Doctor Jiang Fei, considered closing down the clinic because business was so bad, but unexpectedly his game character entered his body, making him omnipotent.

Not only is his superb in medicine, he also controls the life or death of the flesh bones of the dead person, and just like Yama he snatches people’s life.

He is now proficient in even cooking, playing piano, gardening, and domesticating pets!

People thought this was all of Jiang Fei’s skill, but Jiang Fei would smile and look at the martial arts cheats book.

MC goes into Food Wars with awesome skills. Something to pass time, hope you like it.

PS. I'll try to make one chapter a week, no release schedule

( COPY OF ORIGINAL Translated by KobatoChanDaiSuki and Translated by AsianHobbyist Website ) 
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(Author : Boötes / 양치기자리)
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30-year-old Jo Minjoon has always wanted to become a chef. He started his culinary career late in life, however, and is currently chopping onions at a restaurant. Regretting his life choices, he wishes he could go back to change it all and falls asleep. Meanwhile, someone out there is willing to give him another chance and send him back in time. How will he use the new powers he obtained from this mysterious being?

Because of his love for cooking, he had thrown away his career as a teacher and had become a chef.
But despite his desires, his lack of cooking skills was the harsh truth he had to face.
But when he reached the age of 30, he had been sent back 7 years back into the past.
Another chance.

It didn't take the duo long to find a restaurant. They smelled something delicious coming from a nearby building. Turning to look, it appeared to be a small house that was turned into a restaurant.
"Wanna eat here?" Quinn asked. Ella nodded her head, so he brought them into the restaurant.
The inside of the restaurant had been styled after a tavern. There were well made wooden tables, and a bar counter. There wasn't any beer or kegs anywhere behind the counter though. Instead, there was a kitchen, to let the customer see their order and watch the process of making the food.
Currently, there wasn't anyone in the restaurant at the moment except for them. The owner must have been in the back room or something.
Quinn and Ella sat down at the bar counter. There was a bell that had a piece of paper stuck to it saying "ring for service". Ella promptly hit it, and a man came out from one of the back rooms.
"Oh, customers! Welcome, what would you like to eat today?" the man asked in a polite voice. He appeared to be in his 60's, wearing an old fashion style chef outfit. He had a stern face, but a friendly expression.
"What's on your menu?" Quinn asked.
"One second please…" he said, walking behind the counter. He pulled out a piece of paper. "Here's a list of everything we serve".
The menu didn't have that many dishes. But there was a good range of foods, some that Quinn didn't know of. There was generic food like eggs and bacon, pancakes and other stuff that Quinn was familiar with, but there were other foods that he never heard of. Rosemary soufflé, roasted caiman, horn rabbit stew, a lot of other exotic sounding foods were served as well.
Quinn knew that these dishes were probably common from another world, so he wasn't surprised about the food choices. Most people when first arriving in the dungeon have a culture shock. It's completely natural, since it happens when you go somewhere new and the culture is very different. Since people who come to the dungeon all come from different worlds, it's natural to feel shocked when exploring all of the different things there.
One thing to note is that there aren't that many different worlds that have people sent to the dungeon. It's most likely due to the fact that the majority of worlds have yet to develop an intelligent population.
Anyways, Quinn was indifferent from the selection of known and unknown foods presented to him. But, Ella was a different story. There were images for about half of the food options, and Ella was drooling when she looked at all of them.
"What do you want to eat?" Quinn asked Ella. He took a napkin and wiped off the drool on her face.
"Umm… I don't know. They all look so good" she was indecisive. It seemed that she didn't know most of the foods, but since they all looked so good, she didn't know what to try.
"How about this?" Quinn asked, pointing towards an image on the menu. It was called 'Fire Badger Meat Buns'. It looked like a round and buttered bun, with red meat sticking out from the middle. It cost 18 manacoins for 6 of them.
"Doesn't it look good? Plus, we can split it, 3 for both of us" Quinn said.
Ella nodded her head, with more drool dripping down. Quinn wiped her face again and called for the man.
"What will you be ordering today?" he came over and asked.
"Can we get one plate of the fire badger meat buns?"
"Sure, it'll take a while to make it".
"Thanks, uhh…" Quinn realized that he didn't know the man's name.
"Call me Paul".
"Okay, thanks Paul. My name's Quinn".
The two of them quickly introduced themselves.
"Well Quinn, I hope you'll like my cooking" Paul said in an upbeat tone.
He went behind the counter and started making the food. First, he went back once again, this time to get the necessary ingredients. He came back out front with some buns in a basket as well as a chunk of red meat.
Taking the meat, he put it on a cutting board and sliced it into thin strips. Then, he put the strips onto a tray, slathered it with a red sauce and spices before putting into what appears to be an oven.
The meat started to cook, so Paul prepared the bread. Taking a knife, Quinn and Ella watched as he carefully cut open the tops of the buns and slowly hollowed them out. This was to make sure that there was enough space for the meat to be stuffed in.
He went back into the storeroom once again, this time coming out with some sort of exotic butter. Taking a knife, he proceeded to spread the butter on the inside of the buns.
By the time he finished, a fragrant aroma was seeping out of the oven. Paul opened the oven and took out the meat, which seemed to be glistening under the light.
He used two spoons to scoop the meat delicately into each of the buns. After, he moved them onto two different plates.
"I assume you two were splitting the buns between you, so I put them onto two plates just for you. Enjoy". Paul said, placing down the plates in front of Quinn and Ella.
"Amazing…" Ella mumbled, mesmerized by the food. Quinn agreed with her; the preparation and presentation were quite amazing. He couldn't imagine how much work went into perfecting the technique.
The two of them dug in, enjoying their food. The flavour was amazing. A perfectly hard crust surrounding the soft inside and the fragrant and somewhat spicy red badger meat on the inside, separated from the bread by a layer of exotic butter.
Quinn felt that if this was in a restaurant on Earth, it would rival some high end restaurants.
"Delicious…" Ella said, finishing her buns.
"Second that" Quinn added. He paid the 18 manacoins as well.
"Heh, seems like you guys enjoyed your meal" Paul chuckled and put away the manacoins.
"Yep, I'm surprised this place isn't filled with customers yet".
"Well, no one really comes here anymore…" his voice died down.
"Why is that?"
He sighed. "That's a long story…"
"We have time," Quinn replied. They didn't have much to do at the moment. Since they couldn't find an art suitable for Ella at the moment, all they needed to do was find a way to make some manacoins. He didn't really know what he could do in terms of working, but he'll figure that out later.
"If you say so. When did it all begin…?"
"I guess it first started when I came to the dungeon. I was a chef in my past life, from a world called Agligoth. This whole dungeon was a new world for me. I moved through the first challenge and came here".
"But, now I'm stuck. I don't know any martial or magic arts, so I can't complete this floor challenge. Luckily, I don't really need to. I can stay on this floor and work as a chef. It isn't the best job, but it's what I love to do".
"I even found love here. My wife, Wendy, is absolutely amazing. She's the love of my life, and we love each other dearly. Actually, she should be coming back anytime now".
"Anyways, around a couple months ago, There… was an issue with someone powerful…"
Paul began to trail off, clearly being nervous about discussing his situation.
"It's okay if you don't want to continue," Quinn politely said. "I don't want to intrude on your private life if it makes you feel uncomfortable".
"No, no, it's okay. The thing is… I just have trouble saying it…" Paul apologized.
Before he could continue, the door opened. A woman walked in. She looked to be the same as Paul, about 60 years old. She wore an elegant outfit, one that suited her perfectly. It looked like some sort of wizard robe, but toned down and altered to look more natural.
"Oh, sorry for interrupting you three" she quickly apologized after seeing that she came in the middle of their discussion.
"Don't worry, it's fine" Quinn brushed it off.
"If you say so. What were you talking about?" she asked.
"We were wondering why Paul didn't have as many customers, right Ella?"
"Yep!" she added.
"Oh, is that so. I assume Paul hasn't gotten to tell you what happened" Wendy predicted.
"How did you know?"
"Oh, he's too irritated by the whole situation" Wendy let out a small laugh.
"What?! No!" Paul tried to defend himself but it was futile.
"Do you want to know what happened?" Wendy asked Quinn and Ella, ignoring Paul's denial.
"Sure" "Uh huh" they both were intrigued.
"Well, to make it simple, it's because of me".
"What?!" Quinn was surprised. How did Wendy, Paul's wife, make him lose all of his customers?
"Let me explain," she said. "In the city, there's a community called the underground. They do dirty things like slave trading, robbery, killing and more. They want to recruit me because of my art, so they're trying to force me to join them. About a month ago, they started threatening our regulars, forcing them to stop eating here".
"Now, most people know not to eat here, so the only customers that we get are penniless newbies that just came from the first floor".
"Paul's upset that he can't do anything to stop them, and irritated that he can't cook food for anyone except us".
"Well" she paused, glancing at both Quinn and Ella. "You two are exceptions".
"Anyways" she continued. "It doesn't matter too much. I still make enough money to support both of us. So we're doing just fine without customers".
"Well that's good at least," Quinn said. "But why are they going to such great lengths to recruit you?"
"It's because of my alchemy art".
"Alchemy art? What's that?" He had never heard of an art called potion-making.
"It's a really coveted profession art".
"Hold up. Profession art? What's that?"
"You don't know what a profession art is?" Paul jumped into the discussion. It seems like he's perfectly fine talking about things that don't relate to his lack of customers.
"I know that there are martial arts and magic arts, but I've never heard of profession arts" For some reason, despite him living on the first floor of the dungeon for five years, he'd never heard about profession arts.
"Well," Wendy said. "A profession art is a type of art that's not focused on fighting, but rather production. Alchemy, for example, is turning one thing into another".
"That's neat".
"Yep. Technically anything can be considered a profession art, as long as you produce something. So, there's a cooking art, blacksmithing art, tailor art, mining art, scribe art, etc. Most common jobs can be considered a profession art".
"Then what's the difference between a regular job and a profession art?" Quinn questioned.
"How well you do it. Think about it this way. Anyone can make a sandwich, or cook up an egg. But they aren't chefs. Similarly, a chef can work at a restaurant and cook good meals, but that doesn't mean they understand the art of cooking".
"Ohhh" It clicked in his head. So even though Quinn knew how to cook decently, it couldn't be considered a cooking art since he didn't have a deep understanding of cooking.
"Wait a minute" he realized. "Actually, I was taking Ella here to find her a suitable art for her. Don't you think that she should learn a profession art?"
"That sounds like a splendid idea" Wendy agreed with his idea. Paul also nodded his head.
"What do you think?" Quinn asked Ella.
"I want to learn how to cook like Paul!" she said happily.
"Is that okay with you" he asked Paul.
"Sure. That works out perfectly" he gave his approval.
"That's great".
"Actually, Quinn" Wendy suddenly asked. "I was wondering if you'd like to learn alchemy from me".
"Say what?"
"Me and Paul," she grabbed Paul's hand. "We know that we're getting old, and we've been looking for someone to teach our skills to. We'd actually asked some others that were regulars to our restaurant if they'd like to learn, but they all turned us down when they learned that it was a profession art".
She grew sentimental. "Plus, ever since we stopped getting customers, a few people came and asked if I could teach them alchemy. It was quite obvious that they were a part of the underground and had other plans. Even though I won't teach them the art of alchemy, I'm afraid that I might get attacked by the underground, so I'd at least want my alchemy to live on".
"Well, why not?" Quinn had nothing to lose. Frankly, he didn't think that the underground would attack her suddenly. "But isn't there some sort of authority or government? Why haven't they gotten rid of the whole underground yet?"
"We do have the city guards, but this system of authority is terrible. Since this is the gladiator floor, you can become the ruler if you beat the current ruler in a gladiator fight. Of course, you have to prove yourself worthy of that first, but that's beside the point".
"Currently, the ruler is absurdly strong, but incredibly lazy when it comes to running this floor, so he leaves it to his subordinates. A lot of them are corrupt, so they let the underground get away with a lot of stuff".
"That's a problem," Quinn said. "Still, I don't think that the underground would be so daring to openly attack you".
"I think so too, but you can never be too careful" Wendy expressed her doubts. "Anyways, do you want to start learning?"
"Not quite yet. Me and Ella are new to the floor, so we need to find a way to earn manacoins and a place to stay" Quinn explained their situation.
"That's not a problem at all" She brushed off his concerns. "We have a spare bedroom which you two can use. And trust me, even after learning the basics, you can earn a lot of profit from alchemy. I'm still baffled that no one else took up my offer".
"That's very nice of you" he thanked Wendy for her help.
"No problem. It'll be more lively with more people around, other than Paul who's boring".
"Hey!" Once again, his complaints fell on deaf ears.

Death is inevitable, but some are offered a second chance. 1% of beings that have the highest power, ability and potential are brought to the dungeon of souls to try and get to the bottom. Those who clear the 100 floors will become the god of souls. 

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Quinn is a normal human, who refused to descend the dungeon. He trained for 5 years, but didn't even gain that much strength. But one day, he encounter a stranger, who set him onto a path that changed his life forever.

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Updates every Tuesday and Saturday (ADT)

Bill Tanner enjoyed searching for amateur works of art anywhere he could, he didn't actually appreciate any of it but felt a sense of pride in showing them off to the circle of people who came by for the occasional party. Bill was very rich, his grandfather had made a fortune and his father was a lucky investor, so Bill's life had always been smooth financially. Purchasing a few expensive cars was no problem, so a few hundred on paintings could only be considered spare change.

Bill was surfing the web for any new pieces, making offers on them, a small grainy photo was displayed for one with no price listed, he gave a quote of $200 and quickly received a reply. A courier was sent to bring the wrapped back, it got stored in a side room along with dozens of other works of art without being checked.

Jim was very happy that someone had valued his art enough to pay in the hundreds for it, he'd have let it go for under $50, he headed out to get more wood for carving and plenty of canvas to continue his practice.

Two days passed, Jim was very satisfied with his progress.

[Cooking Level Up]
[Cooking Level Max]
[Cooking Derivation Skill Failed, Requirements Not Met]
[Cook Job Obtained]
[Congratulations Host, Host Has Achieved Maximum Level In A Skill, Skill Max Gift Pack x 1 Awarded]
[Handicrafts Level Up]
[Handicrafts Level Max]
[Handicrafts Derivation Skill - Infusion Crafting Obtained]
[Congratulations Host, Host Has Achieved Maximum Level In A Skill, Skill Max Gift Pack x 1 Awarded]
[Art Level Up]
[Art Has Reached Level 8]
[Sculpting Level Up]
[Sculpting Level Max]
[Sculpting Derivation Skill - Puppeteer Obtained]
[Congratulations Host, Host Has Achieved Maximum Level In A Skill, Skill Max Gift Pack x 1 Awarded]
[Ornament Crafting Level Up]
[Ornament Crafting Level Max]
[Ornament Crafting Derivation Skill Failed, Requirements Not Met]
[Congratulations Host, Host Has Achieved Maximum Level In A Skill, Skill Max Gift Pack x 1 Awarded]
[Accessory Crafting Level Up]
[Accessory Crafting Level Max]
[Accessory Crafting Derivation Skill Failed, Requirements Not Met]
[Congratulations Host, Host Has Achieved Maximum Level In A Skill, Skill Max Gift Pack x 1 Awarded]
[Jeweler Job Obtained]
[Tool Handling Level Up]
[Tool Handling Has Reached Level 9]
[Mystic Portrait Level Up]
[Mystic Portrait Has Reached Level 4]

Appraisal just wouldn't seem to level up, he kept using it on anything he could see but it refused to advance, he couldn't figure out why. Two new skills were earned, Jim switched his job to Cook as he ended up cooking several times per day.

The rest of the bracelets and necklaces had been sold by now, he wasn't very optimistic of selling more as they hadn't been very profitable nor popular. Jim decided to test Puppeteer, he carved a tiny figure of a cat and tried to activate the skill, a pleasant sense of something escaping his body and flowing towards the figure was felt, suddenly the figure came to life and began moving about, stretching, curling up and napping, imitating the normal actions of a cat, he used appraisal.

[Tiny Cat Sculpture]
[Level: 0]
[HP: 5/5]
[MP: 1/1]
[Attack: 2]
[Dexterity: 2]
[Vitality: 1]
[Agility: 3]
[Magic: 1]
[Subordinate To Jim Garrett]

'Huh...' He tried telling the tiny cat what to do and it immediately complied, it seemed to read his mind as he just had to think of where he wanted it to walk and it did so.

Noticing it had a level listed, a grin spread on Jim's mouth 'This could be very useful'. He didn't dwell on it long and went to testing Infusion Crafting. Stringing a new bracelet, he activated Infusion Crafting halfway through, another sense of something being sent over was felt. The bracelet was finished, but Jim couldn't find anything different than a normal one. "Appraise"

[Simple Bead Bracelet - Quality: Good]
[Infused +2 Strength]
[Crafted By Jim Garrett]

'Huh...', It was a small bonus, but Jim figured it could become useful eventually. He felt this was enough crafting for now and decided to test out an idea, purchasing another stack of paper he started drawing again, this time attempting to map out his room.

[Cartography Skill Obtained]

'Yes!' Jim started moving through the building, eventually drawing out a faithful floor plan of the entire condo.

[Cartography Level Up]
[Cartography Has Reached Level 3]
[Spatial Reasoning Skill Obtained]

'Not enough...' Jim headed outside and started mapping the entire street, after that he moved to the next, then the next.

[Cartography Level Up]
[Cartography Level Max]
[Cartography Derivation Skill - Mental Map Obtained]
[Congratulations Host, Host Has Achieved Maximum Level In A Skill, Skill Max Gift Pack x 1 Awarded]
[Spatial Reasoning Level Up]
[Spatial Reasoning Level Max]
[Spatial Reasoning Derivation Skill Failed, Requirements Not Met]
[Congratulations Host, Host Has Achieved Maximum Level In A Skill, Skill Max Gift Pack x 1 Awarded]

Suddenly, he didn't need the paper anymore, everywhere he looked was recorded within his mind, a simple thought brought up a window displaying a eagle-eye similar to a game's map, this was what he was aiming for, the extra skill added was nice too.

Now, Jim headed home, he took a deep breath to calm his nervousness and decided to begin what he had planned, "Detection", a flood of information came at him, it was overwhelming, his mind slowed down, but he did his best to keep it going.

[Detection Level Up]
[Detection Has Reached Level 6]
[Mental Endurance Level Up]
[Mental Endurance Has Reached Level 5]
[Mental Acuity Level Up]
[Mental Acuity Has Reached Level 4]

The pain began subsiding, it was bearable now, he could feel everything around with complete detail, stretching out as far as his senses would go allowed him to envelop the entire city. He spent some time checking things over until his head started throbbing again. After deactivating Detection he laid down to rest and began to drift off.

April Maxwell was heading to the weekly party on Saturdays, some rich guy named Bud or something invited people over regularly, he always had lots of snacks refreshments and there were many people there. The only drawback was an unwritten rule that you had to look at his stupid artwork and praise it. She could handle it though, it was a small price to pay for lounging around in luxury.

After arriving, she felt something was off, the usual chatter between dozens of people and clanking of plates was missing. Thinking she may have come at the wrong time somehow she slowed down, looking for anyone nearby, she spotted someone, Dave, he was in the living room staring at something. Approaching to ask why the party was so dull today she noticed that the living room was extremely crowded, everyone had a face of amazement painted on their faces as they stared at the same point across the room. She felt something was very wrong, but a sense of morbid curiosity caused her to look over, "Oh my god..."

A beautiful vista spread before her, she was clad in full plate armor holding a long pike, thousands of men and women were nearby, they were unfamiliar but a sense of comradery could be felt with them, hundreds of miles away stood a peak, atop it was a ferocious beast eyeing them with a blind rage, it roared and flapped it's wings, beginning to take off. She knew what had to be done, she cast off her fear and took a heavy step forward.

A middle aged man stumbles across an artifact which changes his life in ways he could not imagine.

Author's Note: I'm sure you guys have noticed the lack of updates. I don't have writer's block nor are there any events preventing me from writing. I honestly just don't have to motivation to keep going for now. Thus, I'm putting the novel on Hiatus, I hope everyone has enjoyed what I've written, thank you.

(AN: This time Ill try using the thoughts of other characters in the same POV Ill put (' ) in others thoughts)

I can see Rudy holding back his laughter. He must be laughing that his brother is a chuunibyou

Roxy: 'What kind of chant is that? Based on how the spell formed, it should be a newly created spell!! 

Roxy: Art, how did you create a new spell? Ive never heard of a chant so exaggerated? 

Huhuhu it seems she was amazed at how good I am, but I should keep it low key, or not...

Art: Hmmm? Sensei when you say those words, isnt it to make yourself cool?

Huhuhu nice excuse for being a child.

Roxy: What? No chanting is not to make yourself cool. Instead chanting is a tool to create magic. By chanting magic word that help make magic automatic, the chanter can produce magic power by using the magic power in their body. after a number of years using magic a few elite magicians can use a shortened version of the chant... Do you usually chant it that way? In battle especially monsters chanting like that will make you give away to nearby monsters.

Arthur: Usually... I dont chant

I started creating 5 [[Water Swords]] floating above me.

Roxy: 'Seriously?!! he's already at this level in his age? Even for a genius this is unheard of!!'

Roxy: ... I see. So you usually use voiceless incantion. I see. Do you feel tired?

Arthur: Though I feel a little tired. But its no problem to me I can still listen to your lessons. Did you know Im a Miko my physical aspects are higher than normal.

My mana is still a little less it just reached 1.0

Roxy: Is that so? Even though you know voiceless incantion but your mana reserves are little lacking to become an excellent magician.

Rudeus: Dont worry about ni-chan sensei. He only wants to study until intermediate. My brother is more of a swordsman than a magician.

Roxy: Is that true Art?

Arthur: Hai(Yes) sensei. I only wanted to know the basics. If you say there's a genious in us then it will be Rudy! He's several times more talented than me, Rudy show sensei your magic!!

Rudy: Hai ni-chan

Rudy then created several ball of magic of different elements. A fireball, waterball, earthball,  and windball floating everywhere around him. 10 fireball, 10 waterball, 10 earthball, 10 windball.

Roxy: .....

Art/Rudy:... Oi(Hey) sensei are you alright?

Roxy: ... Looks like there is some worth teaching them huh. Now into the next spell...

The entire morning we were taught the basic concept of magic.
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In the afternoon we were taught swordsmanship by Paul.
We were each handed a wooden sword with a reach that is right for our small bodies. 
In this training we were taught how to grip the sword, suprisingly when I held the sword. It feels like it became an extension of my body, like gaining an extra limb. 
I prefer left-handed in holding the sword since usually in everything back on earth. Left handed people have advantages in sports, fighting(like boxing) and many more so the more advantage I have. 
Admiring the wooden sword in my hand it feels like I have broken through my [[Observation Haki]] and [[Armanent Haki]]. It seems I have gained the famous ability Luffy and Roger only have they called it [[The Voice of All Things]]. The ability to hear the voices of living(AN: in one piece the sea kings) and non-liveng things(AN: in one piece like how Roger hears the voice of the Ponyglyph in Sky island).
From the sword in my hand I herd that It felt very happy to be held by the Sword *%$#&. Hmm... It seems I still cant hear the rest or maybe Im still not strong enough.
Next session was Paul stretching for flexibility then physical training.

Paul: Art since you are a Miko how about using these?

Arthur: Tou-san what is that?

Paul: A magic item for you. This bracelet is a magic item for training you physically. When you wear it it will automatically adjust the weight of your body appropriate for your training. I found these in the dungeon when Im still an adventurer so take care of it.

Arthur: Hai tou-san.

I wear it and then I felt I was wearing weights all over my body. Hmm this is a good, will help my training and get stronger fast.

Rudues: otou-san do you have another? I would also like another one.

Paul: I dont have more Rudy, sorry about that. But even if you wear that it will only affect your growth negatively. I only gave it to your ni-chan since he has a miko body, the more he trains it the stronger his body becomes. 

Rudy: Okay father.

After physical training he taught us the basics. Grip, fighting stance, sword strikes, parry, foot work and etc.
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Night time during cooking I went to the kitchen to find Mother and Aunt Lilia in cooking for food. 

Arthur: ka-san Lilia ba-san(Aunt) would you teach me how to cook?

Zenith: Ara ara~ why would you like to learn how to cook Art?

Arthur: Since my body is strong it also need a lot of nutrients to grow big and strong, I red it in the book(showing them the book I red). Thats why I ate a lot. But most importantly I want to learn the recepies so that even though Im not home I can still taste the food you cook. 

Zenith: Ara... My tiny little glutton is so cute~. Okay you can start by washing the vegetables over there then your Aunt Lilia will teach you the recepie we were about to cook tonight.

Arthur: Hai ka-san. Lilia ba-san teach me~ teach me~

Lilia: Yes young master. Could you can start washing the vegetables then I will teach you how to slice the meat.

It seems Lilia is not really afraid of me. In the novel she's afraid of Rudeus since he seems like an perverted adult in a skin of a baby. I guess she already considered Rudy a normal child since I'm the more abnormal one since Im a Miko.


Then our family bonding starts. This is my first time cooking with my family. Im truly happy that I already had a family to cook and eat together. I've always been alone when eating dinner in my old house back on earth so these family is really I wanted to protect.

Then dinner time I ate 5 worth of meal for an adult male. I also considered it as training since everytime I ate more the food that I digested also seems my body grows stronger.

Paul: It never seems to amaze me that you can eat more than all of us here Art. Its a good thing that I always bring a wild boar for dinner every night or we will starve everytime you eat.

Roxy: Yeah. I never think that a child really can eat more than all of us here.

Zenith: Mah mah~ Dont mind them Art. A child should eat more to become strong and big man like your father.

Paul: Yeah Art you should eat till your satisfied. You too Rudy, if you dont eat more you'll become a midget in the future.

Paul teased Rudy since Rudy since there is still more than a half of food left on his plate.

Rudy: Dont compare me to Ni-chan. Ni-chan has an abmormal body so he ate a lot! Im still 3 years old, Im not like an insatiable glutton like him!

Paul/Zenith/Lilia/Roxy: hahahahahahahahahaha

And the night goes on in the Greyrat family

This only a fanfiction about Mushoku Tensei.

I don't own Mushoku Tensei(It's owned by its rightful author) except the OC of this fanfic.

English is not my main language

This novel is about a boy who is adolescent boy who is a big fan of Mushoku Tensei. He was reading the novel when suddenly some delinquents took the book and put it in fire. The boy finally snapped and couldnt take it anymore and started lashing out on them, having the adrenaline while fighting them. In the end he gave them a beating and lie down exhausted. You could see his fist full of blood at the ground several fresh tooth. If somebody saw this they would say "monster". Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his stomach. He saw a person full of bruises in the face and his hands holding a pocket knife in his stomach. He couldnt believed he will die this way. "I hope I'll get isekai'd like Rudeus. Id like to marry Roxy when I get there." suddenly he cried "Im asking for the impossible I might be crazy". 

Never did he know that his wish had been granted. Not only was he reincarnated he was also the twin older brother of Rudeus.

[I dont own Mushoku Tensei, I created this fanfic just for fun]

Inside of a dark basement, 19 years old teenage boy removing the wires on his body while smiling creepily. His dark hair that matches his dark and tired eyes with his amazing built. This mad scientist is Yi Xue who currently finished his another experiment on himself.

"Hahahaha! I achieve the money-maker system!I've been waiting for this time to come!", he shouted while laughing.

[Please refrain yourself from doing unnecessary things. You can't still move properly because your body isn't recovered fully.]

"I know. I know, Asteria. I am just happy to achieve things like this! Hahaha!", he laughed once again, "Now, now. Let me see my status once again."

[Status]
Name: Yi Xue
Age:19
Job: None
Temporary Job: [Poor Scientist]
Level: 1
Exp: 0/2000

Money: 100 000 yuan
SP: 0 G

[Skills]
None
-
[Shop]
[Inventory]
[Missions]
-

"This thing is still not complete yet. I can't see my intelligent stats. I'll be upgrading this next time. Now, open the [Shop]"

[Shop]

[Skill Shop]
Martial Arts-250 G
Cooking-350 G
Singing- 250 G
Godly Deep-Fried Dough Sticks (Sub-Cooking)- 10 G
(Others...)

[Books]
Cempantous (Martial Art Book)-40 G
Hacking Learning (Computer)- 30 G
Math (Intelligent)- 50 G
Way of Dancing with Martial Arts (Martial Art & Dancing)- 100 G
(Others...)
Warning: If you don't have that skill please refrain from buying everything.

[Pills & Elixirs]
Face Pill (Eyes)(No. of face pill: 100)(Permanent)- 45 G per 1 pill
Face Pill (Nose)(No. of face pill: 100)(Permanent)- 80 G per 1 pill
Face Pill (Lips)(No. of face pill: 100)(Permanent)- 180 G per 1 pill
Face Pill (Whole Face)(No. of face pill: Infinite)(Temporary)- 270 G per 1 pill
Immortality Pill (10 years add)(No. of Immortality Pill: Infinite)(Permanent)- 1000 G
(Others...)

[Upgrade the system first to buy more from the shop]

SP: 0 G
—

"oooh~ This is awesome. hehehe. Can you gave me some shop points, Asteria?"

[I can't allow that. You need to work hard. Start doing mission.]

"You're such a meanie.", Yi Xue said in a flirty manner.

[F**k off]

"?!", Yi Xue was shocked by the sudden cussed of his system, "Where the hell did you learn that?"

[From you. Are you an idiot? You're the only one who can hear me!]

"Hmph. Then I'm sorry for being dumb. Now, open the [Inventory]"

[Inventory]

Magic backpack- 1x
Magic Laptop- 1x
Lucky Draw- 1x

—
"Ohh! What the hell is this Lucky Draw?!", Yi Xue was amused by what he saw in front of his eyes.

[You'll randomly draw a Card at the system]

"Hahaha! Then what are we waiting to open it!"

[Lucky Draw]
[Shuffling...]
[Choose a card]
1,2,3,4,5

"5!", Yi Xue enthusiastically said

[Card 5]
[Opening...]
[You've acquired a Godly Deep-Fried Dough Sticks (Sub-cooking) skill!]

"What?! What the hell is this?! Is there something cool skill?! Like magic?!"

[Your level is too low to acquired those things.]

"Dammit!", Yi Xue cussed and sighed in defeat, " Open the mission!" 

[Mission]
[Choose a mission to complete]
[Daily exercise](morning only)-exercise daily to acquire a godly body. Do 100 push up, curl-ups, and a 10 km run with 10 rounds. (It will go up by 10 every week)(Infinite Mission)

Punishment: Die
Rewards: (Your stats will go up by 10+), Lucky Draw (Chance: 67% Rare Skill, 30%Common Skill, 3% Unique Skill), 500 G, 500 EXP

[Read a book]- read a book so that you'll learn a lot. Read a book every day for 6 hrs. (Infinite Mission)

Punishment: Dumb
Rewards: (Your Int will go up by 20+), Lucky Draw (Chance: 60% Unique Skill, Book and Pill, 35% Common Skill, 4% Rare Book, 1% Garbage), 500 G, 500 EXP

—

"The punishment is pretty harsh...", Yi Xue paled as he saw the punishments, " I choose them both." 

[Good. Now do it before you die.]

[Time limit: 4:00:00]
[Start!]

"What?! Can I rest for a min—"

[3:23:00]

[If you complain, I'll reduce a large amount of your time fufufu~]

"Nooo!!!", Yi Xue screamed as he heads out outside to start running.

—

After doing the daily exercise, Yi Xue changes into his new clothes and also take a bath. He looks around and feels that his house is a little small for someone like him.

"Should I buy a new house?"

[I suggest not. You should do work to acquire money. I estimated that your money will not last long since you like doing experiments.]

"Hmm... That is right. Asteria, what do you think I should do?"

[Made a street food stand then use the skill that you've got in the Lucky Draw.]

"That godly thing?"

[Yes, that 'godly thing' is actually delicious. Try it yourself but first, buy a Cooking skill since you've recently acquired an SP.]

"Are you trying to sna—"

[This is for your sake and my sake.]

"What? Anyways, buy that Cooking Skill, already."

[Buying...]
[You've acquired a Cooking Skill. (Level:1)]
[Warning: Practice your cooking skill to level 2 so you can cook the Godly Deep-Fried Dough Sticks (Sub-Cooking).]

"This system is a f**king scam!", Yi Xue shouted in dismay while walling.

Experimenting on his own body to achieve a great money system. Let’s see what Yi Xue will do when he finishes his Money-maker system…

Aker finished up in the medic station as usual treating both patients from within The Pit and outside. The woman who had sneaked in earlier in the morning had paid off a guard to get in twenty minutes early so that she could be seen. She had heard that the wait list to see Aker was two to three days.

She wasn't sure as she didn't know anything about the poison in her body but the way she felt, she didn't believe she would have two or three days left to live, so seeing Aker and Dr. Life & Death was really her last option. If they didn't have a way to treat her then she was surely going to die.

Aker left her sleeping there through the whole shift. He figured she would probably sleep through the day and perhaps even longer. When he was leaving, he left written instructions about the woman for his Senior Brother Fenton so that he could care for her while Aker was off at the Blacksmith or the kitchen.

While working in the forge Aker continued hammering away at his metal. His routine was to spend the first hour in the forge working on building molds and then two or three hours hammering away. As Mavis would always tell him "A blacksmith should be swingin a hammer. If you don't know what to make or what to do, go pick up a hammer and swing. If what your tryin to make aint workin go pick up a hammer and swing. There aint nothin that can't be fixed with a hammer!"

If Mavis would have told Aker that when he first started in the forge, he probably would have rolled his eyes at him. But now Aker didn't just listen to every word of Mavis, he tried to understand the importance of it. For Aker blacksmithing has become just as important as cooking and medicine, each day he looked forward to his time in the forge.

The truth was Mavis was a borderline sage. While his advice about swinging a hammer seemed trite and simplistic it actually had a great deal of wisdom. When Aker worked in the forge swinging his hammer, he was capable of dropping all of his concerns and problems. Swinging the hammer used so much stamina, muscle and concentration it didn't leave your mind or body room to think about anything else. There was something almost therapeutic about the fire, the forge and swinging a hammer that excited Aker these days.

Finishing in the forge Aker headed over to the kitchen and just like normal he separated from Kara and started walking towards his reject station, however today there was a huge difference in the kitchen.

When Aker walked in, all the disciples were lined up and no one was cooking as they quietly stood at their station as if though they were waiting for something.

"Today we find out if any of you are honoring the glory that is the art of cooking. For those that pay proper homage and respect you will advance. For those of you who have allowed for your barbaric and ignorant ways to prevent you from fully exemplifying the glory that is my kitchen you will be dealt with appropriately."

Sampson's voice rang out through the room. Ever since Sampson had first walked Aker into the kitchen and explained the rules to him this was just the third time Aker had seen him.

Sampson's eyes glared at all of the apprentices, his scowl raining down on them destroying the enthusiasm they were just displaying.

Only the new disciples were excited, for the existing disciples this was all old hat. They already knew that very few if any of them today would pass Sampson's "test" to rank up to Novice Cook. Certainly, those apprentices that were currently level 1 apprentices could level up to 2 or even 3 depending on how they do, but trying to get Sampson's seal of approval for Novice level was basically asking for the impossible.

It had been three years since the last time Sampson rewarded someone the title of Novice Cook. This was especially difficult to so many apprentices because they would leave and join other kitchens and would advance to Novice Cook almost immediately. It was known to all of the apprentices that you came to learn in Sampson's kitchen, but you didn't advance in Sampson's kitchen.

"This year I'm finally going to be the one to break his three-year running record and advance to Novice Cook. There is no way that Master doesn't advance me to at least Novice Cook Beginner, but my skills have improved enough it wouldn't surprise me if I made it all the way to Transitional." Confidence exuded from this disciple who had been working in a special station for the last year, his voice loud enough for every single one of the hundreds of disciples to hear his proclamation. Two years ago, this short and stubby guy in his late teens fell just short of Novice Cook advancing to Level 4 with Sampson giving him a "This is almost art" statement. 

"If anyone here can reach Novice Cook it would only be Senior Brother. Watching you cook brings a tear to my eye as your moves are absolutely beyond magnificent. Just waiting for Senior Brother to serve his dish is like a form of torture that could be compared with the pains of having to fight in The Pit."

Aker hearing this disciple talk rolled his eyes and was ready to berate his moronic statements. Comparing having to wait on a delicious meal to the pain and suffering of fighting in The Pit? He wanted to walk right over and slap him, that was until he heard the Senior Brother respond back.

"I understand, many of the other disciples have said those same words and I have to agree. My cooking has advanced to a level where having seen and smelled it but not being able to dig in right away could be considered an absolute evil. I dare say I have perfected my art in cooking, but should I say that I am number two here I would like to see who would say they are number one."

Aker started thinking back to his medical books and came to the conclusion that confidence that has reached this level of moronic is not a disease, so it means this disciple is just an idiot. Aker lives and breathes The Pit all day every day. This place is now his home and has been for a while now and so he truly understands the horrors and pain of being a prisoner of The Pit.

Every day he gets a firsthand look at the awful and horrible torture of The Pit while working in the medic station. To hear someone, compare their food to the pain and agony that these prisoners go through every day, Aker truly felt his blood boil.

"I'm not sure if you are qualified to be number two or not but for certain I should be number one" A voice called out from the very furthest back of the room. This voice caused the entire kitchen to stop their whispered conversations and turn around.

To everyone's surprise the voice that proclaimed that they would be number one in a room full of people who take cooking as their life was the kid no one dared look at who worked next to the waste pile at the reject station.

Silence dominated the room as everyone was left in a type of disbelief. Did this small boy not understand what was happening today?

He had just talked back to the most Senior Brother in the kitchen, Alfred Thompson, who came from a long line of Advanced Novice Cooks. The only reason he was here was because of Sampson. For some unknown reason Sampson, one of the most sought-after cooks in this part of the universe decided to cook in The Pit.

For Alfred getting acknowledged by Sampson would instantly raise his standing within his family and would open his future possibilities even allowing him to have his own successful restaurant.

Sampson's cooking was famous and everyone within the cooking community knew the stringent requirements of Sampson to advance someone to Novice Cook. Sampson had almost started his own religion with its foundation food, ingredients and cooking and he took every aspect of it seriously.

Alfred who was already an established cook prior to coming into Sampson's kitchen could have already been a Novice Cook Advanced level had he decided to go to someone else's kitchen.

Someone with those kinds of skills and pedigree was just told that they were inferior to the kid cooking next to the waste pile at a cooking station literally called the reject station.

Could there be a funnier setup for a joke? Sure, if they were talking about battle power and "scary factor" Aker beat the whole room combined hands down. There wasn't a single person who would dare stand up to Aker's fist, but the reciprocal was true as well. There wasn't a single person afraid of Aker if both of them were standing over a fire with their ingredients ready to go.

Aker who was staring down the entire kitchen from the back had a slight sneer on his face and he wasn't even trying to hide his disdain for that Senior Brother and his entourage.

In truth Aker had never seen that Senior Brother cook as Aker was all the way in the back at the reject station and Alfred was as far in as you could get while still being an apprentice cook. He had just heard the comical statements boasting of his "heavenly" cooking and extreme torture and couldn't contain himself.

Truth be told Aker rarely talked in this manner and in fact the last time he could remember taunting words coming from his mouth was during his fight with the Fire Ape when he shouted a couple of times "That hurt you more than me".

Today he had basically trampled on the dignity of the entire room as all the other apprentices were currently in the shadow of Alfred. Aker couldn't help but overhear all of their belittling comments berating him and edifying Alfred. 

Sure, there were a couple of apprentices that secretly thought that they were much better cooks than Alfred but none of them were brave enough or stupid enough to let those words out into the universe.

Alfred was already an established and known entity within this kitchen and Sampson had already praised.... well almost praised his cooking during the last evaluation. Alfred would have only gotten better since then in theory, so he was sure to get the seal of approval from Sampson.

Alfred stared at Aker for a few seconds before turning around "Anyways there is no doubt that Master will recognize my glorious cooking and with his acknowledgment I'll move up to the Station Chef level. Since you have understood how great I am I'll allow you to study under me at my station."

Alfred had signified to everyone here that Aker's statement wasn't even worth his attention and he brilliantly ignored it and Aker. He continued speaking to that apprentice who had been flattering him as if though they were never interrupted at all.

Aker seeing Alfred's blatant disregard for his existence couldn't help but shake his head 'Could facing off against these guys in here ever compare with even just one minute in the arena? Today I'll make teacher taste my food and I'll show that Alfred what torture truly feels like. I'll show him something he's never seen before.' 

As Aker stood there thinking this way Sampson began talking again...."Now for what I would like for you all to make..."

Growing up with just his mom 8 year old Yuto just finished celebrating his birthday. 

Suddenly he was kidnapped, experimented on, and forced to fight for his life with no explanation. 

In order to get revenge and in order to survive, Yuto changes his name, abandoning fear and hope.

With a new name and left for dead in The Pit he must fight his way out. 

Why was he kidnapped and experimented on?

Why was he thrown into The Pit to die?

Why after the experiments was he able to level up and see skills?

This is the story of a boy who in fighting to survive becomes something so much more.

Three chapters a week with the following release days:
Monday
Wednesday
Saturday or Sunday

The public library was much smaller then the library in the Flamesmith clan. It was only a floor tall. Leon walked in, everything was free of charge and everyone was allowed to borrow books. So he didn't have to worry about being stopped from reading anything. 

Leon went and looked around. He saw regular books as well as arts. Unlike the Flamesmith clan which separated the two into two separate Libraries. 

The public Library was small so Leon found what he was looking for quickly. He saw a shelf full of Arts. But not just any <Tier 0> arts, <Tier 0> arts focused on the body.

Leon picked two arts and read the summary on their first page. He had gotten a glimpse of all other arts and these two looked the most promising.

"<Pounding skin Art> let your body be hit by a thousand punches everyday while saying this chant to make your body stronger."

"<Charred finger Art> Touch a candle flame with your finger and slowly make your finger heat resistant."

"I can't train the first art, without the slaughter qi reinforcing my body, I won't be able to last 3 punches. The second one isn't even close to what I want. Let's see the others." Leon was losing hope after reading the first two. 

He picked another book and read it.

"<Knife block Art> Stab yourself in the chest with a knife and if you survive stab yourself again do this until your body gets stronger." 

After reading the arts summary, Leon read it again, he flipped through the book and the art was exactly what the summary had said it was. 

"F*ck! I didn't know there were Arts that taught suicide!" Having read the book Leon was fuming, the author had written such pompous trash. If he didn't get angry he wouldn't be human.
 
Everyone in the library looked at Leon. Because of the commotion. The librarian moved to Leon. 

"Sir all the books here aren't very helpful. All the body arts are either useless or incomplete. I recommend you check the elemental arts over there." 

Leon nodded but continued to see the next few books. Seeing that Leon wasn't listening the librarian shook his head as he walked away. 

"<Hopeful art>, just hope you get stronger, and if you hope enough it will happen."

He didn't even have words for this art. He just ignored and moved on. 

"<Gold Hope art>, fill a bathtub with gold, melt it and then sink yourself in it, you will then gain the gold body ability." 

"<Water Hope art>, put yourself in a bathtub of water and hope you get stronger." Another book was added to the pile on the floor.

"Why don't any of these have any chants or runes?" 

Leon was getting annoyed, he felt the last four book he read were similar. He checked who the author was and his deduction was proven right. They were all by the same author- Lucky Devil. 

He went though all the books and picked out two more books by the author called <Fire Hope art> and <Happy Body art>. One was to burn yourself and pray to God that you'll gain the flame body while the other was to be happy with yourself and stop trying to cultivate your body. 

Leon picked up the books and tried to see if there was a secret in the arts. After flipping through them he threw them all to the side. 

"Useless, F*ck! I didn't know such trash arts existed!" 

Leon picked up the last book on the shelf, "<Beast Bloody body Art>. Bathe in bestial blood to grow stronger." 

A sigh of relief left Leon's mouth. He read through the whole thing and finally found something he could use. "The art is complete but is to complicated for a Tier 0 art. It needs you to collect beast blood, the fresher the better. Then you need to cover yourself in it and form a rune." Leon flipped to the last page that showed the image of some type of ancient writing inside a circle. 

"The rune will take up around 10% of the energy of the beast to form. It will then be able to absorb energy from the surrounding passively and make the body of the cultivator stronger. The talent of the beast will determine the rate of body strengthening of the rune and maximum limit it will strengthen the body to."

Leon scrutinised the picture of the rune on the last page and was surprised. "It's so complicated? Even I would need to concentrate to draw something like this, how could your normal mortal do this?" 

"But I can see why it would be useless to most people. Mostly mortals would cultivate this art so they won't be able to kill beasts by them selves. They'll have to buy it or pay someone else to help them kill it. Even if they get the beast blood it is difficult to form the rune, then even more so to form such an unstable one."

"Even if the mortal somehow forms the rune the effects would severely lackluster as the passive strengthening from a low talent beast will barely be felt and high talent beast are hard to find and hard to kill." 

Leon closed the book. A page fell out into the floor.

Leon picked it up and saw that the tea stained  page had the words 'Beasts Rank List' written on top.

"The beasts rank List? Is this suppose to be a ranking of beasts by strength?" Leon thought as he looked at the numbers next to the names. 

"Ranking beasts has been done so many times. There are to many variants to such a list. But only a few are truly recognised as correct." 

Leon looked at the names of beasts. A lot of the name were faded but he could make out some of them. He read the ones he could make out.

"First place: <Dragons>"

"Third Place: <Demons>"

"Fifth place: <Angels>"

"Tenth place: <Devils>"

"Fifteenth place: <True Faeries>"

"Forty second place: <Dryards>"

"Ninety ninth place: <Butterflies>"

Having seen tens of thousands of different beasts and multiple versions of such lists, Leon felt that he had the right to judge the validity of the list.

"The Dryards should be higher up, at least in the thirties. While the butterflies should be at least in the top fifty. The most frightening beast I've ever seen was a Butterfly." Thinking of the butterfly made a chill go down his spine. 

"Demons have also been overestimated they don't deserve a spot in the top ten."   

"All the other spots are unknown. But I can't believe I almost forgot that, I know the future I can go and contract talented beasts before the Summoners who contracted them in my past life have the chance." Leon felt a little better. He knew the location hundreds of beasts that he could contract. Other then knowing future events he had another advantage. 

Leon kept the list back into the book. He then went back to the Liberian to borrow the Beast Blood body art. 

The Liberian saw the book and shook his head, "This book may have a cool name, but it isn't any good, you should go look for some other art. I've seen hundreds of people borrow this book yet no one has come back and told me they cultivated it successfully." 

"There is no reason to not try, who knows I might be the one that cultivates it." Leon said with a smile.

The Liberian sighed, "Thats what the last hundred said. Here, good luck."

Leon took the book and headed back to the Clan. He had got what he came for. 

Along the way he used the 500 copper to buy a bottle of the lowest quality beast blood and a cheap soul quill.

...

At the clan gates Leon showed his Clan Token and entered. He walked all the way to his house. It was still early morning and his house was empty. 

His dad had left to do his work as an elder of the Clan, while his mother had left to meet with her friends for morning tea. 

This was some thing his parents did in his past life, while being locked up in the tower he had asked them to tell him what they did all day so he knew their routine. 

Leon went up to his room. He set down all the book, the bottle and the quill. He then looked at the pills his father had  bought for him and kept them to the side. 

"Using such low quality pills would lower my potential while giving me a slight increase in my bodies strength. Potential for strength, is the dumbest trade off you could do." 

Leon picked up the <Beast Blood Body Art> he flipped to the page with the rune drawn on, he then picked up another book that his younger self used to use to write notes in. 

He then opened the beast blood bottle and dipped the soul quill into it. He then started copying the rune onto the book. 

Soul quill was a special quill that allowed the writer who used it to draw runes onto paper without the use of elemental energy. The rune could then be activated using Soul energy and tested for its effects.

"I'll have to slowly improve the rune, by making small changes, until it becomes actually useful." 

"This rune is actually even harder then I thought, you need to at least be a Summoning Master to make something this complicated. Looks like the origin of this rune isn't as simple as I thought." 

He then finished drawing it, studied it. He then put his hand onto the rune and used his soul energy to activate it and measure its effects. 

Soul energy was the energy of the soul that all humans had. It was different from elemental energy as it was used to build the soul.

Leon's soul energy had been drained as both souls in his body had almost all their soul energy drained to keep the body alive and support it to keep two souls. 

It was Leon's past souls large amount of soul energy, the reason the younger Leon was still alive.

The rune lit up and Leon could tell what it's effects were. "It still takes in 10% of the energy of the beast, it's just that it's a little more stable." 

Leon continued to do same on the next page...

Leon did this repetitive task for the next four hours, he drew hundreds of runes each a little diffferent then the last. He then activated them and tested for the effects. 

Continually altering it made Leon how wrong he had been to think this tune was simple. 

Around the 104th rune he stopped and looked at the rune. It held traces of the rune he had started with but it was very different. 

Leon put his finger on it and activated it. Feeling the effects he smiled.

"Absrobs around 50% of the dead beasts energy, it's made even more efficient in the strengthening, it should be around twice as strong as the original rune, which means the for their same talent of beast this rune will cause almost double the amount of strengthening to the body." 

Leon sighed looking at the rune, "This is the most efficient rune I can draw in my current circumstances."

Leon heard the door open downstairs, his mother had returned. 

Leon walked down to greet her. 

Sandra entered and saw Leon, she saw him and asked, "Leon, what happened? I met Aunt Reva on the way and she said that you were thrown out of the lecture in the morning."

"Well, I, don't know, I just didn't like Elder Raymond, maybe I was tired and my mind was clouded."

Sandra sighed, "Well, it doesn't matter, Pace already dealt with Elder Raymond. You should go thank him. He's always taking care of you, his parents still aren't back right? Why don't you call him over for dinner or lunch tomorrow?" She then walked to the living room and put her bag down on a table. 

"Sure, mom, I'll ask him tomorrow." Leon said as he went and got a snack from the Ice Rune Fridge. Sandra saw this and entered the kitchen as well. 

"Leon, Aunt Reva also told me you were looking for arts? and that you asked about Tier 5 arts." Sandra took out some vegetables and beast meat. 

"Mom, are you sure you met Aunt Reva on the way, this a lot of 'telling' for meeting 'on the way here'." Leon took the vegetables and started chopping them with speed and grace. 

"Boy don't you sass me! So tell me what happened, why are you looking for arts so suddenly?" Sandra started boiling water. 

"I think the pills dad gave me made my body stronger, So I thought I could finally practice arts." Leon moved the vegetable onto another plate and started cutting the next one. 

"Did you find any good arts?"

"No, I even went to the public library but their wasn't anything too useful, I did borrow a book because I already went all the way there."

Sandra put the pasta into the boiling water and then looked at Leon cutting the vegetables. He was clearly different today. He would never help in cooking normally. It was like he had suddenly matured.

Leon noticed this but continued to chop the vegetables. He would never let anyone else cook for him, since he was young he was under threat of poisoning at the Flamesmith clan. 

Plus as someone who had used poison to kill hundreds of people he knew how lethal they could be, So he always made his own food. 

Sandra watched Leon cook and smiled but it was a sorrowful smile, she thought, "It looks like it's almost time..."

"Mom, why are you blanking out? You'll over cook the pasta." Leon said. 

"Ahh! Thanks Leon." 

They both finished making dinner and set it on the table. 

A few minutes later David arrived as well and the whole family was united again at the table.

"Sandra what happened? You cooked something good two times in a row? Impossible!" 

"Say you don't like me cooking again!" Sandra roared. 

"I'm kidding, I love your cooking, it might be a little bit off sometimes but that's what makes it the best in the world. Never too perfect, when it's good its the best food I've eaten, when it's bad...It's still good." 

"What do you mean by off?!"

"You sometimes put too much salt..." David knew he had messed up. 

Sandra had a look at disdain as she looked at Daivd, "I dare you to eat your breakfast tomorrow." 

"Honey, please, don't do this." 

Sandra ignored David's pleas as she said, "I didn't make it, it was Leon who made it today." 

"No, mom helped as well, it was a team effort." Leon with a serious face spoke.

"I see that's why it was so good, only my our son could rival his mother in cooking, you have inherited your mother's skills and my looks and charisma." David said with a slight nod. 

Both mother and son looked at each other, they were both rendered speechless. 

...

Leon laid on his bed, the moon had risen and it was already night time. His parents had fallen asleep.

The expression his mother had earlier, that sorrowful smile, had told him a lot.

"Things might turn for the worst soon." Leon thought. He sighed and shook his head, it was still better then his past life, because of his talent the whole clan had been destroyed by the time he was 20.

Long ago beast and humans were living together in harmony. 

But all changed the demons broke through dimensions and attacked. 

They killed and spread chaos. 

The beast divided into two. One faction joined the humans while the other allied with the Demons. 

The humans and beast formed contracts to cultivate together to grow stronger faster. 

Through many sacrifices they banished the demons from the world.

Now millions of years later. 

In a small town a boy was born. He spent his life in pain, misery and war. Through the worst of fates he was killed by his own beast. 

He was given another chance by mysterious means and was brought back in time.

"Revenge will be so... sweet."

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