The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 634: Chapter 50 Obsession with Eating_2

It was only after ‘dying’ 46 times that Jason could taste such delicacy, and the additional gain of 3 points of Excitement of Feast made it all the more worthwhile for him with his satiety at the moment being quite sufficient.

Gratitude welled up within him.

Yet more prevalent was a kind of craving.

"What taste would the ‘monster’ I ‘saw’ be…?”

Jason couldn’t help thinking to himself.

Such a massive body, firm muscles, biting into it must be delicious, right?

Gulp.

Jason’s saliva started to secrete, and he swallowed uncontrollably.

He envied the predecessors for being able to eat such food.

He admired the predecessors for truly being able to ‘abandon life and death’ for food!

If he wasn’t ‘undying.’

Could he do the same, disregard life and death for ‘food’?

Jason questioned himself.

The answer was something that made him feel ashamed.

"I, am still not pure enough!”

With such a sigh, Jason turned and leaped.

A few jumps took him to the cross-section of the Sabie aliens’ warship he had sliced open.

At this moment, this half of the warship was still slowly descending in midair.

The other half, on the other hand, had already crashed to the ground, billowing thick smoke.

And the person who caused these two different outcomes was Jennifer.

This ‘Witch’ was standing about ten meters below the halved warship, perched on her broom, raising her hands high, as a layer of invisible waves emerged from them, stabilizing the halved warship for a gentle descent.

"Jason~”

Seeing Jason’s figure, the ‘Witch’ looking upwards couldn’t help but smile.

In the morning light, the ‘Witch’, sweat-beaded and with sticky hair, appeared in disarray, but there was a faint glow of another kind.

"Thank you.”

Jason immediately expressed his thanks.

For someone who could protect his food, Jason felt genuine gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing such heartfelt thanks, the ‘Witch”s smile grew even brighter.

She didn’t lower her raised hands but glanced at Jason meaningfully with her eyes.

Immediately, the broom flew towards Jason.

And her?

She lowered her arms.

Bang!

As the warship plummeted, it struck the ‘Witch,’ and blood mist spread as it continued to fall straight down.

Boom!

Amidst the sound of the explosion, a voice echoed.

"I’ve repaid you once again.”

Jason sat on the broom, dumbfounded as he watched this unfold.

Behind his mask, his brows involuntarily furrowed.

This, this…

He wanted to say something.

But in the end, a thousand words turned into one sentence—

Are you crazy?!

In Jason’s eyes, the ‘Witch’ at this moment had become synonymous with ‘trouble not to be messed with.’

It wasn’t just her unpredictability, it was also that he had no clue what she was thinking.

Although he had already warned himself not to try to guess what a mad person was thinking.

But the ‘Witch”s normal appearances most of the time always made him overlook all that.

And then, when he least expected it, she would give him an unexpected ‘reminder.’

Sigh!

Jason took a deep breath.

And once again warned himself.

The ‘Witch”s broom, having safely delivered him to the ground, completely lost its magic, as if it were an ordinary broom, crashing to the ground upon McCaul’s touch. R̃𝔞ℕỌ𝖇ÊṦ

Clap!

Looking at the fallen broom, McCaul scrambled to pick it up.

He tried to stand it up, but no matter what, he couldn’t.

"It has lost its magic, now it’s just an ordinary broom,”

"You can use it to sweep the floor, but don’t expect it to fly again,”

Tel said, his gaze shifting towards Jason.

Unlike his previous sycophancy, this time his eyes were filled with awe.

A reverence for the strong!

Tel had never imagined that a ‘ship-slaying’ level powerhouse was right beside him.

After the ground battle with the Sabie aliens, a reevaluation of strength levels, or rather, a modern supplement, was made within the Mystical Side.

Among them, “Warship Destroyer” is the highest level of combat power added.

Equivalent to “Dragon-Slayer”.

Dragon-Slaying was an epic feat that most people on the ‘Mystical Side’ of the ground forces found difficult to achieve.

Even, it could be said to be a rarity that appeared once in a hundred years.

But once it appeared, it was an absolute force to be reckoned with.

Capable of dominating an era, becoming an existence that crushed many others.

However, with the disappearance of Dragon Island, the “dragons” had already become a thing of the past, and if not for the few remaining “Dragon Slaying Weapons,” “dragons” might even be regarded as myth, something fabricated.

Therefore, in this era, “Dragon-Slaying” was fundamentally impossible to accomplish.

And that’s why “Warship Destroyer” and “Dragon-Slayer” are mentioned in the same breath.

Naturally, it’s because all “Mystical Side individuals” believe that “Warship Destroying” is impossible to achieve.

But, that “Liu” accomplished the feat of “Warship Destroying” in the very first battle!

And not just one ship!

The fallen meteorite destroyed the Sabie Aliens’ warship fleet on its own.

Although this left that “Liu” severely weakened, the title of “Warship Destroyer” was undeniable.

However, people considered it an exception.

Many were absolutely sure that there would never be another “Warship Destroyer”.

But what just happened?

He had witnessed the feat of “Warship Destroying” with his own eyes!

He still vividly remembers the brilliance of that sword strike, and Tel could be sure that even decades or centuries later, he would still remember it clearly.

It pierced the darkness.

It cut through the warship.

This memory would stay forever in the depths of his heart.

Because this is the glory of the strong!

Because he was bathed in this glory!

This would sometimes serve as his “amulet”!

The thoughts in his heart made Tel even more respectful towards Jason.@@novelbin@@

"Mr. Jason, please don’t worry, the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ will quickly arrive to clean up the battlefield,”

"Your achievements won’t have any mistakes.”

"They will also be yours.”

"Of course, you can also exchange them for legitimately earned honors,”

Tel pointed to the remnants of two warships as he spoke.

"Hmm.”

Jason nodded.

He had no reason to doubt Tel’s words, given the previous performance of that veteran general, it was certain that the results would exceed expectations.

What he was considering now was what the overall situation of the ground war was like.

And if they were at a disadvantage, to what extent it was.

With such questions in mind, Jason stood there quietly waiting.

John and his two friends didn’t disturb their good friend.

They started to clean up their own “yard”.

This house was registered in John’s name, somewhat like a holiday villa, apart from the main building there was a sizable garden, and a separate parking lot.

In the previous battle, the garden had been affected.

Petals were scattered everywhere, several fig trees had been broken, their green fruit strewn across the ground.

These all needed to be cleaned up.

Naturally, this also included those weapons.

As a “homebody,” one simply could not leave weapons exposed, especially when “guests” were about to visit, they needed to ensure that these “guests” didn’t look at their family members with judgmental eyes.

And as for themselves?

The butcher doesn’t talk of the slaughterhouse.

What’s done is done.

For their family.

Everything was worth it.

"I’ll help!”

Tel immediately offered.

Determined to bask in the glory of Jason, this member of the ‘Clock Tower’ stationed at the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ wouldn’t miss the chance to please Jason’s friends.

Moreover, he wanted to learn the ways of a “homebody” from John and the others.

Especially after he saw that secret weapon, he was even more resolved.

If he had simply thought that the three men could unleash a minor skirmish before, after seeing that secret weapon, he firmly believed that the trio could influence the outcome of a battle.

After all, that was… a nuclear strike!

The four of them cleaned the yard.

Jason, meanwhile, quietly waited.

This waiting wasn’t long; as John and the others moved the broken fig trees aside, Cortana and Major General Rael Fono arrived by helicopter.

The old general’s hair was already grey, but his figure was exceptionally fit.

He jumped out of the helicopter and walked straight towards Jason.

Standing in front of Jason, the old general saluted crisply—

"Hello, Master Chief.”