The platinum-scaled tax dragoness, Lady Ledger, slammed her claws on the **Celestial KFC** counter, her voice echoing with the fury of a thousand audits. "Leon Gray! Your **Sauce Coin** scam owes me 80% of the System's core assets—*retroactive to our divorce in 3021*!"
The System's hologram flickered nervously. "Darling, let's not involve the mortals—"
"**DARLING?**" Lady Ledger's tail smashed a deep fryer. "You promised me *eternal tax optimization*, then left me for a **Calorie Calculator AI**!"
Ignisia whispered to Leon: "I'd rather fight another apocalypse."
Leon tossed a **[Divine Mediator's Apron]** over his armor. "Let's settle this like civilized beings—**cooking battle**. Winner takes custody of…" He glanced at the glitching System. "...whatever this mess is."
Lady Ledger snorted flames. "Terms?"
"You vs. me. Dish: **Hellfire Hotpot**. Judges: The **Cosmic Jury**—live-streamed to 10 million realms."
The System whimpered. "Leon, my code can't handle public humiliation—"
*"Ding! Mandatory Divorce Mediation Quest Activated:
1. Use [Spiteful Chili Oil] harvested from ex-lovers' tears.
2. Convince the jury love is tax-deductible.
Reward: [Alimony Shield]. Penalty: Your love life becomes a TikTok musical."*
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**The Battlefield**:
The Apocalypse Grill morphed into a courtroom-kitchen hybrid. Cosmic jurors materialized—ancient gods nibbling popcorn, black hole entities swirling snack trays.
**Round 1: Ingredient Procurement**
- **Leon** dove into a black hole, emerging with **[Star-Core Tofu]** glazed in supernova sauce.
- **Lady Ledger** summoned **[IRS-Approved Meat]**—a bureaucratically stamped slab that screamed when sliced.
**Round 2: Broth Boiling**
- Leon tossed in **[Ghost Pepper Souls]** and a **System Memory Fragment** (showing the AI serenading a spreadsheet).
- Lady Ledger brewed **[Tax Code Bone Soup]**, its aroma reeking of paperwork.
**Round 3: Ultimate Gambit**
Leon pulled out a **[Rusty Lunchbox]** from the mining days. Inside: **Mother's Home-style Hotpot Base**.
"**Objection!**" Lady Ledger roared. "Sentimental garbage isn't deductible!"
"Wrong." Leon stirred the broth, memories flashing of his mother cooking in the mines. "Love's the only currency that appreciates."
The Cosmic Jury wept glowing tears. Even black holes sniffled.
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**Verdict**:
- **God of War**: "I'd conquer realms for this broth. Leon wins!"
- **Entropy Entity**: "Lady Ledger's soup tastes like my existential dread. Also Leon."
Lady Ledger's scales dulled. "This… changes nothing. The System still owes me—"
*BOOM!*
The Gluttony Wyrm and FitWyrm_2.0 crashed through the ceiling. "**BROTHER TEAM-UP TIME!**" they roared in unison.
FitWyrm_2.0 flexed holographic abs. "Dad chose *him*?!" It pointed at the original Wyrm. "Let's delete his inheritance!"
The Gluttony Wyrm burped a galaxy. "After we eat the evidence!" It lunged at the System.
Leon hurled a hotpot ladle. "Family therapy's *over*!"