Chapitre 486: The Fright of the Night
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Wu'ke and co. were not the only team to taste a Parazonian offering for their first night. Fortune appeared to be generous that day, as a first-grader that had zero experience in Mount Parazonium soon found out.
When Jawflower X attacked, causing his separation from his teammates, he thought he would fail his test. Amid the chaos, however, he was met with a stroke of luck, accidentally catching a Parazonian Gazelle's lamb.
The poor lamb, too, had been separated from its parents during Jawflower X's sudden attack. It had hurt its legs in its attempt to escape the chaos; this was why the lucky student had been able to capture it.
The first-grader did not know that Parazonian Gazelle lamb stew tasted was a heavenly dish. He also did not know that no one — including the toughest students in his faculty — dared risk their lives to hunt a single lamb within the herd.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
KafkaOfTheRubbles
KafkaOfTheRubbles [1] I have a pretty good guess what “cult” this could be, but I hope I’m wrong because it’s an objectively untrue and purposefully malicious accusation that makes this “joke” sound like a veiled coded sentence that screams “kill me please”. Similar to how you don’t need to be a doctor to know what hemorrhages look like, you don’t need to be an expert in comedy to know what cancer looks like. Way to go make an atheist cringed, Baiyi.
[2] I get why characters in a show or a story or whatever needs to ALWAYS be attractive (makes reader projection easier and nicer), but I really wish characters with homely — or even “ugly” (‘Tis a subjective standard, yes, but it’s straight to the point) — appearance could become more of a thing. Make them homely-looking yet powerful warriors, or make them homely-looking yet still popular among people, you know? I mean, give the ugly duckling someone to project too, goddamned it.
[3] As if you’re one to talk, you lolicon.
Man, this chapter was 80% food porn (though the title gave a different impression). I cracked my head trying to translate these flowy descriptions of food into English, man, which is personally difficult for me because I’m not much of a food connoisseur. I’m infamous for actually finishing spoilt meals and molded cake several times in my life… in front of other people no less (the molded cake was the worst; everyone could see those red and black patches hanging at the edge of my teeth), because I’m not that sensitive to taste (it’s totally not because I was poor at those times!). So I always say: if a meal could make me grimace, you’re in for a bad time; but if it makes me sputter, no mortal should even touch it.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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