Kneel Before the Pizza – Eden Farm Located
I'm writing this post because I'm seriously dumbfounded. A post with 5k dislikes wins? Is this a vote? Is this democracy? If the boss was just gonna do whatever he wants, why hold a contest at all? What's wrong with my Even the Demon King Wants Another Slice that makes it worse than that Atonement Slice! I'm heading to HQ right now for a one-man protest. I'm lying down with a pizza box, so don't try to stop me.
Holy Church, the saintess's private chambers.
"Ehehehe... heheheh!"
White toes poked out from under the blanket, kicking the air wildly. Isha von Estel clutched her smartphone to her chest and rolled around on the bed like a giddy child.
The words Winner: OneFlowerLily blazed on the screen. The dopamine rush hit harder than clearing an S-grade gate.
"Did you see that! See? My vibe totally nailed it!"
Her lips stretched ear-to-ear, refusing to come down. Haters could scream all they wanted—what mattered was that she was the boss's pick.
"As expected of Lee Han... no, Boss. He knows his stuff. Got some real literary taste."
She lay there basking in victory, grinning like an idiot.
Knock knock.
"Eep!"
Isha reflexively shoved her phone under the pillow and snapped into seiza position. Her face switched to saintess mode in a miracle of speed.
"Wh-what is it?"
"Saintess. This is Estel Knights First Battalion Commander."
A grave voice seeped through the door from outside.
"Come in."
The door opened, and the first battalion commander in silver armor entered. Armed knights lined up behind him, every eye bloodshot with fury.
"Preparations for deployment are complete, Saintess!"
"...Pardon? Deployment? Did a gate open?"
"No! To judge the heretics!"
The battalion commander pulled a crumpled scrap of paper from his breastplate. It was the fragment of Isha's interrogation notes—scribbled in rage while reading hate comments, then tossed in the trash.
"Priest Yohan found it while emptying the bin. The repentance target list you wrote yourself!"
The paper lay on his cupped palms.
Anon (118.235) - Lingchi execution.
PizzaVillain - Hack in half.
And so on.
Isha's crooked handwriting glared back accusingly.
"These worm-like scum who dared disturb your peace! We've traced their IPs. We'll show them the taste of the holy sword right now!"
"......."
Isha's face drained of color.
That was just... a heat-of-the-moment doodle.
Embarrassment crashed over her like a tsunami.
"N-no! That's not it!"
"Don't stop us! We know your mercy, Saintess, but evil must be uprooted!"
"Please!"
Isha waved her hands frantically.
"That list... it's the souls that came to me during prayer, the ones I need to save! Not for judgment... I wrote it to pray for them!"
"Pr... prayer?"
"Yes. Hate the sin, not the sinner. Didn't I always emphasize that?"
Isha forced a serene smile, sweating bullets inside.
"I've already forgiven them. So sheath your swords."
"Ahh......."
The battalion commander and knights exchanged moved glances, eyes welling up.
"Embracing even those who mocked you... Your compassion shines brighter than ever."
"Forgive our narrow minds!"
The knights dropped to their knees in unison.
Isha sighed in relief, patting her chest.
Phew... That was close.
Priest Yohan burst in, panting.
"Saintess! It's here! The... thing!"
Several large boxes in Yohan's hands. A savory aroma instantly conquered the solemn Holy Church hallway.
"From Lee Han... the contest prize."
Gulp.
The knights' throats bobbed in sync.
"Wh-what unholy stench!"
"Snap out of it! It's their mental attack!"
Ignoring them, Isha's eyes locked on the boxes. She took one with feigned solemnity.
"Good work, everyone. This is... resupply for a special directive I issued."
"Special directive?"
"Know your enemy and know yourself, win every battle. We analyze their food to find weaknesses."
Isha opened the box. Steam billowed up. Crimson pepperoni flowers bloomed.
She handed out slices to the knights.
"It'll be tough... but we endure. Eat and analyze. That's an order."
"S-Saintess!"
The knights took the slices with grim resolve. Humiliation of eating a criminal's food—but if it's her command, they'd drink poison.
"We'll eat!"
Crunch.
The battalion commander bit first. His brow furrowed... then his pupils dilated.
"......!"
Munch munch. Gulp.
"Th-this taste?"
Not greasy, but spicy. Not just salty—chewy dough. A holy hymn echoed in their mouths.
"Ahem! Clever poison from those bastards. Can't stop!"
"Commander! My hand's moving on its own! Grabbed another slice!"
"This torture... I can endure forever!"
The knights devoured the pizza through tears.
Isha smiled warmly, but inside fretted over her shrinking share. With leisurely grace, she bit into hers.
Yep... this is the taste.
That afternoon, Saintess Isha von Estel powered through double-intensity training. Yohan watched her swing the holy sword until no scarecrows remained.
"Saintess, aren't you overdoing it? Pizza analysis side effects...?"
"No."
Isha wiped sweat, brushing off his worry.
"Just digesting. Gotta empty the tank... to eat more."
Her eyes gleamed with greed.
Lee Han. I'll hit you with massive economic revenge. As long as my stomach allows, I'll devour your shop's foundation.
One stone, two birds. Belly full, enemy bled dry.
[Photo]
The shop sign really changed to Atonement Slice. Font's some serious old-script style. Everyone passing by stares lol. But the smell is insane. Look at that line.
Seoul outskirts. Pizza shop, Atonement Slice.
"Phone call! VIP customer!"
Adel yelled from the monitor. I cleared my throat and picked up.
"Hello, Atonement Slice."
- ......Hello.
A nasal, disguised voice from the receiver. But my ears weren't fooled. Isha von Estel.
- Can I... order?
"Yes, ma'am. What'll it be?"
- Um... lifetime sub holder here.
"Ah, OneFlowerLily, right?"
- ......!
A sharp inhale from the other end.
- D-don't call me that. Just... VIP please.
"Got it, VIP. What today?"
- The... most expensive. All toppings. Lots.
"Roger. 30 minutes."
Click. Phone down, I bellowed like the shop would fly away.
"Order in! Isha... er, VIP! All hands to stations!"
"Yes, boss!"
"Got it, boss!"
Red Skulls and Black Moon First Branch—once mortal enemies—now united under pizza.
"Dough team! Stretch!"
"Sauce team! Salt check!"
Ex-gangster Dokki hurled dough skyward. His brute strength made it chewier than machines.
"Boss! Elasticity perfect!"
Beside him, ex-drug chef Kim Sil-jang pipetted sauce precisely.
"Tomato acidity 3.5! Sweetness 12 Brix! Golden ratio!"
"Good. Excellent."
Adel stood at final checkpoint, arms crossed.
"Last gate's me. Tasteless? Trashed."
A test slice offered. She chewed gravely.
Gulp.
Everyone held breath.
"Pass."
Adel thumbs-upped.
"Approved! Delivery go!"
Vroooom!
Custom delivery bike roared out.
As always, the road wasn't smooth.
"Stop! Hand over the pizza, keep your life!"
Thugs with steel pipes blocked the alley—pizza bandits amid pepperoni shortage.
"Hah... so busy."
Ex-Red Skull delivery guy sighed, doffing helmet. Red skull tattoo writhed on his neck.
"You know whose pizza this is? For the Saintess. Dare touch the holy relic?"
Thwack! Pow! Crash!
Thugs knelt in neat rows. He set the box on their raised hands, retied his laces.
"Never covet pizza again."
"S-sorry! Never again!"
True lesson learned.
Saw on Insta, it's a challenge now. When Atonement Slice delivers, kneel at the door and receive with both hands—national rule. Delivery guy asks "Will you uphold the sacred pizza?" You say "I shall." lololol If not, no delivery rumor.
Back at the shop after cleanup, in the abandoned factory. A hectic day winding down.
I checked settlements, grinning. Antonio deal and gallery viral—funds exploding.
"Lee Han."
Black Rose rushed into the office, urgent. No playful vibe. Tablet in hand trembled faintly.
"Found it."
"...!"
I set down the ledger. Black Rose pulled up the map.
Gwacheon, Gyeonggi. Quiet mountainside farm—peaceful organic on surface. But Adel's planted chips screamed red alert.
Pizza op worked.
"Eden Farm. Where the elder hides."