Looking at the massive slab of dragon meat hurtling toward him like a meteor, Michael felt a bit panicked. He didn't know if this soul-form body of his could be injured by this kind of attack.
If not, then there was no problem, but if the opposite were true, he'd definitely be obliterated. Based on his physical sense, he was stronger now than when he was on Earth. But he was still within the realm of a mortal, not even a contractor.
"Damn it, let me go right now."
A clapping sound rang out, and the massive slab of meat disappeared right in front of Michael. Immediately after, the laughter of Cook God echoed in his ears.
"Ha ha ha, just messing with you. Besides, your soul-form can't be hurt. You might not realize it, but your soul is especially well-protected. Even though I'm also a god, I'm not as well-protected as you are."
"Huh?"
