Wesley felt bullied, no scammed!
Who needs a recipe book when there is absolutely no one around to try the recipes?
He flipped through the book, and even the recipes happened to be altered. The whole of it. The whole book was vandalized!
A particular Mead recipe that had ingredients like honey wine and some spices were cancelled so badly the words were almost unrecognizable, and then the criminal who cancelled it, wrote bolded with a lightening permanent pen absurd ingredients.
A drop of Zeus's Tears..
A Blackbell Onion..
A Venom from Qubez, one of the snakes of Medusa's Hair..
A Grain of Spice Rice from Inari's Heavenly Garden..
"!!!"
Whoever did this to this book was not just a criminal but was also a fool!
No common ingredients, none ever heard, none even real. Where was anyone supposed to get a black onion? Zeus's Tears...? Wesley didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He just kept flipping, with deep contempt in his heart. The universe was playing him a big cruel joke. Just few moments ago, he was excited that he was in a fantasy world. Haha, jokes on him, there exist another world with absurd ingredients like spice Rice.
Wesley stopped flipping when he saw a recipe for memory loss and another for memory trapping in two very different pages.
One can loss their memories by taking the broth, and then that memory lost can be trapped and kept safe. It was interesting.
Wesley looked at the ingredients. Red sand, heated water, black wood could trap your lost memories but the ingredients for loosing the memories were absurd yet again.
He noticed that the tree ingredients for trapping the memories all exist inside the tavern.
Sand, particularly red sand, was in a flat wooded plate surface by the counter. Water was in the barrel and could be heated with the candle-iron boiler stove. Black wood.. the cup he had drank from before was made of very dark black wood, he had wondered where such wood came from.
"I would be damned if I don't try this out. But don't I have to lose a memory to trap one?"
Wesley thought for a while until he felt like... Shouldn't be have had memories of this body and his past life after reincarnating here?
What if the owner of this body made himself lose his memory and then trapped it somewhere?
Hence, the search for the trapped memories began!
It took Wesley not much time to find the trapped memories locked in a black wood jar just under the counter table. Was this even considered hiding something?
When the jar was opened, the memories on default, returned to it's owner. But these memories were just as disappointing as the recipe book.
The memories were incomplete. They were memories yet again reminding him that he was alone in this void and no one will come into the Tavern. No one.
This place was called The Void, a place where this Tavern alone exists. But this place was in the middle of world called the Aether World. It was a place were gods, myths, heavenlies and holies dwelled in mix.
Holies were the lowest of them. They were divine beasts.
Heavenlies were entities, spirits, humans who by accident or fate happened to not be one earth but in Aether. Like Wesley Brown.
Myths were those supreme deities who weren't considered God or gods but were considered legendary under the almighty creator. Like Buddha.
Gods! Gods were gods.
Wesley was in the body of a heavenly called Adeth. He was a micely servant under the god of beer and immortality. He worked in the tavern with that God but soon, Adeth was banned from going to the Celestial Market to get ingredients, and so was everyone in Aether World estopped from coming to the void to enjoy in the tavern.
The Tavern was a legacy, that much could be known from the first page of the book. But what did it do to deserve such a cruel fate, Wesley didn't have that memory.
He didn't even have the memories of himself serving that God. He didn't know how the god looked like. He didn't have the memory of how only him was left in the tavern whereas, what about other servants?
"Useless!"
"So, I'm going to die here alone then? Not even a slight change to explore this world?" Wesley hissed. It was pathetic for real..just thinking about it.
Wesley dropped the jar and grabbed the book once again. No, he wasn't going to read it—waste of time! He'd use it as a pillow.
The best thing to do here is to sleep away your time.. and your life.
"Why is this place still in existence, and why do I smell Divine Sin emitting from it?" Came a mighty voice that was filled with power and authority, it commanded respect.
Wesley snapped out of his sleep and stood up. Someone had appeared into the Tavern, not from a door certainly as there was none.
He looked at the visitor who had just entered, shocked. Zeus!?