Ch.91Chapter 91

Ouroboros went to the living room and settled in. She positioned herself in front of the large table where they usually ate meals or where Yuria worked on her research papers.

Leaning her back against the lower part of the sofa, Ouroboros nodded with a thoughtful “Hmm.”

Since neither Yuria nor Ourr had any intention of becoming broadcasters, one couldn’t expect a fancy studio setup in this house. Fortunately, Ouroboros didn’t have high expectations.

She simply noticed that the backgrounds in other videos varied widely, so she didn’t think much about using a sofa for her own video.

The corners of Ouroboros’s expressionless mouth turned up slightly.

Rather than feeling nervous or excited about preparing for a broadcast, she was simply happy about the fact that she could eat as much as she wanted of something she desired.

Yuria, though uncertain if this was the right approach, had decided to just go along with whatever Ouroboros wanted to try and prepared things casually.

“Should we go with pizza for the menu?”

Despite knowing Ouroboros could eat a lot, Yuria was slightly concerned that eating so much cheese might become overwhelming.

Ouroboros nodded. She was confident because she believed she could eat anything she found delicious for her entire life—forever.

Seeing that determined look in her eyes, Yuria realized there was nothing more to say and resignedly nodded.

She attached her phone to the tripod and set it to video mode. Now all she needed to do was press the button to start recording. Once the food was set up, they could begin.

“I’ll stack the pizzas on both sides, and you can eat them one by one. This is cola, so you can pour it into the cup to drink.”

Eight pizzas. It was an excessive amount for a house with just two people. One pizza would have been plenty, but eight—that was enough to share with students coming for lectures.

She had to order this many because Ouroboros had seen someone called a “big eater” consume five pizzas in a video and insisted she needed to eat more than that.

Yuria was slightly shocked when she saw the cost of eight pizzas added to their dinner bill. How much is this going to cost?

“Now, now can I start eating?”

Ouroboros glanced at Yuria with an expression that suggested she might start drooling any moment.

“Yeah, sure. Just a second.”

Since Ouroboros only wanted to upload to a streaming site rather than broadcast live to an audience, the filming process wasn’t particularly difficult.

Besides, Yuria calculated that even if they did stream live, no one would watch anyway.

When she pressed the record button, a “ding” sound played. Ouroboros instinctively recognized this as the signal to start and dove face-first into the pizza with sparkling eyes.

With her head bowed low, she began devouring the pizza slice by slice.

At this point, it seemed like her jaw would be more of a problem than her stomach, but being a Demon God, even that wasn’t an issue—which was truly remarkable.

Yuria watched Ouroboros and smiled wryly. When eating something delicious, Ourr also buried her face toward the food, so it seemed Ouroboros was no different. The thought made the corners of her mouth turn up.

Yuria gestured toward Ouroboros, indicating she should face the camera while eating.

Ouroboros lifted her head briefly to catch her breath, then blinked blankly at Yuria’s gesture. When she realized there was a camera in front of her, she seemed to have an “oops” moment and started to become self-conscious.

She wiped the tomato sauce around her mouth with her bare forearm, and when that wasn’t enough, she licked around her lips. It must have been quite delicious.

“Next, next…”

Though she hadn’t watched videos uploaded by streamers, Ouroboros wondered if it was right to just eat without saying anything.

Still, Yuria decided to let Ouroboros do as she pleased rather than interrupt during the recording. After all, they just needed to record and upload whatever Ouroboros wanted to do.

They weren’t hoping for views or trying to make money. Yuria casually dismissed it, thinking it would just be one among hundreds of millions of videos out there.

Yuria settled in a corner and took out her laptop. She could have gone to her room to work on her computer, but she wanted to stay close in case Ouroboros did something unexpected.

For example, if she tried to take off her clothes because they got dirty while eating.

“…Nom.”

Demon Gods weren’t naturally accustomed to clothing. This was evident from the fact that most Demon Gods wandered around naked.

While Ourr had gotten used to wearing clothes, Ouroboros might be different, so it was something to keep an eye on.

Contrary to Yuria’s concerns, Ouroboros didn’t try to strip when food got on her clothes. She just kept reducing the pizzas one by one.

Though they had ordered different types of pizza, Yuria was inwardly shocked that Ouroboros was actually eating all of them. With so much cheese, she thought Ouroboros would get tired of it, which made her wonder if feeling satiated was related to fullness.

She also wondered if Ouroboros never got tired of any taste, or if it was just pizza that she could eat endlessly.

“I finished it all!”

Her mouth was covered in sauce. Despite wiping with her bare arm, she hadn’t cleaned properly, leaving both her arm and mouth quite messy.

As Ouroboros closed the last box with a satisfied expression, Yuria immediately went to the phone and pressed the stop recording button.

The battery had drained considerably from the long recording. Wiping away her sweat, Yuria fiddled with the phone and nodded.

“45 minutes. I think we can just upload it as is.”

She knew how to do research, but not how to edit videos like other streamers. She could learn, but it would be time-consuming and she didn’t think the results would be particularly impressive, so she decided to upload it as is.

It was a default app that she only used to watch news or check for discussions about research papers. She never dreamed she’d be uploading a Demon God’s face to her account.

Under normal circumstances, it would be better not to upload it.

But she judged that if she wanted Ourr to eventually get along well with people, attempts like this wouldn’t be a bad idea. There was no need to overthink it, so Yuria posted the video.

It took some time, but it was done quickly enough.

The unedited 45-minute video was uploaded in its entirety. Though no one would probably watch it, it would be enough if Ouroboros was satisfied.

“It’s uploaded here. Want to see?”

Yuria held out her phone. Ouroboros nodded, curious to see how her mukbang had turned out.

Her bottom wiggled with excitement. Yuria sat down beside her and handed over the phone. As the video started playing, Ouroboros took the phone and leaned in to get a better look.

She stared with bright eyes at her own face, which she had only seen in the mirror while washing up. Yuria dismissed this, thinking it was natural since seeing yourself in a mirror is different from watching yourself in a recorded video.

“……”

After watching her mukbang for a while, Ouroboros pouted. It hadn’t turned out as good as she had imagined.

“That person from before was talking about various things while eating…”

“I think it’s because you were just focused on eating. But it’s fine. I think it turned out cute.”

When Yuria said this with a smile, Ouroboros tilted her head, not entirely satisfied but wondering, “Is that so?”

Though she didn’t understand what “cute” meant, Ouroboros was satisfied just to have created a video of herself.

She didn’t know if many people would watch it, but having received enough explanation from Yuria, she was content with just having experienced something new.

“How does it look?”

Her ambiguous feelings had somehow transformed into satisfaction.

Having compromised with herself that she couldn’t be perfect from the start, her expectations and goals lowered accordingly, improving her mood.

Feeling slightly proud, she handed the phone back, which made Yuria laugh at the amusing sight.

“It turned out really well. You were just very quiet and focused on eating.”

“…That’s proof of how concentrated I was.”

Ouroboros turned her head sharply.

“Someone might watch it occasionally. Just like how you watched someone else eating earlier.”

“I see.”

Though she answered calmly, she felt a slight thrill at the thought that someone she didn’t know might watch her eating, just as she had watched strangers eating.

After letting out an impressed “Oh,” she tilted her head, seemingly curious about something.

“What do those black letters at the bottom say?”

“Ah, that’s the title. I just came up with something quickly…”

Yuria scratched her head. Then she showed the phone to Ouroboros and read it slowly.

“I wrote, ‘Devoured 8 pizzas on the spot.'”

“Eight pizzas.”

Ouroboros stared blankly at those words.

Though she didn’t know what pizza was or what “8 pizzas” meant, she clearly remembered the phrase “Devoured 8 pizzas on the spot.”

It was like a medal she had awarded herself.

“Eight.”

She proudly spread her fingers.

“That’s nine.”

“Ei-eight… Hmm.”

Though a bit clumsy…

Her stiff fingers finally managed to show eight.