Beauty is in the bones, not on the skin.


Used to following her own nature, she is someone who just about lives entirely in her own world. To Cookie, there is nothing more enjoyable than the process of turning a piece of common material into something with its own beauty and soul.

Food Introduction

Cookies are small and flat biscuits, like a cake. It has a crunchy and sweet texture coupled with a strong buttery scent. Initially, biscuits were invented in Iran and in the 1980s, Cookie made its way into Europe, America. Later on in the early 21st century, it became popular and trendy in Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan along thee way. In America and Europe, girls would personally bake cookies in the kitchen during festivals. With its alluring aroma, cookies are then given to loved ones or friends as a way to express ones feelings and respect.

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How to Acquire

Associated Events

Initial Stats

Power.png Soul Power 3,020
Attack.png Attack 127
Defense.png Defense 29
Health.png HP 700
Crit. Rate.png Crit Rate 1,442
Crit. Damage.png Crit Dmg 1,766
Attack Speed.png Atk Spd 1,398


Piercing Throwing Daggers Basic Skill
70px Using a chisel, Cookie aims and throws at the enemy. Inflicts 100% (180%) damage to the nearest enemy, plus an additional 212 (2756) damage per second, which lasts for 3 seconds. At the same time, the skill damage of all allies increases by 25% (45%), with the effect time of 3 seconds.
Mallet of Judgement Energy Skill
70px Cookie uses a hammer to strike the enemy, inflicting 40% (80%) damage on all enemies, plus an additional 402 (5226) damage. At the same time, the next 3 (7) basic attacks of all allies become critical.
Great Mallet of Judgement Link Skill
70px Cookie uses a hammer to stoke the enemy, inflicting 60% damage on all enemies, plus an additional 482 (6266) damage. At the same time, the next 6 (10) basic attacks of all allies become critical. 70px

blue = lvl 1

red = max lvl

Voice Lines

Contract It’s nice to meet you, Attendant. I’m Cookie. Your eyebrows and eyes are really pretty. That's why, would you mind leaving them to me?
Log In My, Attendant. When did you return? I’m sorry, I didn’t notice at all.
Ice Arena No...I haven’t made an ice statue yet.
Skills Go, my statues. I’ll leave it to you guys.
Ascend It’s like releasing the shackles with your fingers.
Fatigue Please leave the stone materials over there. I’m already going to sleep…
Recovering I saw something very interesting in my dreams. Shall I crave it out?
Team Formation Eh? I’m going as well?
Knockout As expected I’m…not suited for battle.
Notice the time to cook already over? ...Say, Attendant, do you want to go get something to eat with me after this?
Idle 1 Changing a person’s face is indeed much easier than changing the expression on a sculpture.
Idle 2 Mmm...Hmmmーー
Idle 3 What should I do today? Maybe I’ll make a pendant for the attendant.
Interaction 1 How one reads the feelings embedded in the letters depends on that person, but I think it’s the moments drawn from a statue that’s always the most realistic.
Interaction 2 Why do I leave the eyes for later and not crave firmly, you say? No matter how deeply carved the face is, it’ll just look alive. However, if you finish it with a stroke at the end, it’ll become real.
Interaction 3 Likes? I like anything that has a shape, because I can definitely admire them at every moment.
Pledge Hmm? My demands are extremely high. Do you know why I love sculpturing? Because statues wouldn't betray me. If that case, I agree.
Intimacy 1 Come closer, don't be shy. All I want is to have a deeper understanding of your body.
Intimacy 2 I have detailed many faces before. None of them are like you; I don't get tired looking at them no matter how many times it is.
Intimacy 3 A statue? Your image is already engraved in my heart. There's no need to make a sculpture to celebrate our anniversary.
Victory Eh? It’s already over?
Defeat …I hope the next time another person becomes the leader.
Feeding Ah, please leave it over there. Thank you very much.

Food Souls



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I. A memoir in one's heart

Brows, eyes, lips, and nose.

With his hand, Colonel Greene touched every inch of the statue before him. His eyes were completely fixed on it, and his quivering fingers told me he had been completely conquered by the statue’s beauty.

"Who is she? An angel in the holy scriptures?"

"No, its model is ——"

Just as I was about to reply, Master Attendant, standing besides me, quietly grabbed the edge of my clothes.

"Our sculpting teacher."

Master Attendant softly continued.

"Ah, if that's the case, it would mean this church was designed by all of you under her guidance, correct?"

"...Precisely. Still, it is incomplete and there are some areas that need adjustments…"

Master Attendant tried to evade my gaze. With her lowered head, she adjusted a pair of thick glasses and anxiously hid her hands behind her, still unwashed and stained with clay...

"Please send this letter to your teacher. Tell her that I'm in love with her design; I have many art-related ideas I wish to exchange with her. I'll come back and visit her once she's back!"

Master Attendant and I escorted Colonel Greene to the church's gate. He climbed onto the horse's back, spurred the beast on, and departed.

He was a member of the royal family who’d come to conduct an inspection; once he left, I let out a sigh of relief and turned around. However, I realized Master Attendant was standing by my side with the letter in her hands. She stared blankly into the distance, where Colonel Greene was headed.

I waved my hands in front of her.


Jolted, she gave me a frantic look. Then, she immediately lowered her head.

"Let’s go. Today's work is still incomplete."

As I followed her footsteps, my interest was piqued after seeing her ears turn a red hue.

"Why didn't you let me speak the truth?"


Master Attendant strode in small, but rapid steps. She didn’t look back.

"You're clearly aware that the sculptures I made are modelled after you. As for the eyes and brows of other humans, they don't suit me."

Suddenly, she stopped walking.



"In this world, no one would believe that the statue was based on me. Nobody."

She turned around; her eyes were tinged with red.

I looked at her bewilderedly.

"Why do you care how others see you? Do strangers understand your spirit better than I?"

"... Spirit… What's the point? Forget it, you'll never understand."

She raised the corners of her lips and squeezed the letter until it became crumpled. Then, she ran into the distance, sobbing silently.

II. Stunning decorations

  And that's how Master Attendant and I began a strange cold war, one that had never happened between us before. Additionally, because the work on the church is nearly complete, I'm even less inclined to go out. Instead, I was cooped up in the sculpting room the entire day, creating some fun stuff to pass the time.

One time, I "accidentally" carved something extra and the fox I was sculpting became quite angry. It darted out of the room, so I had to give chase. I “coincidentally” knocked into Master Attendant, who was all smiles as she hugged a message pigeon.

When she saw the small fox in my arms, she looked rather surprised at first. Then, her face quickly turned gloomy, almost as if she’d thought of something, and quickly left afterwards.

"Even this trick didn't work. She used to like you the best back then."

I mumbled to myself, hugging the small fox in my arms closer to my chest. Feeling helpless, I exhaled a puff of air at the fox. It jumped a few times and chittered. In no time, the glow in its eyes was extinguished, and the fox reverted back to an ordinary statue. 

Placing down the statue, I pondered. When I walked towards the door of Master Attendant's room, I saw her seated before a table, scribbling something down. When she noticed my sudden arrival, she used her body to prevent me from reading her writing.

"Wh-why did you come over?"

"Still writing letters to that colonel?"


"Or are you doing so under the name of that nonexistent 'teacher'?"

"...That's none of your business."

"If this continues, his misunderstanding will only deepen. Is this nothing to be concerned about?"

"Other than that, what else can I do? I've got no other choice!"

"You can tell him the truth. If he sincerely admires your talent—which you’re clearly aware of—he'll certainly understand."

"No, if I tell him…"

Master Attendant opened her mouth. But at the end, she swallowed back all the ‘what if’s’ and turned her face away.

"Regardless, I'm not telling him…"

In my entire life, this was the first time I let out an internal sigh like a human.

"If you really want to, I can make you look like that statue."

Master Attendant immediately turned around.

"However, it'll be a life filled with pain."

"I'm not afraid of anything!"

III. Perfect theme

I never understood the meaning behind humanity's pursuit of perfection.

In order to ensure that the arts possessed the beauty of imperfection, God didn’t hesitate to slice off the arms of Venus. Why do humans fail to understand the importance of such imperfections when they’re the reason why humans have the privilege of imagining in the first place?

Nevermind, it’s as she wishes. I am a Food Soul after all, and the first rule is to fulfill a Master Attendant’s wishes.

On one hand, I leaned my cheek against, and on the other, I used the carving knife I had played with so casually to analyze Master Attendant before me. She had already struck a certain pose, humming to a tune.

After a while, an irresistible feeling of exhaustion creeped onto me. I placed down the carving knife.Then, I yawned, stood up, and walked out.

"Huh? Cookie, where are you going?"

"I'm tired, I'll continue tomorrow."

I had asked Master Attendant multiple times before if she would be the model for my sculptures. However, she never agreed. Now that she had personally raised this request to me, I don’t really wish to sculpt her face ever again.

After fulfilling her wish, the relationship between the two of us didn't change, but we grew further apart.

This wasn't what I expected.

"You really don't want to go with me?"

The wind inside the church raised the ends of her hair. She lifted my hands and looked at me with those sad and delicate eyes, a final attempt to persuade me.

"We need to leave madam, the colonel is waiting for you in the carriage. As for this church, you can come back at any time."

The male servant walked forward and respectfully took her luggage.

"If there's anything, you can write a letter to me. I'll be here."

I laughed emotionlessly.

Master Attendant hesitantly nodded, and hugged me.

"Thank you, Cookie."

She spoke into my ears, trying to hold back her tears. Afterwards, she turned around, and headed towards the carriage, biting her lips.

But, I knew that she wouldn't really shed a tear.

A gust of wind blew between us and quickly widened the distance between us. Unknowingly, my heart relaxed a bit.

I hummed to that little tune, which hadn’t been sung in so long, and returned to my sculpting room.

From now on, I have my statues and they are real. They'll never betray me, so I'm still as free and safe as before.

IV. Interesting function

I paid no attention to how much time slipped by. Perhaps the outside world had experienced change. On a few occasions however, I felt extremely bored, as there was nothing to do.

At times like this, I would adeptly sculpt a small fox. I could see a piece of stone gradually fill with life, and it leapt from my workbench, before darting out of the church.

I followed as it escaped, completely unaware of where it could bring me. This feeling is exactly what I required as a source of inspiration.

This game of chase is quite interesting; I've never gotten sick of it, but as of recently, there was a very minor accident that occured.

Before my little fox even ran out of the church, it was so frightened by a shadow near the door, so much so that its soul seems to have left. The little fox froze and collapsed on the ground, playing dead.

The stranger lifted the fox by the neck and analyzed it, without a care for how it struggled. I rushed towards the little fox and rescued it from the stranger's hand; I felt relieved.

"What is this?" The other party inquired.

It was only now that I looked up.

Fortunately, a cloud temporarily blocked the sun at this very moment. She had been backlit by the sun, obscured by shadows. But now, the face of the person was revealed.  

She had red and lustrous hair akin to flames. Under those pair of crimson eyes, a sudden streak of golden light flashed past. She was dressed in a black dress long enough to touch the ground, and it traced her tall and stunning physique. She wasn't in a rush, and was emanating a rather daunting aura.

Small red freckles speckled across the tip of her nose. Their beauty, mixed with her other features, gave her an extraordinary aura.

It had been a long time since I last saw a pair of eyes and eyebrows that made me thirst to create.

"What is this?" She asked again.

"It's my fox. You like it? I can send you one."

I pushed my little fox into her arms.

Surprisingly, she shook her head.

"That thing is dead."



"It has seen many other people before, but it’s the first time something like this has happened."

"The corpses in Midgard are the same as this."

Her voice was calm, without any hint of shock.

"Huh… you have discovered those things too."

"You trapped the soul of the deceased inside of this, replacing their body and turning them into dead objects that can speak."

"The deceased… you're referring to humans, right? Yeah, I was the one who did that."

I tucked my hair behind my ear.

"You want to ask me why I do that, don’t you? Well, it's actually very simple: it's because I'm a Food Soul and I feel happy helping you humans out."

Before I was finished, I could feel a burning sensation at my neck. A long and blazing needle was lowered at my throat.

I looked up and saw her tilting her head, her face expressionless.

"Tell me everything, don't try to hide anything."

I immediately laughed.

"And who exactly are you? If you want to listen, at least give me a reason, right?"

As I laughed, I wrapped my fingers. Two statues, one standing on the left and another on the right of the church's walls immediately came to life. At times like these, does it matter if one was an angel and another was the devil? As long as I can use anything at my disposal, I'm fine with it.

"Go, I'll let you guys handle it."

The large angel and demon statues lunged at her, surrounding her.

I hugged my little fox and sat at the furthest bench.

"Be careful, try not to hit her face."

V. Cookie

To the left of Midgard, there lies an old and mysterious church.

It’s a mystery that stems from its strange architecture as well as the many statues of various shapes and sizes in it; though the mystery is more in the bizarre power in them.

It has been said that if a young woman is unsatisfied with her looks, she can come and pray here to obtain a stunning makeover.

But behind this bizarre power is a brief story.

The first architect of this old church was a girl of the common folk. She had an average appearance, but was extremely talented and was once sent by Gloriville's royal family to renovate a church.

A certain colonel came to oversee the work’s progress and was strongly attracted to her ingenious designs. The two had never met face to face before, and they only knew each other through letters.

However, because the girl's looks were average, she was deeply worried her true self wouldn't gain the colonel's affections. One day, she prayed to God in the church, hoping she'd be able to gain an appearance worthy of the colonel.

Unexpectedly, God really did come and brought her her blessings. The girl eventually got the looks she so desired, and finally managed to meet the colonel. Unsurprisingly, it was love at first sight; the girl wed into the royal family, and lived a blissful life with the colonel.

This popular story gradually spread throughout Midgard. Very quickly, this church became a holy site for young women to pay pilgrimage to.

Sadly, this story did not have a perfect ending.

A year after marrying the colonel, the female architect mysteriously disappeared. The colonel gathered numerous people from different places and launched an extensive search for her. Sadly, she was never found.

From that moment on, strange phenomena began to manifest in the old church.

When people prayed, they could see the poses and expressions of the statues change; from a smiling face to a crying face. In the dead of night, there were even multiple incidents where onlookers onlookers witnessed an unknown young lady inside the church sculpting something...

Everyone guessed that it was the ghost of the colonel's wife, returning there after meeting some unfortunate accident. There, she continued her unfinished work from when she was alive…

"...After these bizarre incidents occurred, the number of followers who went to the church to pray dwindled. As such, the church slowly became deserted and abandoned. However, among the wealthy girls of Midgard, the story is still being told. If one desires a beautiful appearance, then they must be brave enough to pray in the church. ——That's all I know about this legend."

Parfait sipped her tea and placed the cup down.

Marshmallow touched the goosebumps on her neck.

"...Could it be that whoever injured Turducken was actually the colonel's wife?"

"The strength of humans and us Food Souls are too different. Do you really think a mere ghost could harm Turducken?"


"The church must be the territory of some creature with strong Soul Power… It could be a Fallen Angel or a Food Soul."

"Oh right, Sachertorte also said the same thing!"

"What about Turducken? Is she not going to say anything?"

Marshmallow nodded with a troubled look.

"Yes, she only said that she’d installed a barrier so no one would go close to the church. This meant we wouldn't be able to investigate what happened before, and it also meant that there wouldn't be any new missing people cases from now on."

"From the looks of it… did she actually solve it?" 

—In Nirvana Funeral Parlor—

Incessant knocking awoke Turducken. Seemingly just roused awake from a dream, her eyes were still a little blurry as she got up,  and she trudged towards the door.

If it was someone else, it was highly likely that he or she would be shocked by the object behind the door.

Turducken came face to face with a statue the same height as her——moreover, it even had an exact replica of her face.

Turducken froze for a second, but then, she raised her hands, and directed the flames towards "herself.”  In an instant, the statue was completely shattered, and collapsed into a yellow powder. Then, the powder dissipated away.

When she wished to go back, her footsteps suddenly came to a stop.

Looking down, she noticed a small yellow fox holding a card in its mouth. It was also hugging her legs, not letting them go.

Turducken had no choice but to squat down and extend her hands. Subsequently, the little fox jumped onto her palm, and Turducken retrieved the card from its mouth. In the next second, the little fox vanished, and a cookie with a fox pattern was all that remained.

"You don't like this statue too? In that case, I'll make a better one and send it to you."

This was the only sentence in the letter card.

Turducken shut the door and casually tossed the cookie and paper on her table. She turned around and went back to sleep.

It's been a long time since she had exhausted this much power to fight. In these few days, she decided to take a good rest, not wanting to see anyone.

Lying on her bed, she suddenly recalled the scene after her fight with Cookie.

In the dilapidated church, the two of them were panting with exhaustion; Cookie was leaning against a pillar, fanning herself.

"I can't beat you. Whatever, I'm not fighting anymore."

"Tell me, why do you want to do this." She had promised Sachertorte that she would uncover the source of the missing people cases.

"Regardless of the area covered or how long it is, as long as a portion of one's body becomes a statue, that part slowly loses all of its senses. Do you think those humans who willingly exchanged their souls for their desired appearance would understand this?"

However, Cookie didn't answer her question, and instead, asked her this with a smile.

"Those girls, once they taste the wonders of beauty, they want to have another taste, to the point where they would abandon all their vitality to become a statue. For beauty, they’re willing to give up their body and soul in exchange for becoming a senseless and unrealistic piece of granite… In the end, their whole body will become so frail that it’ll begin to deteriorate, only to be eventually reduced into nothingness. Isn't this their destiny?"

"That's the type of creature humans are… they'll choose something to chase after and throw away their soul, something both you and I oh so cherished… Therefore, why not let me keep them… Tell me, I'm right to say that it's a good thing that one cannot be blamed for preserving eternal beauty?"

This was the first time they met. Turducken only came all the way to investigate because she promised Sachertorte that she'll help him to find the missing girls who left behind ashes in their homes.

Neither she nor Cookie understood each other's past and identity. But in this conversation, both of them were smart enough to realize that they shared a common perspective on the world.

"Next time, I won’t give you the chance to do this again."

Without emotion, Turducken left behind these final words for Cookie.

"I'm fine with anything."

Cookie swept her jacket.

"These few years have been quite boring. Now I realize that your face is far more interesting than those of humans."

"Tell me, what's your name? Do you stay in Midgard too? If you're free, can you be my model? I'm Cookie, and I can make tasty biscuits."

Turducken kicked the shattered remains of the devil statue and left the Church, taking large strides as she walked.

"My, if you're willing to be my model, then I'll tell you why I started to do all of this, okay?"

Unfortunately, Turducken no longer had any interest in Cookie’s past.

She suddenly realized that everyone has their own story; there's a reason for the start of anything. There are some, who despite completing their introduction, cannot be easily understood by others. However, there are also those who required a mere two to three sentences for her to understand their true reasons.

The flames of Nirvana flickered in her hands, and they transformed into the shape of a phoenix. It shrieked and burst through the church, collecting any souls left behind by their owners.

Turducken departed from the church, and installed a seal. From now on, it will be a very long time before any humans will find the entrance to the church.

But now——

Turducken closed her eyes and tried to forget the church scene in her head. She decided that she was going to have a good night’s sleep.

After staying in this world for so long, it turned out that there was someone like her. A little troublesome, but at the very least… she's not alone anymore.  

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