of Previous Chapter:
After being reincarnated in a world run by a sarcastic System, I ended up in a honk-duel with a murderous goose. Villagers thought I was some legendary warrior, when in reality I was a grown man screeching "honk" like a broken trumpet. Just as the goose prepared its Fatal Honk of Doom, the System gave me three choices to survive:
Egg Shield – Block the attack with a giant egg. (Risk: repeat death by choking.)
Honk of Friendship – Befriend the goose. (Success rate: 0.01%.)
Goose Slayer Mode – Triple power for 5 seconds, then collapse like a loser.
I chose… or rather, I thought I chose…
Scene 1: The Wrong Choice
The glowing panels blinked furiously in front of me as the countdown shrieked.
3… 2… 1…
I jabbed my trembling finger at "Goose Slayer Mode."
The System dinged smugly:
[Congratulations, idiot. You've selected: Egg Shield.]
"WHAT?!" I roared. "No, I picked Goose Slayer Mode!"
[Yes. And yet, somehow, with all the grace of a toddler on sugar, you still pressed the big glowing egg icon. Incredible hand-eye coordination.]
The villagers gasped as light burst around me. The air shimmered, feathers swirled, and then—
BOOM!
A gigantic, pristine egg materialized before me. It was three times my size, perfectly white, with an aura that somehow screamed both "divine" and "breakfast."
The crowd dropped to their knees.
"…The Sacred Egg has descended!"
"The Egg God has chosen a vessel!"
"Praise be to the yolk!"
"PRAISE WHAT?!" I shrieked, clinging to the egg as the goose's honk quake bore down on us.
Scene 2: The Clash
HOOOOOOOOOONK!
The goose's ultimate attack slammed into the egg. The shockwave shattered windows, cracked the cobblestones, and flattened anyone standing too close. I braced behind the egg, praying desperately.
CRRRRRRACK!
The egg quivered, fissures spreading across its shell.
"Oh no no no no—"
BOOOOOM!
The egg exploded.
Not into shrapnel. Not into glorious light.
But into steaming, sulfurous egg stink.
The entire village square was engulfed in the stench of rotten breakfast. My nostrils burned. My eyes watered. My will to live evaporated.
"UGH—what the hell—" I gagged, stumbling back as yolk splattered my hair and dripped down my face.
The goose itself staggered, wings flailing as it gagged on the ungodly stench.
The villagers? They were weeping with awe.
"So holy…!"
"The Egg God sacrificed his relic to protect us!"
"Blessed be the sulfur!"
I dropped to my knees, covered in egg goo, face twisted in disgust. "…This is NOT what divinity looks like!"
Scene 3: The System's "Reward"
The System chimed gleefully:
[Ding! Congratulations! You survived imminent death. New Ultimate Skill unlocked: Stinky Omelette.]
[Effect: Release the foulest stench imaginable, capable of repelling beasts and humans alike.]
[Warning: May permanently ruin your reputation, love life, and sense of dignity.]
I spat yolk from my mouth. "Stinky… Omelette…? That's my ultimate skill?!"
[Yes. You are now the legendary flatulent chef of destiny.]
"DELETE IT!" I screamed.
[Error: Delete function not found. Enjoy being an Egg God.]
Scene 4: The Villagers' Devotion
Before I could argue further, the villagers swarmed me.
"Great Egg God, you saved us!"
"You cracked the Divine Shell to shield the unworthy!"
"Truly, you are the Omelette Messiah!"
"I AM NOT—"
They shoved me onto a pedestal (okay, it was just a broken cabbage crate, but still). A dozen hands lifted me up as yolk dripped onto their heads, which they treated like holy blessings.
"Blessed yolk! Bathe us in salvation!"
"Anoint us, Egg God!"
The System was wheezing in my ear.
[Fun fact: They're literally starting a religion around you.]
[Name suggestion: The Holy Yolk Cult.]
"STOP GIVING THEM IDEAS!"
But it was too late. Villagers had already formed a circle, chanting.
"EGG! EGG! EGG!"
The goose, meanwhile, shook itself, fury burning in its eyes. The stink hadn't defeated it—it had only enraged it further.
It honked, louder than ever, the sound rattling the very heavens.
The villagers screamed.
"The Beast still lives!"
"The Egg God must smite it once more!"
They all turned to me, eyes blazing with faith.
"Oh come on—don't look at ME!"
The goose lowered its head. The ground shook as it prepared another charge.
The System chimed sweetly:
[Ding! New Quest unlocked: Defeat the Goose of Doom using only egg-related skills.]
[Reward: +1 Title [Eggsecutor].]
[Failure Penalty: Public execution by goose trampling.]
The goose's wings spread, the villagers screamed for my salvation, and I realized…
I was about to fight to the death with breakfast food.
Cliffhanger
The goose thundered toward me, the crowd chanting "EGG GOD! EGG GOD!" behind me.
Yolk dripped down my face. My only weapon?
The world's stinkiest omelette.
"…I want my old life back," I whispered, raising my hands.
⚡️ Next Chapter Preview — Chapter 4: "Scrambled Destiny" ⚡️
The Goose of Doom charges!
The villagers demand a miracle!
And the System? Oh, it's got another humiliating "egg skill" in store.
Can the Egg God survive Round Two? Or will he be breakfast?
🔥 CTA (Call to Action):
If you laughed, gagged, or questioned your sanity during this chapter—smash that comment, power stone, and add to library! The goose is still hungry, and only your support can keep the Egg God alive. 🥚