Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Chapter 729: Chapter 1 Welcome Aboard!_2
 

Although it was only a bowl of soup, Jason felt as if he were consuming an entire cow.

Admirable!

As he thought this, Jason lifted the bowl higher and higher.

Finally, after the last drop of soup had entered his mouth, Jason stuck out his tongue and licked the bowl clean.

[Tasted ‘Near Excellent’ level ‘Beef Soup’!]

[Physical Strength, Spirit, and injuries fully recovered!]

[Attribute points +0.1]

…

With this increase in attribute points, Jason’s attributes changed to [Strength 5.1, Agility 4.6, Constitution 5.4, Spirit 3.4, Perception 7.0].

His Perception, under normal conditions, finally stepped over the threshold of 7.

Compared to when he first entered the ‘Beef Soup’ copy world, his Strength increased from 3.7 to 5.1, Agility from 3.5 to 4.6, Constitution from 4.4 to 5.4, and Spirit from 2.6 to 3.4, each attribute experiencing significant growth.

However, Jason knew this still wasn’t enough.

He was still far from where he needed to be.

Whoosh!

Taking a deep breath, Jason looked at his notebook once more.

[The sublime essence makes everything unpredictable.]

[You can preserve the taste of this moment.]

[Or you can pursue the flavors that come after.]

[Of course, Satiety and Excitement of Feast are key!]

[Yes/No spend 300 Satiety Points, 20 Excitement of Feast points to return to ‘Beef Soup’ copy?]

…

Compared to the 500 Satiety Points, 30 Excitement of Feast points required to return to ‘Soda Water’, returning to the ‘Beef Soup’ world was naturally much cheaper, but for Jason at this moment, 300 Satiety Points, and 20 Excitement of Feast points were still an insurmountable burden.

Quietly, Jason shifted his gaze away.

He was waiting to return to Nightless City.

The feeling of constraint came back again.

He was about to return to Nightless City.

Just then, Jason suddenly remembered something extremely important.

Where’s the beef in the beef soup we agreed upon?

The next moment, Jason appeared inside Ter Street number 19.

He was dressed in his original clothes, wearing an ice hockey mask, sitting on a wooden crate with his beloved cleaver resting on his knees.

And then, in an instant, he perceived something.

When he last sent out signals from Ter Street number 19, Jason’s Perception was 5.7, and with the support of various skills, he could barely perceive something existing around him.

But this time was different.

Although he still could not see or touch it.

He could perceive the general ‘shape’ of this thing now.

Silk threads!

Fine silk threads crisscrossed and filled the entire Ter Street number 19.

Every time he stood up or moved, he would touch these silk threads.

His body moved through these threads, and nothing happened, as these threads returned to their original state as Jason passed through them, akin to walking through a ‘beam of light’.

But was it true that nothing happened?

When he moved again, Jason closed his eyes.

The temporary +0.3 Perception granted by [Blind Fighting] immediately allowed him to notice a difference.

These threads, after being touched by him, would quiver and send out ‘ripples’, transmitting along the ‘threads’ themselves towards the distance.

Jason subconsciously chased these transmissions.

But these transmissions were too rapid, too streamlined, and too concealed.

He found these ‘threads’, but only the ones in front of him.

The distance?

He knew nothing about it.

This made Jason quite uncomfortable.

The thought of being surrounded by such ‘threads’ almost subconsciously made him think of himself as ‘prey’ caught in a giant spider web.

Every struggle would attract the spider closer.

Then what?

Be eaten.

“Still too weak!”

“Eaten?

“This isn’t what I’m looking forward to.”

Jason thought to himself.

He was extremely cautious about this ‘Big Shot’s’ ‘collaborator’.

Until he had completely figured out everything about the other party, he wouldn’t make a move.

Maintaining his ‘postman’ disguise, Jason began to patrol inside Ter Street number 19, deliberately peering through the gaps in the windows at the street outside.

The burning car had been extinguished long ago.

The whole street was pitch black.

The fog mixed in made the street even more dim and foggy.

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A wind blowing from an unknown source would cause the fog to tumble momentarily, as if a gigantic monster were about to pounce.

And in reality?

It was just a few people hidden within the mist, swinging swords at each other or thrusting out daggers.

The fog, constantly rolling.

Blood began to spread.

Bang!

A gunshot completely brought the whole street to a boil.

Bang Bang Bang!

Ratatat!

Although not dense, the gunshots at this moment could be described as endless.

With Jason’s current perception of 7, he could clearly see everything outside.

Nothing more than the ‘daily routine of Nightless City’.

A daily occurrence, every moment.

Regardless of day or night.

Regardless of the area.

he tui!

Jason maintained the first reaction of a resident of Nightless City when encountering similar events, then he started reinforcing the ‘defense’ of No. 19 Ter Street, putting on the appearance that he was preparing to defend to the death.

Only after the gunshots had faded and the sounds of fighting were gone did Jason return to the previous room.

He sat down on the crate just like before.

Hidden, he opened the black notebook again.

Choice of Soup (Thick Soup): Creamy Mushroom Soup.

With the consumption of 7 points of satiety, more words appeared on the texture-rich paper.

[Thick soup, mouthwatering.]

[Not just for its taste.]

[But also for its inclusiveness.]

[It is not the main course.]

[But it makes you look forward to the main course even more!]

[Remember: Thick soup should be served hot!]

…

After the proverb-like text, a checkmark appeared next to [Creamy Mushroom Soup].

What followed were annotations—

[Background: Do you want freedom? Do you want wealth? Come on! Come! Participate in this ‘Excitement of Feast,’ no matter who you are, you can obtain what you want here—As a crazy person, you’ve done too many things that send shivers down people’s spines, so naturally, you were arrested, which is quite normal. But fate always has a turn, and you were thrown into this ‘Excitement of Feast’ as one of the ‘Brutalizers,’ and you started this ‘Excitement of Feast’…]

[Main Quest: Win the championship in the final showdown!]

[Temporary acquisition of languages, disappearing upon leaving the instance]

[Clothing, appearance, equipment temporarily changed, automatically restored upon leaving the instance]

[Detection of non-gunpowder weapons]

(Reminder: Please enjoy your thick soup.)

…

Crazy guy?

Chilling acts?

Brutalizers?

Jason looked at these descriptions, ultimately his gaze fixed on the name ‘Excitement of Feast.’

Although there wasn’t much information, it was enough for Jason to make some guesses.

Naturally, such guesses were not pleasant.

Although he didn’t think of himself as a crazy person, nor would he commit spine-chilling acts, let alone be arrested, having such an identity and being thrown into such a game meant that… the one controlling the game, in the world of ‘thick soup,’ naturally wielded a terrifying power.

Moreover, Jason had not forgotten the identity he was assigned.

The Brutalizer.

Or more precisely, one of the Brutalizers!

If there are Brutalizers,

there must be an opposing camp.

What could it be?

Jason frowned to himself.

The next moment, the scenery in front of him changed.

He had left ‘Nightless City’ once again.

He found himself in a… prison cell?

Wearing a hockey mask, Jason looked at the iron door and the observation hole that couldn’t be smaller, then he looked down at his prison uniform and the shackles binding his hands and feet.

Jason began to check if he could extend his reach out of the cell.

He moved his arms slightly.

Clang.

The shackles sank deep into the heavy walls, exceptionally sturdy, and with his strength five times that of a normal person, he couldn’t budge them at all.

Jason frowned, ready to continue surveying his surroundings.

But just at that moment, his expression suddenly changed.

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