Time: 08:25 PM
Date: November 30, 2025
Location: Shiva's Bungalow (Extended Dining Hall)
Dinner had been underway for nearly twenty-five minutes. While the high-speed metabolism of an S-Ranker usually provided them with endless stamina on the battlefield, it was proving useless against the onslaught of pure desi ghee, heavy carbohydrates, and rich Indian spices. Their systems were slowing down. A profound heaviness settled over them—not the lethargy of poison, but the weighted peace of absolute satisfaction.
Jin-Woo Park (Korea) let out a long, exhausted sigh. He looked down at his plate; every single grain of rice was gone.
"The food was truly delicious... I'm completely satisfied," Jin-Woo remarked, attempting to stretch and rise from his chair. He believed he had fulfilled the dinner protocol. He had no idea that an Indian dinner never truly ends until the host is convinced you can no longer move.
The Maternal Ambush
As Jin-Woo half-rose from his seat, Shiva's Mother manifested behind him. Having already finished her meal with the other women, she was now on a singular mission: to ensure the guests were "properly" fed.
"Already finished, child?" she asked, her hand landing on Jin-Woo's shoulder with enough maternal authority to press the S-Ranker back into his chair. "Dinner has barely started. Here, have two more parathas."
Without waiting for a response, she dropped two golden, ghee-dripping parathas onto his empty plate.
Jin-Woo froze. In his life as a high-tier hunter, he had adhered to strict guild diets or eaten in solitary silence. No one had ever claimed the right to force-feed him with such genuine affection. This "Maternal Right" touched something deep and emotional within him. Without a word of protest, he picked up his fork and began to eat again.
The Tactical Survival of the Indian Elites
On the other side of the table, the remaining 14 Sovereigns (Jaxson, Klaus, Alistair, etc.) were beginning to feel the pressure. They watched in horror as their plates were refilled the moment they looked empty.
Meanwhile, Adiraj, Aaryan, Vikram, and Raghav sat at the far end. Each of their plates still held a single paratha and a small portion of rice. They were taking microscopic bites, chewing with exaggerated deliberation.
This was the 'Tactical Eating Protocol.' They knew that the "Maternal Radar" scanned the table for empty space. An empty plate was an invitation for a "Refill Attack." By intentionally keeping their plates looking "busy," the Indian elites were successfully avoiding the forced second and third helpings. It was a survival trick the foreign S-Rankers hadn't yet mastered.
The 'Bahu' Pampering
At the head of the table, Papa caught the Mother's eye and gestured toward Sierra.
"Make sure Sierra-beta has more," Papa said, his voice filled with protective care. "Don't be shy, child. Eat your fill. Real strength comes from a full stomach."
Sierra Fox was physically at her limit, but when a "Father" asked with such warmth, the orphan in her couldn't say no. Her stomach was full, but her heart was hungry for this kind of attention. Blushing slightly, she nodded and extended her plate.
The Emotional Blackmail
Jin-Woo's situation was reaching a critical threshold. He had consumed six extra parathas since his "final" bite. He was struggling to breathe.
"Mother... please, no more!" Jin-Woo finally pleaded, joining his hands in a gesture of surrender. "If I eat another bite, I will literally burst. I won't be able to take a single step."
The Mother stopped. She looked at him with a localized aura of disappointment—the ultimate weapon. "Listen, son... you called me 'Mother,' didn't you? Will you really refuse food cooked by my hands? You won't do this for me?"
It was the world's oldest and most dangerous emotional trap. An S-Ranker stood no chance.
Jin-Woo let out a defeated breath. "Fine... I will eat for you. But... but only sweets. No more parathas."
The Mother's smile returned instantly as she stroked his hair. "Of course, child. Eat whatever you like." She immediately placed two bowls of Rasmalai and Basundi in front of him. The other 14 S-Rankers watched his defeat with mounting dread, knowing their turn was next.
The Desi Ghee Conditioning
Jaxson Reed, having unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt to accommodate his expanding waistline, looked toward Shiva. Shiva, Adiraj, and Aaryan were still casually enjoying their desserts.
"How... how are you guys still eating so calmly?" Jaxson wheezed. "Even my S-Rank mana core is struggling to process this digestion."
Shiva burst into laughter. "This is the true power of an Indian! We've been conditioned by desi ghee since childhood. Our systems are built for this. You can't reach this level of endurance just by eating boiled meat and protein shakes."
Jaxson gave up, resting his forehead on the edge of the table.
The Food Coma & The Final Command
Eventually, the feast concluded. The table was clear, and the guests were in a state of total biological surrender. The 14 foreign S-Rankers were slumped in their chairs, looking more like casualties of war than world-class hunters. None of them had the energy to even stand.
Suddenly, Dada-ji appeared at the entrance, leaning on his cane. He surveyed the "Monsters" sprawled across the hall and let out a bark of command.
"You useless boys! Dinner is over, move out!" He slammed his cane against the floor. "Why are you lying around like patients in a hospital? Get up! Go to the garden! Walk it off and get some air, or all that food will turn to lead in your stomachs!"
The men who could move mountains with a thought struggled to their feet, their legs trembling under the weight of the feast. Jin-Woo, Jaxson, Alistair, and the others clutched their stomachs, shuffling toward the garden with heavy steps. To any observer, they didn't look like the peak of human evolution—they looked like ordinary men defeated by a very good dinner.
Chapter Summary
The Refill Attack: Shiva's Mother uses emotional leverage to force-feed Jin-Woo Park, demonstrating that "Maa ka Pyaar" bypasses S-Rank defenses.
Tactical Eating: Adiraj and the Indian elites use specialized dining strategies to avoid the "Food Trap" that snared the foreigners.
Fatherly Protection: Papa ensures Sierra is pampered, further solidifying her emotional bond with the family.
The Food Coma: The Sovereigns experience a total physical shutdown due to the richness of Indian spices and ghee.
Dada-ji's Authority: Even in a "Food Coma," the S-Rankers obey the patriarch's order to walk it off in the garden.
Status Log
Current Location: Shiva's Residence, New Delhi.
Rudra's State: Amused (Learning the "Tactical Eating Protocol").
S-Rankers Landed: 15.
Security Grid: 100% Stable (Suppression holding during dinner).
Countdown: 4 Days (December 4, 2025).