After Transmigrating, I Became a God by Plundering --- Part 3: Dream (4)

"Can you tell me why it was me? Don't tell me you really don't know. And what culture do I even have? I don't like reading, I can't draw, and I have no musical talent, so where does this culture come from?" "Well... just listen. I heard that your brain was apparently used as a sacrifice back then. The great being who received the sacrifice found the taste unique, leaving him unforgettable for hundreds of years. That's why he left a deep impression, leading to your reincarnation and mission this time. As for culture, what do you think is the easiest and most widespread culture in the world? Writing? Music? Or painting? None of them. It's food! Because of your experiences, coupled with the great being's favor, it's only natural that you were chosen." "Alright. You should go back now." "Wait! What brain? Are you saying someone ate my brain back then?" "Who said 'someone'? When did I ever say it was a person? Get lost! You might be able to see me again when you awaken your talent." I woke up groggily. So it was a dream, but why did it feel so real, and why could I remember everything so clearly? Dreams are supposed to fade over time, so did someone really enter my dream last night? "Honey, it's time to get up. We need to take you to register at the basic school today, and also awaken your companion beast." "Okay, Mom, I'll get up right away." That's right. Regardless of what happened last night, there are more important things today that can't be delayed. So I started to wash up. I've been doing this myself since I was two years old, which earned me the nickname 'genius' from my mom and praise for being 'inherited' from my dad.