Dominic sighed as he was eating what he expected to be some good food. It would have been the best food even if it was tasted by a dragon but his intent had strengthened his control over energy 17 digit times. It made him look at the food as nothing more than an arrangement of matter that stored some energy which could be converted into other while his body absorbed the energy released in that process. He found it useless for him to eat such food as he had unlimited energy and his intent ensured that he could corrupt matter to build up his body.
He even had to doubt if it was needed to keep this sense as taste did not help him in any manner. In the evolutionary route, it might have helped in testing for poison as bitter things were mostly poisonous. But was it needed now. For him with proper logic, he knew that sweet food provided better energy than other kind of food. But then he was not so precise that he could observe at atomic level instinctually and accidentally. He put down the food.
He got angry as he could not think about a method to ensure his continuation of enjoyment of such food. He prided in being logical and he prided in his pride. So he could not let any other feeling such as gluttony act in any sense near his pride.
He wanted to eat this food forgetting everything, letting the receptors of his body produce the good sense but his rational talked the truth and his pride did not allow him to enjoy such useless things.
Dominic stood up and walked away. The dining table had shattered to dust as he no longer needed it. Dominic had no other thought as he had already decided what he had decided. He stopped at the door, thinking if there was any other way that would allow him to be logically satisfied that he could satisfy his personal desire to eat food.
But he found no logical thought. There was a reason why he never gave into desires even though he enjoyed desires. He ate food as his body needed energy and he liked energy. He drank as he liked the intoxicated feeling. The only way he could think off was to eat food when in meetings with others as social protocol would require it. He took a deep breath at the truth. His tightened muscles loosened his jaws free.
He had once thought about letting his actions to keep mental cleanliness constant stop. But the problem remained that he could give into hedonism no matter how much he tried. It might be due to his elite education as a child he was asked to be a perfect person. It might be due to his pride as a noble. It might be due to battlefield trauma but he did not believe in it. But he could not step into hedonism even if there were many choices for him. Many women had thrown themselves at him, young and mature, married and unmarried, cute and sexy. The food wizards kept hunting materials to make special food with attributes. Coliseums where slaves are used for enjoyment, slave trade which allowed him to buy one for just a gold coin, which granted him the right to main and torture them in all manner. The muscle-god church who worshipped the god of muscles and worked hard on their body. It was more suitable for showing off than for fighting.
But he could not simply give into such hedonism as enjoyment alone did not matter to him. The only thing that mattered to him was to climbing higher. Power and pride was all that mattered to him and he wanted to ensure that his inner self was purely strong in terms of power and pride. It was foolish to let external-self affect the internal self as he preferred to forge his internal-self first with the ideas of power, supremacy, pride and nobility.
He knew that the logic had come to an impasse and the only way he could enjoy food was to go to the parties. He tore up space to enter his work room and took the letters of invitation. He was going to go to parties and accept invitation. He wanted to enjoy.