As silly as it sounds, an oven toaster brought them together.

There were many wild animals in the United States; when it was hunting season, people could get a variety of game meat for food.
The Playboy was not the only one who brought meat. Blacktooth Robbie also brought a similar gift: a large piece of tenderloin, which would make an excellent steak. Steak, however, also required more effort to prepare. Big Quinn directly rubbed the meat with a layer of butter.
There were also some people who brought wild pork meat. Li Du had eaten this chewy type of meat before.
Whether it’s wild pork or wild beef, they had eaten or seen it before. There was even one who brought wild goose meat, which was really rare and strange.
Big Quinn cured the peacock meat by marinating it using a mixture of red wine, gin, Japanese miso, and olive oil.
When it was noon, it was time to eat.
American parties did not have many rules in regards to meals; most of the time parties just had buffet-style meals. Hans’s party was like a do-it-yourself buffet. Everyone took the prepared or marinated meat and the like, and barbecued it themselves.
Li Du had originally wanted to show off his culinary skills by preparing some dishes. However, there were too many people to entertain. Now that he was very popular, everyone wanted to talk with him. Therefore, he had no free time.
With the large assortment of food at this treasure hunter party, there were mostly burgers. This was the easiest meal to prepare and could enable the guests to fill up their stomachs in the fastest possible time. Big Quinn had prepared a lot of burger ingredients and placed them on the table for the treasure hunters to mix and match.
Li Du put two of them into the oven designed by Big Quinn, which had different layers for cooking. In this way, when the fire was lit, the flames would not rise directly to the top.
"Three-zone oven?" Lu Guan seemed intrigued by the oven; he squatted near it to take a closer look.
Li Du asked, "What about it?"
"Well, this is a high-grade oven—one that is very troublesome to make. Look, the top layer is a low-temperature zone, the highest temperature zone is around the center and the bottom layer is the middle-temperature zone. They all have different roles."
This type of oven was very suitable for grilling burgers. The meat could be placed in the high-temperature for quick grilling, then moved to the mid-temperature zone where the meat inside would be thoroughly cooked. When it was fully-cooked, the meat was placed in the low-temperature zone to stay warm.
But as this was a complicated process, Hans got impatient after grilling his burger in the first zone and ate it after it was ready, skipping the step to place it in the mid-temperate zone.
After chewing on the burger two times, he asked, "Is this the wild beef? It’s too lean, the meat doesn’t smell good at all."
Big Quinn walked over and took a look. "Nope, it’s pork. Just that it’s too lean. Come, put some butter on it. Remember not to use the tongs to press the burger during barbecuing or the oil inside will be squeezed out."
Li Du also made himself a burger. He took two slices of bread and a piece of wild beef as he had never eaten that before.
"Don’t use too much seasoning with the wild beef," recommended the Playboy. "Friend, just try sprinkling some coarse salt and black pepper powder. This way, you can taste its original flavor."
Li Du added some vegetables since he didn’t add much seasoning.
He added lettuce, tomatoes and onions to make a big, fat burger and worked hard to barbecue the beef. When it was ready to be eaten, Hans grabbed the burger from him.
"Come back here, you thief!" cried Li Du angrily.
Hans cackled and had a naughty smirk on his face. "Thank you for your present, Li!"
Looking at the group of people cracking crude jokes and playing around without a care, York suddenly envied them and murmured, "Seems like living life like this isn’t too bad after all."
"Live like these barbaric and foolish bumpkins?" Frank laughed condescendingly. "No, just kill me. Our aim is to stay at Beverly Hills where our next door neighbors are Hollywood stars and politicians. As for these fools? They can go to hell!"
Not too far away in the distance, Lu Guan, who was playing with his big golden retriever, shrugged. He went to look for Li Du and commented, "Wanna know some information? Those Two have new criticisms of you..."
Li Du’s story of how Shang Yang had gained prestige and trust seemed to work. From the beginning until the end of the party, more than 10 people came to him and told him some so-called "insider news."
Not only treasure hunters there disclosed information to him, but Li even received a call from another city. When the party wrapped up, Li Du got a call from Kevin Zhang, whose Chinese name was Zhang Kai. He was working in Page Town.
If one did a search on the Internet for Page Town in Chinese, one would get results for the city of Pécs. Pécs was a famous city situated between the Danube and Drava rivers. It was one of Hungary’s most attractive cities.
The Hungarian city Pécs had a pleasant climate and a long history. The city was host to magnificent museums and had the richest Turkish architecture in Hungary.
There was also a place called "Page" in the United States, which was where Zhang Kai was working. Both Page in America and Pécs in Europe shared the same Chinese name, but there was a huge gap between them in size and population.
In the United States there were many such places. This was due to the first immigrants to Americans were from Europe. In order to cherish the memories of their homeland or simply for easy remembrance, there were many places named after European cities.
Li Du had only heard of the European city of Pécs. He was somewhat nonplussed and asked, "Hello? You’re calling from Hungary?"
The voice over the phone sounded startled and replied, "No, I’m in America, in the state of Arizona."
Li Du looked at Hans and consulted him in a low voice. "Is there a place called ‘Page’ in Arizona?"
Hans nodded his head. "Of course, it’s located in the northeastern part of Arizona. It used to belong to the Hopis."
Li Du nodded to himself and continued to answer the phone, "Hello, Mr. Zhang, may I know the purpose of this call?"
Zhang Kai proceeded to use Mandarin to converse with Li, "Hi brother, I’m currently working at Glen Canyon Storage. The company’s planning to hold an auction soon, a storage unit auction."
Li Du listened quietly. So someone’s giving me auction information? he thought.
Zhang Kai said, "Not sure if you know this: Page is a very popular tourist spot with three to four million tourists coming here annually. Over here, there is a lot of storage units filled with items.
"There will be a total of 45 storage units put on auction with various sizes—the large, medium, and small units. Some of them contain good things inside. Will you be coming for the auction?"
Li Du did not reply immediately. Instead, he asked, "How do you know me? Were you introduced to me by Mr. Ma Zhi-an? Are you also a member of the Chinese Mutual Aid Association?"
"Yes, Brother Ma has informed all the members in this line of business," replied Zhang Kai in a straightforward manner, "saying that we have another member working as a treasure hunter. And if there’s a good storage unit, we will inform you about it."
Li Du was quite moved by Ma Zhi-an’s goodwill, for this act would greatly help his line of work.
After exchanging contacts with Zhang Kai, Li Du ended the call and talked to Hans. "There’s an upcoming auction in Page, we need to set off right away."
Hans nodded and said, "Yes, there’s one with 45 storage units put up for auction."
"You need to be mindful of such news," preached Li Du. "There are 45 storage units, there could be something worthwhile in them."
Hans felt wronged. "I noticed it, but I didn’t know you were interested. Page is situated in the northeastern part of Arizona. It’s rather far away."
Li Du replied firmly, "As long as there’s money to be earned, we’ll go. Even if it’s really far."
Hans immediately disclosed another auction. "There’s also an auction in a storage company in Las Vegas with 20 storage units—might have better things in there."
Li Du replied, "Not going."
Hans was speechless.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

It was six days after the food truck mission and the three-star meal ended. No missions were given after that. Since they worked hard in the truck for a week, they might have given them a break, or maybe the judges were just busy.

There were no missions, but an episode aired on TV. The 7th episode. The team mission at the time was shown. It was the one where Kaya and Jacob formed their own teams and Jacob messed up. Also…

Cho Min Joon looked behind him. Peter was looking at his phone with his butt against the cooking station. He had no other choice. It was Kaya and Peter who were mentioned the most after the broadcast. Martin was a pro. He wasn't the type to edit Peter's parts out just because he felt bad.

All the things Peter said were broadcasted. Despite the fact that he was now more mentally mature, it was too much to just ignore. He made personal attacks after all. Cho Min Joon understood Peter. He knew that he was less mature and didn't have many good human experiences, so he had a hard time controlling himself.

But the public didn't know that, and even if they did, they wouldn't have cared. All they heard was what he said on TV. Peter became a villain, and many people expressed their rage and demanded he pay the price.

Some people were suspicious. Although his words were harsh, they wondered if Kaya might have started it, but Kaya couldn't completely cover up Peter's wrongdoing. After all, he even burned the Tandoori chicken after that… So people had no choice but to feel angry. Cho Min Joon sighed as he said,

"… Don't read the comments."

But Peter couldn't hear him. There was no way he could. Kaya couldn't either, and even if he tried not to, he would eventually get back on the internet without realizing it.

Compared to him, Cho Min Joon was better off. To be more exact, his love line was more conveyed than his abilities, but after his perfect palate was revealed, things turned around. Everyone started to think that there must have been a reason for everything he did. The foreign aspect of being Asian became wings for Cho Min Joon. People thought that Cho Min Joon was a genius that was out of their realm.

And to be honest, he didn't hate that. It was a little burdensome, but it also made him excited and smile. People liked him. People who he didn't even know anticipated his next big thing. That was a fascinating thing for him.

"We're going to start filming! Please put your phones away!"

The staff's voice rang through the house. Peter immediately put his phone in his pocket. Not long afterward, the judges entered. As usual, they said a few words to hype them up before Joseph spoke in a calm voice, "You'll see a box on your cooking station. When I count to three, please open the lid. One, two, three!"

The lids all opened at the same time. Some sighed of relief while others frowned. Cho Min Joon was the latter. Inside was a large piece of meat. To be more exact, a piece of meat and bone.

A t-bone. It was a part that also had sirloin and tenderloin attached. Joseph spoke in a serious voice, "The t-bone isn't the most delicious part of a steak. That all depends on the person, but I can say this for sure. The t-bone steak is the hardest to make. If you cook it all at the same temperature, the sirloin will cook faster than the tenderloin, but we want all of the parts to be cooked equally.

Everybody sighed. This mission was all about technique. If they made one mistake, it was over. But what Joseph said next gave them some relief, "But don't be too nervous. This mission is just a warm-up, but 1st place will get a prize. You'll be exempted from disqualification in the next mission."

In response, the contestants' eyes sparkled. Cho Min Joon sighed out of relief. It wasn't enough to go after 1st place. In Korea, it wasn't easy finding t-bone. Most meat shops just sold sirloin and tenderloin separately. They rarely sold t-bone. It was hard to find at large supermarkets as well.

So he didn't have much experience with it. When he looked at the meat, it was less than 2 centimeters thick. It wasn't thin, but it wasn't thick either. When it came to steaks, the thicker ones were easier to cook.

It was inevitable. The thinner it was, the less time they had to keep it over the fire. It was common to just sear the outer region and then end up overcooking the inside.

"You won't use a separate sauce for it. Just use salt and pepper. Remember, the most important part is to cook all of the regions equally, and flavor is important, too. You may begin! You have 10 minutes."

Cho Min Joon immediately turned around. There was no particular method of cooking t-bone, it was all about experience. When steak houses hired chefs, they usually evaluated them based on how they cooked t-bone, so that made him realize how difficult this was.

It wasn't hard to get the right flavor. All he had to do was overlook the part of making it cook equally. The sirloin would be medium while the tenderloin would be medium-rare. Some customers liked to enjoy the differences in those two parts.

But there were those who wanted both parts to be cooked the same. The perfect chef was able to provide customers with both types of t-bone.

What he had to focus on now was the cooking method. When he looked around, Kaya was getting a grate. He saw something that he couldn't understand. Peter was heating up the oven. Allan must have wondered the same thing because he approached Peter himself.

"… How do you plan on cooking it?"

"After cooking it in the oven, I'm going to sear the outer side on a pan and then rest it."

"Do you think you can control how the oven cooks it on both sides?"

"As long as I just place the tenderloin part on the pan first and cook it a little more, it should be fine.

"I'm not sure. Let's keep an eye on it."

Peter's face grew dark. He thought there was potential, but Allan's remark made his confidence go down, but he couldn't change his plans just because of one remark.

Most of the contestants were seasoning the meat. 5 minutes passed. As soon as 5 minutes passed, the contestants began to move faster.

Cho Min Joon put some pepper and salt on his. He then put it on top of a greased pan. As it made a refreshing cooking sound, Allan asked, "Do you have experience cooking t-bone?"

"No, not really."

"Focus on the range of the fire that touches the pan. That'll help you a great deal."

He was intending to do that anyway, but Cho Min Joon just smiled. There was no need to respond sharply to an intention to help.

Like Allan said, controlling the heat was key. Cho Min Joon tilted the pan and put the tenderloin where the fire was the hottest, but it couldn't be too different in temperature either. Then the tenderloin could end up more overcooked than the sirloin.

All chefs gave different tips regarding how to cook steak. Some said one could flip it more than twice while others said to fillip it every 30 seconds to a minute. Cho Min Joon flipped it every minute. When he did it that way, the juices gathered in the middle making the meat nice and juicy.

Rather than who was right and who was wrong, it all depended on the person. Cho Min Joon checked the time as he flipped the steak. He didn't use any arosser methods. It would only distract him, and the added oil could make the meat cook differently, and Cho Min Joon wasn't so skilled that he could calculate what the additional oil would do to the meat.

The predicted score was 6. It couldn't have been better. He cooked it without any sauce, so the score couldn't have been higher.

What Cho Min Joon wanted was medium. After flipping it three times, he put the meat on top of a paper towel. As long as he waited a minute for the juices to come back… He was certain that both sides would be cooked well.

The buzzer rang. The 12 contestants took their hands off of their plates, but Cho Min Joon stared at his. The cooking score of the t-bone steak after resting was 6. It was as the recipe predicted.

The judges called the contestants up one by one. They cut into the sirloin and then the tenderloin. If they were cooked differently, they didn't even taste it. That was the case for Peter.

"I asked you if you could do it well. Look at this."

Allan showed the cut meat to Peter. One side was medium and the other side was rare, and the rare part still had blood in it. Emily sighed.

"I know this isn't a disqualification round, but this is too much. You can't experiment with food like this."

"… I apologize."

Peter responded with a pale face. He was already pressured because of the negative comments online. They didn't know what else to say to that face. They sent Peter back and called up the next contestant. It was Anderson's turn. Joseph cut into both sides and smiled.

"Both sides are medium well-done. They're not burnt either. You cooked it perfectly. I'm impressed, Anderson. You haven't been able to show off your full potential until now. I feel like you've returned."

"Thank you."

Anderson answered without a smile. It was too early to be happy. He wasn't the 1st place yet. They praised him after tasting it. All the contestants commented that the medium-rare steak was nice and moist.

Cho Min Joon understood that evaluation. After all, Anderson's steak showed up as 7 points. The fact that he achieved that score with just salt and pepper meant that he would have reached 8 points with proper sauce.

Next up was Cho Min Joon. He carried his plate with confidence. As soon as Emily cut into the meat, she nodded.

"Medium. It's equal throughout. There's a slight difference… but I don't think any customer would complain about this. You haven't cooked t-bone before, have you?"

"No, ma'am."

"Then this is impressive. And the texture… Hm. It's not bad, and it's juicy, too. Good work."

Compared to Anderson's praise, Cho Min Joon's was a step down. He felt a little disappointed, but he had no choice. Experience meant a great deal when it came to cooking.

The last contestant to be evaluated was Kaya. She carried her plate to the front. Joseph looked at the plate with great interest.

"You're the only one who cooked it on a grate, Kaya. Are you confident in your job?"

"My top skill is using fire. If I didn't cook, I might have become an arsonist."

"I'll take your word on that."

Joseph cut the meat with soft hands. Kaya was right. Medium. The meat was perfectly cooked to look pink inside, both the sirloin and tenderloin. Joseph slowly put it into his mouth.

When Joseph took his first bite, his face was bright, but as he took his second and third bites, his face turned strange. Same with the other judges. Kaya looked at the judges with anxiousness.

"You cooked it well. But Kaya, I think you forgot something. When you cooked the meat, did you cook the outside first before you cooked the inside?"

In response, Kaya looked surprised. She was so busy cooking the sirloin and tenderloin at the same time that she forgot to cook the outside in order to contain the juices. Cho Min Joon just stared at Kaya. Unfortunately, her steak was a 5. It was understandable. There was plenty of fire flavor, but there wasn't much juice.

'I didn't know Kaya can screw up like that.'

Besides fighting with team members because of her personality, this was the first time he saw her mess up. Joseph spoke in a caring voice, "You seem to know where you messed up. That's okay, Kaya. All chefs make mistakes. Please go back."

"… Yes, Sir."

Kaya walked back with a sad look on her face. It was clear who took the 1st place. There were a few contestants who cooked it equally, but there was only one person who did it perfectly—Anderson. Cho Min Joon glanced at him. He tended to be consistent in his output, but the more he watched, the more impressive he got. He lost to Kaya and took 2nd place, but that meant he would've won if she wasn't there.

"We've chosen who came in 1st place. It was unanimous. Anderson, congratulations! You're excluded from the next disqualification round. Please go up to the 2nd floor!"

"Thank you."

Anderson answered calmly and began walking. While the other contestants stared with jealousy, Allan said, "Then let us announce our next mission. Some of you might not like this one."

Allan then glanced over at Cho Min Joon. Cho Min Joon twitched his eyes. He felt anxious. Allan continued in a calm manner, "This mission… is a dessert."

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.

Ever since Mag had opened his restaurant, he had truly been made to comprehend what it meant for people working in the same occupation to be enemies. 
As such, he wasn't fazed by the antagonistic eyes cast toward him at all. It didn't take a genius to know how much rage and resentment would be boiling in the hearts of these chefs.
None of that mattered to him anyway. He was a man who could see the bigger picture, and he certainly wasn't going to pay any heed to these ignorant chefs.
The butler who had led Mag to the kitchen smiled, and said, "Mr. Mag, here are all of the things that you asked for, as well as all of the ingredients that you requested. If you need anything else, feel free to tell me." 
Mag carefully examined the items on the cooking bench to verify that everything he had requested was ready, and he nodded as he said, "That should be all for now. Thanks for your hard work."
There was no such thing as a gas stove in this world, but Beate had displayed his intelligence to the world by devising a magic stove that derived its heat from a magic formation. The stove was able to provide consistent flame temperature, and the heat was easily adjustable.
All of the chefs in the second prince's manor were naturally using this type of magic stove, while Mag had bought one off the streets, and had taken a long while to grow accustomed to using it.
Prior to coming here, Mag had asked the system to convert the oven into a magic oven as opposed to having to rely on electricity. There was clearly no reliable source of electricity here in Rodu, so that would've been a major problem.
Mag asked Amy to take a seat on a little stool nearby while she ate her biscuits. He then pulled out an apron and chef's hat from one of the bags on the cooking bench before putting them on. 
"Is that the chef that His Highness sourced from Chaos City? He's so young; is he even able to cook anything good?"
"The chefs of Chaos City can't compare to the chefs in Rodu. If you ask me, any of the chefs in this kitchen is a far better chef than him."
"He's not that old, but he sure is a cocky little brat. Look at all the stuff he asked the servants to prepare; is he looking down on the kitchenware in our manor?"
The chefs weren't saying anything, yet the sous-chefs and student chefs were all discussing spiritedly among themselves.
Mag merely smiled upon hearing these barbed words. These were the most elementary playground insults, and they certainly weren't going to hurt him. Instead, he was struck by the urge to laugh.
Most of the chefs in the kitchen were already middle-aged men, so they weren't as eager to air their views as the young sous-chefs and student chefs were, but many of them were looking at Mag with disdain in their eyes. The most renowned chef in Chaos City, Head Chef Beate of Ducas Restaurant, had studied cooking in Rodu.
Of course, they would be able to tell whether Mag was the real deal once he began cooking. They were all esteemed chefs, and had to maintain their poise and dignity. Otherwise, if they were to also deliver verbal insults toward Mag, they would be stooping to the level of the student chefs.
However, they were going to air their opinions once Mag's dishes were ready, and they were going to thoroughly enjoy stomping him into the ground during that process.
Mag pulled out his condiments one by one and placed them in the positions that he was accustomed to. He then reached into the water tank beside him, and pulled out a kirin carp that was still swimming about energetically.
He knocked the fish unconscious with the hilt of his blade, and proceeded to remove its scales with a long and thin knife. He then sliced several gashes into the fish's body, pulling out some small fishbones in the process. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, a small pile of tiny fishbones had accumulated on the cooking bench.
A portly chef turned to his student with a derisive sneer, and said, "Heh, do you all see that? That's the worst way to prepare a kirin carp. The scales of the kirin carp are the most delicious parts of its body, and it's what makes the kirin carp so beautiful. Not only has he removed all of the fish's scales, he's also sliced so many unsightly gashes into the fish's body. The entire fish is going to fall apart during the cooking process, and the end result will not only be hideous, but also very unpleasant to eat."
As he was the chef that was the most proficient at cooking fish in this entire kitchen, Matthew's evaluation was naturally regarded to be correct, and all of the student chefs immediately began to suck up to him.
"So you're saying the rank fish scales are the most delicious part of a fish; no wonder you can't cook a good fish." Mag placed the cleaned fish into the marinating condiments before pursing his lips as he scoffed, "The most rank part of a kirin carp's body is its scales. Furthermore, they seal off the flesh of the fish, preventing other flavors from seeping in while trapping the rank odor, making the fish completely bland and tasteless aside from an overwhelming rank flavor. As for the cuts I'm making in the fish, this is to let in more flavor as well as to remove the fishbones. There's no point in telling you this, though; it's a technical skill that not everyone can master."
Mag's voice wasn't very loud, but the entire kitchen immediately fell silent. Contemplative expressions appeared on the faces of the chefs, while the student chefs were trying to gauge the chefs' reactions before saying anything, in fear of saying something wrong if they were to speak too soon.
Matthew's face immediately became flushed with rage and humiliation. He didn't think that Mag would dare to rebut him in front of so many people. He pointed a trembling finger at Mag, and retorted, "T-that's nonsense! I've cooked fish for over three decades! When I first started cooking fish, you were still in your diapers! Do you think I have less experience than a brat like you?"
"Perseverance and dedication are indeed qualities worthy of respect. Stubbornly following the wrong path for over 30 years is also very much commendable." Mag nodded with a smile.
"You… You…" Matthew was trembling with rage, but he couldn't find a counter to Mag's insult. In the end, he swept his hand through the air with clenched teeth, and spat, "You've got a very sharp tongue; let's see if you can back up that big mouth of yours!"
Mag wasn't someone who would allow others to push him around. The fat chef looked as if he wanted to kill Mag, but he couldn't do anything, and Mag was feeling very content upon seeing this.
He felt as if his sharp tongue from his past life was awakening from its dormancy again.
During the fish marination process, Mag prepared the ingredients for both the steak and the braised chicken. When he opened that bottle of wine, Mag could clearly sense that the eyes of everyone in the kitchen had lit up.
The fish was being grilled in the oven, the chicken was being braised in a pot, and the steak was being seared in a pan. Mag was cooking three dishes at the same time.
The aromas of beef and red wine wafted throughout the kitchen along with the scent of the braised chicken that was escaping from the pot. Only the aroma of the fish had been completely sealed off by the oven.
However, everyone had already fallen silent.
Nothing could make people eat their words more effectively than actions. All of the people in this kitchen were either chefs or aspiring to become chefs. They had all been cooking for a long time, yet they had never encountered a dish that was making it difficult for them to repress their drool, making them want to inhale its aroma with all their might.
However, Mag had managed to achieve this.
"It smells so good! I've never smelled such a fragrant dish. Both the chicken and the beef smell simply extraordinary," a student chef couldn't help but praise, and everyone nodded in agreement with this sentiment. Many of them were unconsciously getting up on the tips of their toes, trying to catch a glimpse of what Mag was putting into his pot and pan to create such an alluring aroma.
"Hmph, even if he can cook a good beef dish and chicken dish, his fish may not be on par," Matthew harrumphed coldly, but his fists were already clenched with anxiety.
"Ding!"
A crisp notification sound rang out from the oven, and Mag plated the steak before opening the door of the oven.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

In the afternoon, the hot sun burned like a fire.

Meng Ying Ying sat on the yard swing, gently swaying back and forth. The sun shone down on her smooth flawless skin, highlighting her seductively supple snow-white thighs. However, in stark comparison to this, her delicate face slowly became dirty as tears continued to trickle down like broken pearls on her cheeks. Seeing her weak appearance would make most people get a strong urge to unconditionally protect her.

A heartless voice resounded in the air.

"I finally found you!"

"I am starving to death, do you not also provide meals?"

Chu Tian walked over. His hair was messy and unkempt and his eyes half closed. It looked like he just got out off bed.

Meng Ying Ying turned her head and groaned: "You just woke up? It's already afternoon!"

Chu Tian righteously said: "The room you arranged for me to live in was small and dirty. I can live with that; however, it did not even have an oil lamp, let alone pots or pans. In addition, the small window barely provided any ventilation inside the room, making it an oven. How do you expect me to sleep?"

Meng Ying Ying was surprised for a moment: "Really?"

"Of course! The mattress was too firm, and when I slept on it, it made my back ache!" Chu Tian stretched out his body, displaying an uncomfortable look : "Fortunately, I was witty and clever. I forced open the warehouse door and got some materials to improve the condition of the room. All of this took the whole night, so by the time I got done, it was already morning. I was tired and sleepy so naturally I would have slept till noon."

So that's how it is.

Wait a minute!

He pried open the warehouse door!

This guy is a daredevil!

Chu Tian noticed there were tear stains on Meng Ying Ying's face: "Hey, why are you crying? Could it be that you are moved by my tragedy and my self-improving, never giving up attitude?"

Meng Ying Ying rubbed her eyes, angrily said: "Nonsense! I am sad because I got expelled by teacher. I couldn't care less if you live or die!"

Chu Tian waved his hands: "Ai, and here I thought it was something big. Just an ungrateful old man, though he is kind of rude."

Meng Ying Ying extended her legs, in a flash jumped off the swing; and stood in front of Chu Tian with both hands on her waist: "Don't talk nonsense. Even though I got expelled, I still got my tuition back. This means I got four years of free education. What did he have to gain?"

Chu Tian made a long yawn, sluggishly said: "Naïve. I'll tell you this straight. The contents on the homework I helped you with is worth as much as the whole Scrivener Guild. That geezer kicking you aside clearly means that he wants the credit for himself."

"Can you not lie for once? Zhang Li Qing is a honourable person, why would he do such thing!" Meng Ying Ying stood before Chu Tian: "Also, I got expelled; therefore you are unemployed. I'm going to return you back to the slave market and get my money back!"

Chu Tian got surprised: "What? You can return?!"

Meng Ying Ying humphed: "Of course. Three-day return policy, seven days exchange!"

My god!

What the hell?

Why does the slave market of this era have such a humane service?

"Slow down! Slow down! I can prove to you that I am worth far more!" Chu Tian did not even think: "How about this. I'll treat you to a feast."

"You? Treat me to a feast?"

"That's right. Everything is ready. All we need is food and condiments."

Chu Tian left Meng Ying Ying baffled: "You don't even have the ingredients and condiments, and you say that everything is ready?"

Chu Tian continued without feeling any shame: "Oh please, where am I going to find the money? But trust me, you won't be disappointed!"

What does Chu Tian have up his sleeve?

Meng Ying Ying had not eaten for a long time, so she indeed felt hungry. She decided to eat her fill before discussing the painstaking problem with her sister; as a result, she led Chu Tian to the food storage.

"Two pieces of Moonlight Yak's steaks."

"One silver turtle."

"...."

Chu Tian finished picking the ingredients.

While they walked back, Meng Ying Ying frowned and said: "All the meat you have picked is from beast. Although their meat is nutritious, it does not taste good; and also indigestible!"

"Oh yeah? Says who!"

"This is common knowledge!" Meng Ying Ying now seriously doubts Chu Tian's cooking, "Beasts are creatures that can cultivate. Their body contains large amount of magical power. Their toughness is ten to hundred times that of human body. If even a soldier's sword has a hard time just cutting through it, what will our teeth be able to do?? Because the meat is too tough, a normal person's stomach cannot handle it. If you eat it but can't poop it back out, it might result in death!"

"You barbarians, you really do not know how to enjoy life."

"What do you mean? Calling me a barbarian. What makes me barbarian! Return! Return! "

"Stop yelling return for every little thing. We have slept on the same bed already and have skinship together so you saying all these things makes me sad."

"Jerk! You dare to speak of that again!" Meng Ying Ying was furious and exploded like thunder: "I must get my return!"

"Calm down! Calm down! I'll admit my mistakes alright?" Chu Tian soothed the enraged missy: "Now then, I will demonstrate to you what a civilized person can do, in order to compensate for your emotional damage."

Chu Tian appeased her quite a while; thus, after a long time, he finally got her to follow him to his small room.

It was as Chu Tian had said; the room was hot, humid, and dark.

The moment Meng Ying Ying opened the door, she was instantly petrified. Her eyes widened; she could not believe what she was seeing: "What…..what are these things?"

A few strung up glass casing hung from the ceiling. Each glass ball bloomed with bright light; making the small room luminous and comfortable.

A teapot lay on top of the broken table. Even without fire, it continuously emitted sound without weakening; like it was constantly boiled on boiled on top of a fire.

Hu Hu! (whistling sound)

Wind echoed in the room. It turns out there were four blue magical arrays configured on the four walls in the room. The four magical arrays interacted with each other, shifting the air in the room; creating a gentle breeze. One would feel fresh and cool even if they stayed in the room during a hot summer.

"What is going on with this glass? Why is it so bright!"

"This is called a electric light bulb."

During Chu Tian's time, the light bulb had already gone out of fashion.

However, in this day and age, the light bulb had not been invented yet.

Most people used candles or oil lamps while the higher ups used crystal lamps. The former was inconvenient and also not bright enough while the latter's cost a lot; making it unaffordable for lower and middle class family.

The appearance of the light bulb was definitely a milestone for civilization.

Meng Ying Ying's eyes were wide opened: "How come light bulb emits light?"

Chu Tian began to explain: "In the principle of conversion between electricity and light. There are a total of five magic arrays. One for collecting magical energy, one for converting magical energy into electrical energy, one for storing electrical energy, one for controlling electrical energy output, one for converting electrical energy into light energy; when you chain all the five together into a single magical array and activate them at the same time, the light bulb will emit light."

Meng Ying Ying was just about to say something.

Chu Tian rudely interrupted her: "Alright, don't ask anymore. Even if I were to explain, you still won't understand."

Meng Ying Ying did not bother to blame Chu Tian for being rude, she pointed at the teapot and said: "How come your teapot gets hot by itself?"

"Just with a simple heating magical array."

"How come there is a breeze in the room?"

"Because of the fan magical array. I wanted to create an air conditioner, but the material wasn't available so I had to make do with what I got."

Meng Ying Ying was like an inquisitive child, and so she asked about everything in the room: "Aiyaya, so many strange and rare stuff, you really do have some strange abilities!"

Chu Tian laughed: "Now you won't return me back to the slave market right?"

"That depends on how you perform!" Meng Ying Ying was an exuberant, insatiably curious person. When she saw new things, she would forget all the troubles she had. Her mood became better and she carelessly sat down: "Hey! Did you not say that you will treat me to a feast? I already brought all of the ingredients here, but there is no kitchen!…..Ah! If you dare to troll me, I will return you!"

Chu Tian magically pulled a frying pan out: "Why would you need a kitchen? Watch, I'll fry you a steak!"

Chu Tian imbued the frying pan with his magical power; the magical array under the pan lit up.

There was no trace of fire at all!

The air above the frying pan started to deform; as if it was subjected to high temperature.

The strangest aspect was, the high temperature was locked within a small region of few centimetres high. The area around the pan and the panhandle remained cold.

Chu Tian threw the moonlight cattle steak into the pan.

Chi La! (sound of frying meat)

The moment the steak made contact with the pan, it made a sizzling sound.

Even though Chu Tian did not use fire; the pan acted like it had thousands of densely packed small fires, evenly heating up the steak.

After about thirty seconds, Chu Tian gently flicked his wrist and flipped the steak. The side of the steak that was on the pan changed colours completely.

Moonlight yak was classified as a beast!

A normal chef would find it difficult to cook this ingredient!

A normal flame would not be able to cook this ingredient!

Beast meat had high toughness and would not conduct heat well. Sometimes when cooking it on fire, even when the outside was burnt, the inside would still be raw. Even if you slice it up and then cook, people would still have a hard time digesting it.

The heat released from Chu Tian's frying pan seemed to contain a superior penetration attribute. It penetrated into every cell and removed the tough characteristic of the beast meat, bringing out its deliciousness and nutrition.

Chi! Chi! Chi! (sound of frying meat)

The steak was continuously flipped; savoury fat seeped out from the edges.

Chu Tian saw that the meat was almost ready, and added sea salt, black pepper, olive oil, lemon juice, and a variety of seasonings.

The whole process took about eight minutes.

The steamy steak was finally ready to be served.

"Here you go miss, your meal!"

Chu Tian put the steak onto Meng Ying Ying's plate. The steak was around three centimetre thick, and had a pink centre with juice slowly seeping out. The whole steak was thoroughly cooked and tender. This had gotten Meng Ying Ying's mouth watery and she could no longer wait to cut it with a knife.

Normally, a beast's flesh was very tough and unable to be cut; however, she was able to easily cut through the meat with a normal knife.

Meng Ying Ying picked up a piece of meat and put it into her mouth.

"Wu Wu Wu….."

Meng Ying Ying's eyes shined like a bright star and could not stop eating; immediately had cut another big piece. Her whole mouth became oily and could not speak clearly: "Wa! I have never eaten such a good beast meat before!"

Chu Tian became tired and exhausted; however, seeing that the missy was so happy, he satisfyingly nodded.

This body is indeed from a noble. Even though the owner had cultivated before, but he did not even reach the realm of the awakened soul, therefore using magical power to cook took its toll on Chu Tian.

Meng Ying Ying noticed that Chu Tian was extremely exhausted, and an idea popped up. She stood up and asked: "Can you teach me how to use this pan to fry steak?"

Chu Tian knew that Meng Ying Ying was being considerate and wanted to help out; he smiled and said: "It is actually very simple, no need to learn at all."

Meng Ying Ying had put down her utensils and came over: "Let me try it!"

Chu Tian passed the frying pan to Meng Ying Ying: "I placed a 'micro frying array' on the bottom of the frying pan. When you imbue your magical power into it, it will activate. Give it a try."

Meng Ying Ying had the power of 2nd Rank Body Refinement Realm. Even though she did not have a big magic power reserve, her reserve was still few times better than that of Chu Tian's. She poured magical power into the array; the array absorbed it and immediately began to emit an invisible energy.

Chi La!

A burning sound could be heard as soon as she put the steak in.

Meng Ying Ying's face was flushed red with excitement, nervously held the frying pan, "Now what? Now what?"

Chu Tian walked over and held Meng Ying Ying's trembling hands, "No need to be nervous. Stabilize your power output, flip it every 30 seconds. Yup, just like that. Add seasonings in the meantime. Like I said, it's very simple."

The little missy's hands were smooth and tender.

Chu Tian could not help but hold it longer.

Meng Ying Ying's face was red like an apple. Who knows if it was because she was nervous or if she was shy. She just felt a big hand warmly enveloped her own hands. She did not hate the feeling and just let it held her.

A few minutes later, a savoury steak was ready!

Meng Ying Ying was extremely excited and burst out in laughter: "I Meng Ying Ying, can also make a tasty steak!"

Stupid girl, is it even possible to fail with this frying pan? Maybe if the person is brain dead.

It's as if she had achieved something great, she looked very happy and joyful. It's too bad there is only two pieces of steak; if not, we could have more fun.

Meng Ying Ying noticed that there were two tools; one was the frying pan and the other a soup pot. She pointed at the soup pot and asked: "What is this used for?"

"This is for making soup, I put a 'micro soup cooking array' on the bottom. Did we not bring a silver turtle? How does turtle soup sound?"

"I like turtle soup, let me do it!"

Meng Ying Ying volunteered for the job.

She personally cut up the silver turtle and cleaned it up. She put the turtle into the pot with some chicken, mushroom, and ginger. Finally she began to pour magical power into the pot. The whole process was very simple and did not require any learning.

Magic powered cooking does not yet exist in this era; or, at the least, it's still immature.

In Chu Tian's era, magic arrays had seeped into every aspect of life. Magic powered cooking became very common; even though most people knew a few magic arrays used for cooking, those that were really proficient in this field were still uncommon. Because baking, pan frying, stir frying, deep frying, cooking, and roasting all had at least hundreds of different magical arrays used for each. Only a genuine, top level magic chef that had spent dozens of years in order to learn, could actually use all these skills.

Chu Tian was not a professional magic chef; but he still knew the versatile magic cooking arrays. This way he would not have to be forced to eat raw beast meat during travel and exploration.

Fifteen minutes later.

Chu Tian nodded: "It's done."

"This fast? It usually takes us a few hours to cook soup!"

"How can traditional cooking even be compared to magic powered cooking? Ok, open the lid and let us try the soup!"

The moment the lid opened, a strong aroma drifted into the room, which almost made Meng Ying Ying faint. She did not think it was possible for food to give off such an appetizing smell. She quickly brought a bowl over and got a bowl of soup for herself first.

The soup was creamy white, it had exquisite flavour; mellow, fragrant but not greasy, fresh yet not fishy. Even the bones were perfectly stewed; chewy but not hard. The mushroom and chicken were completely dissolved within the soup. This was simply the best the world can offer!

"Hot! Hot!"

Meng Ying Ying looked like as if she had been starving for many days, drank the soup until she is full. Her skin became hot, like her blood was boiling.

Chu Tian on the other hand was very calm and drank the soup slowly: "Beast meat is very nutritious and contains magic power. Magic powered cooking can fully extract these benefits. Your body is still not strong enough so you should limit your intake. It will cause problem if you were to eat too much."

After filling up her stomach, Meng Ying Ying had a flash of inspiration, suddenly stood up and pounded the table: "Chu Tian, I figured it out! Let's cooperate and start a business!"

"What?"

"Let's go earn money together!"

Meng Ying Ying pounced at Chu Tian; grabbed his hands and started rattling. They were separated by a table; Chu Tian was sitting while Meng Ying Ying was standing. When she leaned over, her two naughty big white rabbits became exposed again. Accompanying with her shaking and swaying, the scene was too overwhelming.

Too naughty!

Chu Tian was itching to reach inside and teach them a lesson!

Chu Tian was surprised and asked: "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Meng Ying Ying did not realize she was exposed, her face red with excitement and said: "I got expelled, so JieJie will be very disappointed. I don't have the face to tell her. Why not use the tuition money that teacher has returned for business? I have the money, you have the skills, we will work together and earn a lot of money, then give her a surprise!"

Chu Tian asked: "What plan do you have?"

Meng Ying Ying had an impatient personality; she pounded the table and shouted: "Who needs a plan! You come out with me tonight! We will sell steak together!"

The youngest Wiseman of the continent, Chu Tian, has traveled 30,000 years back in time to the age of antiquity due to an accident.

This is a prosperous era. Rare herbs, minerals, treasure relics and monsters can be easily found throughout the land.

However, this is also an undeveloped era. Communications, traffic, martial arts and technology are in its early stage of development. Prosperous cities lack lighting while its citizens are uneducated.

Our decisive MC using his future knowledge creates Magic powered light bulbs, magic powered telephones, magic powered cannons, magic powered computers, artificial intelligence, psyche internet. 30,000 years worth of knowledge allows him to create miracles and shine brightly in this era. Allowing him to conquer the land and sit firmly on the throne of the 10 realms.

Ryouta: its Terrible*munch slurp*

Tamako: oh I guess another failure

man: well I guess I'll clean up your mess honey

He heads in the kitchen and starts making something

a red-haired boy around Ryouta age looks at him curiously and asks why he is still eating it

Ryouta: while its terrible...there is a certain flavor I enjoy...

the boy looks confused 

old man: so boy what's your story...why haven't you eaten much...what are your parent doing

Ryouta: well I don't have any parents...in fact I woke up in a forest a year ago...(actually the Kazuma family all have family that cares about them... it's just complicated situations for them...but they are all rich...Grayfia has a younger brother but they seem to be at odds for some reason and Est, Sakura and Restia are like apart of me...they don't really require food...Grayfia also is a noble rich family...wait a second...why is everyone spunging off me)

Ryouta starts having tears in his eyes

Old Man: oh...I'm sorry...I guess even someone as young as you has it hard

Ryouta was confused at what this old man was talking abou

suddenly the man presents his dish to Ryouta

Ryouta is mesmerized by the smell: this is udon

Man:oh you can tell from the smell

Ryouta bit into and was shocked at it. The noodles were perfect and the balance was perfect...he felt warmer and his body felt more relaxed

Ryouta: wow what is this...the most impressive thing is the noodles..how did you remove the starchy flavor

Man: I gave them a ice bath

Ryouta eyes shined: of course that removes excess starch....but sometimes when I make a broth it's starchy...

old man: did you separate the noodles when you cooked the noodles

Ryouta: no...I mean they are going to end up the same

Man: its a rookie mistake...

Ryouta felt shocked at this

Tamako: but you are quite knowledgeable do you like to cook

Ryouta:...I'm not sure...I like cooking for the people I care about..I like bringing joy to people...I learned that the one thing that everyone has in common in the world is food...when someone is hungry they will eat...

The man smiled and patted the boy shoulders and was surprised because...he felt tons of muscles on this boy...he also noticed a sword on his side and another special weapon on his right: hmm

Ryouta: huh?

Man:...oh nothing besides I am Jōichirō Yukihira , my wife the owner Tamako and this is my son Soma

Ryouta: Ryouta Kazum, this is Est, this is Restia and this is sakura...they are a little shy

old man: stop it kid

Tears come from Tamako as she hugs him

Ryouta was confused at what was going on

Joichiro: don't worry we will look

Ryouta: never mind that...can you be my master...I want to learn what it truly means to cook like you

Joichiro rubs his nose smirking: well if you

Ryouta holds hands: please take me as your disciple Tamako sensei

Ryouta bows

Tamako laughs and smugly says: well of course but it won't be easy to be as amazing as me

Ryouta kowtow Three times 

Joichiro, soma and old man Kazusato Yukihira were frozen at this devolopement...they couldn't process it

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A little bit later Soma askes Ryouta

Soma: why did you want my mom to be your master...dad is a better chef

Ryouta:...she has a quality that I think I need...Sensei has something that he lacks...no not lacks but not as strong but not as intensed 

Joichiro who is watching Ryouta cut vegatibles in the back smiles...thinking to himself: yeah...she does have something...I guess you could say it isn't as strong as hers...

Joichiro: hey Ryo lets have a match...if you win I'll do all your prep for a week if you lose you have to be my genie pig for a week...

Ryouta:sure

...
Tamako: the winner is Joichiro 

Ryouta is then forced to eat his experiemnts 

Ryouta: bleh squid and peanut butter...thats horrible...hmm I have an idea for a new recipe 

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1 year later

Soma: the winner is aniki

Ryouta takes off his bandana: it wasn't much

Joichiro: grr fine...I'll take you with me

Ryouta: haha yes

Tamako: wow my disciple has sure has grown...I've done a good job teaching him...he still has a long way to go

Ryouta: yeah...I still have a long way

Ryouta/ Joichiro matches 19 wins 41 losses 

Joichiro: your not doing bad you won the last two

Ryouta: ugh that's because you did something crazy...ugh..anyway let's go

Soma: have fun, you guys

Soma waved and Ryouta and Joichiro left...Joichiro told him to call him Saiba ryouta just said he will call him chef

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Ryouta and Joichiro...Saiba called a cab 

Ryouta asked: why have you been letting me win...I noticed that your cooking has been less than normal...

SaibaL oh so I'm caught...I didn't really hold back I just gave you a slight handicap...I was testing something...

Ryouta narrows his eyes...he hated people not giving there best with competing against others...it was like his very core was being mocked...he wasn't angry but...annoyed..

Saiba: stop looking at me like that...I will be honest your gifted, but its kind of demonic

Ryouta: demonic? 

Saiba: I feel if your not careful you will end up going to the dark side

Ryouta looks at him confused

Saiba: you possess t something most people would only ream to have...God's eyes, you were able to tell the difference in what I was missing from the sight...

Ryouta: but I still have trouble with telling differences with taste

Saiba: that because your palate is still small...

Ryouta:...but whats god's eye?

Saiba: Every generation there are people born with great abilities. Their senses are greater than normal. for example, there is God's tongue that can taste any type of flavor and understand what makes it better. They say if you have one your destine to be a great chef and you have one. However just possession one doesn't mean you will achieve greatness some fall and never recover. 

Ryouta: so what good is having super senses? I think Taste is the most important... 

Saiba: For the cook, one might think that taste is the most important sense. It is indeed a common mantra among chefs: "Always be tasting." But it's not just tasting to taste, but rather to evaluate what you're tasting. Is there enough salt so that it tastes not salty but rather seasoned? Is there enough acidity? Enough richness, enough depth? If not, then think: How should I adjust this?

But often overlooked as a fundamental cooking sense is hearing. When I cook bacon, for instance, I start it in water. The gentle heat of water begins to render the fat and the bacon will never go above browning temperature; it's cooking, but it can't burn. But once I hear that pan crackling, I know that the water is almost gone; rendered fat can get very hot, and so I must attend to the pan.


Smell, likewise, is important, not just as an indicator of deliciousness (or the reverse) but of where you are in the cooking. If I am finishing up the components to go along with the prime rib I'm roasting in the oven, and I don't smell that delicious roasting meat, I'd better check the oven because it's probably not cooking properly, and not nearly done. If I smell it too early, perhaps the oven is too hot.

Touch is essential, a sense to call attention to because people are terrified of germs and bacteria, seem increasingly afraid of touching food. We touch a bread dough to evaluate if it has risen sufficiently. We press down on steak to intuit how done it is on the inside. We touch the top of a crème brûlée to ensure that it is smooth and brittle, not soft and sticky. Touch your food.

Sight is important, obviously — you can see that you've overcooked your pine nuts, or how delicious that roasted chicken is because you've put an aggressive coating of salt on it and roasted it in a very hot oven. You can see the oil ripple and swirl when it hits the sauté pan telling you the pan is good and hot.

But more important is imagined sight. What you expect to see should be a part of the cooking process."

Ryouta is frozen for a moment...like he had a deep understanding

Ryouta: (imaginary sight...that's right...

suddenly the taxi comes

Saiba stops talking and waits for Ryouta to regain his bearing and head off

Ryouta: so do you posses a god sense

Saiba: oh me...I wonder~

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they walk and out of the taxi and walk to some old building...

They went inside then visit an old lady and Joichiro and this old lady talk for a bit. He introduces Ryouta to the old lady and they talked for a while. The old lady said something about trying some of his cooking later but Joichiro says they're actually running late. The lady was thinking about how the person once known as the demon has changed...

They then said bye and walked to a mansion...

Ryouta was shocked at the size and questioned: Does master know you have a sugar mama on the side

{Ryouta wanted to gain some experience outside the restruant so he had no clue where he was going) 

Joichiro lips twitch "no there was only one woman for me and this is an old friend of mine only my friend is home

They went to the back of it and went inside and got changed in one of the rooms. Joichiro changed into a professional white chef's uniform. he then had a black apron around his waist and Ryouta was wearing a white jacket blue pants. 

 they walk and see an old man drinking tea the old man smiles and is surprised to see a boy with and they talk for a bit and Ryouta cheekily asks: So you're going to rob them. stealing is bad..but I mean...as long as I get a cut its not bad...

Joichiro: brat shut up and prep...

I am known as man with many faces 

Sometimes I fight as a persona user, sometimes I fight as against people like baki 
Sometimes I play basketball with the generation of miracles
(Tenchi Nura childhood as ryouta kise)

Thats because I have lots of masks
Volume 1: I went to an all girls school (Shomin Sample/ Armed Girl's Machiavellism)
Volume 2: I went to a parallel world as Raku from Nisekoi met some twins and had an akira fight...
Volume 3: I spent time with my fiance yona of the dawn
Volume 4: I did a side job at a the prison deadman wonderland
Volume 5: checking out the three kingdom in tales of bersira and arslan
Volume 6: Cooking in Shokugeki no Soma

My identity can be Sanji from one piece, master roshi from Dragon ball, or many others

In my first life I was known as the smartest God

In my second life I was known as the scariest and most powerful Devil

In my third life I was known as the fastest human and called the flame King

Now in my fourth life I am the Grandson of two of the strongest in the world. Nurarihyon and Katsuhito Masaki

This organization has taken control of the multiverse with its leader goal of bringing destruction. My universe is prime, so I can combine the dimensions together and save them, or destroy them to sever them and lead them to their destruction 

Be a hero? a villain? Fuck that I'm a Guardian I'll go to the universe and judge them. Good and evil means nothing to me. but if they're with the organization they should wash their necks 

because I will even make a devil cry 
(Sequel to Tenchi Nura childhood as ryouta kise recommends read it but you dont have to)

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It has been a week since Sanji has been on rescued. Joichirio is taking Sanji to meet a Civil Servant to help adopt Sanji. What they have been doing is...

"And the winner is" the point to Joe"Joe" 

"It wasn't much" as he takes out his brand new food recipe and feeds it to Sanji

"Ugh thats a weird combo but it surprisingly not bad. Peanut butter and jelly on jalapeno cheese bread. I wont lose next time through" Sanji says as he eats it all. 

The ship lands at port. they say goodbye to the crew and had to the Civil Service place.
There Sanji wasn't prepared. His new father friend is a rabbit.. named Kenzou Momoi. Joichiro was normal about the rabbit like treating it like it was a normal person. Sanji had no words. Sanji then found that the rabbit has a kid his age... 'HOW THE HELL DOES A RABBIT HAVE A HUMAN KID'

Then Joichiro takes his son to a a strange place in Tokyo. This place isn't weird to say its the people. He took sanji to this place to see a doctor 'friend' of his. To check on how old Sanji is and stuff about his past. 

{{POV SANJI}

When we get to the Doctors office I see a hot green eyes and brownish red hair woman wearinga lab coat, a pink top (that slightly shows the top of her breasts) that's held together by a belt on her waist and a black skirt. 

I go up to her and say "HELLO NURSE" I grab her hand and say "I have a life threating disease and cant live on without you bearing my children" I then kiss the back of her hand"

She laughs and seductively say "I would agree but your a little to green to "She comes closer to me and bend down and whisper in my ear"~to handle a night with me" then she kiss me on the cheek and says come back in a few years once you have experience"

I was speechless. I look at my old man and he shakes his head and says

"be careful of her son her name is Mikado Ryōko she may be kind but she does openly work for the dark side...Oh and she is a virgin so don't worry"

"Dark side and... how do you know shes a virgin" I look at him strangely and with some contempt

"For dark side you will find out about that later as you travel with me. You'd be the decider of the path you choose as for how I know shes a virgin smell"

"Tst, Smell?"

"Yeah she smells like a virgin. Its what is needed to be a great chef?"

"Yeah yeah sounds like BS"

"For a cook what is the most important sense??"

"Obvious the taste" the old man shakes his head

"For the cook, one might think that taste is the most important sense. It is indeed a common mantra among chefs: "Always be tasting." But it's not just tasting to taste, but rather to evaluate what you're tasting. Is there enough salt so that it tastes not salty but rather seasoned? Is there enough acidity? Enough richness, enough depth? If not, then think: How should I adjust this?

But often overlooked as a fundamental cooking sense is hearing. When I cook bacon, for instance, I start it in water. The gentle heat of water begins to render the fat and the bacon will never go above browning temperature; it's cooking, but it can't burn. But once I hear that pan crackling, I know that the water is almost gone; rendered fat can get very hot, and so I must attend to the pan.

Smell, likewise, is important, not just as an indicator of deliciousness (or the reverse) but of where you are in the cooking. If I am finishing up the components to go along with the prime rib I'm roasting in the oven, and I don't smell that delicious roasting meat, I'd better check the oven because it's probably not cooking properly, and not nearly done. If I smell it too early, perhaps the oven is too hot.

Touch is essential, a sense to call attention to because people are terrified of germs and bacteria, seem increasingly afraid of touching food. We touch a bread dough to evaluate if it has risen sufficiently. We press down on steak to intuit how done it is on the inside. We touch the top of a crème brûlée to ensure that it is smooth and brittle, not soft and sticky. Touch your food.

Sight is important, obviously — you can see that you've overcooked your pine nuts, or how delicious that roasted chicken is because you've put an aggressive coating of salt on it and roasted it in a very hot oven. You can see the oil ripple and swirl when it hits the sauté pan telling you the pan is good and hot.

But more important is imagined sight. What you expect to see should be a part of the cooking process."

"Wow I learned alot... but wait how do you know shes a virgin" 
 
The old man smirks and says "experience" I had my mouth open I then look at her and shes red and looks away when I gave her a gaze.."

Then the doctor office opens and a very tall buxom woman, with ridiculous curves.  Her physique is most pronounced by her humongous breasts. She has long blonde hair that extends down pass her waist, and hazel eyes. Several bangs of her hair comes down into her face, with two bangs come down at the sides running all the way down while also framing her face. She appears to be sleepy. and says "the doctor will now see you"

I ingrain her chest to memory then the other nurse goes and slams the desk and screams "Shizuka were you sleeping again the doctor had no other patients"

The woman named Shizuka Marikawa laughs and say" Teehee don't tell the doctor" as he bonks her head and sticks out of tongue..it seems shes the dumb blonde type"I start my final year in high school next year so been studying for it"

"I am in the same as you but this is work" She shakes her head in frustration."what am I to do with you... oh you two can go in that room"

I then stream "You two are in high school !"

Their eyebrow twitch the old man hits my head and im in pain

"Little Sanji are you saying we look 'OOLD'" 

'do I see their eyes turn red...its my imagination right I think I see a sword too its lies right'

"Nn NO sorry I was just shocked because you too carry your selves so well and your amazing bodies that would put idols and models to shamed I thought that you were older Im sorry " I then bow my head"

"Oh I wasn't angry I was just messing with you right Shizuka"

"Yeah we wouldn't be angry here let Neesan give you a hug"

"thank you Neesan I love you"

""AWWW"'

*cough  SANJI STOP FLIRTING AND GET OVER HERE" 'he should focus more on his cooking than his flirting'

"see you two later" I ran to the old man to meet the doctor and I froze. the doctor is strange too strange... I look at my father gave him a strange look and the doctor in front of me Introduced himself as 

"hello my names is Shingen Kishitani" as he spends around with his hands in the air" 

"Doctor why are you wearing a gas mask "

 "the air in Tokyo is filthy." 

I had sweat drop from head from that answer 'how much of a clean freak is...;

"So Saiba-san why have you come here. you usually wouldn't come here"

'Da fuck is Saiba?'

"Yeah haha" he laughs as he puts his arm around his head and scratches the back of his head. Then he moves his hand to touch the back of the doctor and says " Shingen-sensei I have a adopted him and he is a little strange... he was found in the middle of the Pacific Ocean not eaten or drunken anything for several days, without knowledge of how he got in the middle of the ocean. Also he seemed to say he was in the Atlantic Ocean" however no missing persons, no accidents and his name doesn't exists. but the strangest thing is his body is strong. Like rivaling your sons friend Heiwajima-kun"

"Interesting Interesting I would like to operate on him" At first he looked bored but the more the old man talked the more he seemed to look at me like a kid in a candy store

"What"

"Nope not going to happen I would just like to know his age and a simple physical and mental evaluation"

"Well your no fun... hey umm blonde come on I want to experiment I mean perform a physical on you"

"you said experiment didn't you I heard experiment!"

"Dont worry hes the best underground doctor"

"wait underground what are you saying old man"

I was dragged to the doctors operating room... what happen I I dont remember...

"Well that was interesting says as he breathe through the mask" I learned alot from blounde. blonde if you want to be my guinea pig please come again he says as we leave his office"

"Old man what happen... why cant I remember" I ask while a little scared

"oh he just did a physical on you I'll tell you on the way to the next location... why dont you say goodbye to your 'girlfriends' mehehe " he says with his right hand on his mouth.  I mouth twitch but I run up to the girls who are talking and hug them.

"I'm sorry but I have to go right now but before I go I want to say I love you I kiss their hands and about to leave when they grab both of my hands and say

"well so you confess to us and"

"just leave us like that how do you want to take responsibility for us now that were pregnant" they mess with him seeing hes a little kid. thinking he doesn't understand. The old man had his month open like he's about to say something when I go and say

"I got you two pregnant understand I'll take responsibility and marry you I kiss them in their shocked look on the cheeks they blush. and say" I can't kiss you on the lips right now because Im not worthy of you but in the future I will. " I then run out of the office followed by the old man who starts laughing when he sees my extreamly red face.

"haha I thought you were more experience for a moment but it turns out you are still just a kid."

"SHUT UP OLD MAN"

"Stop with the old man Im only 28"

The last thing I remember is saving a little girl before a bus fell into the ocean.
My biggest regret is dying a virgin I was thinking to myself If there is another life i will have a harem! 

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Tomcat said with great aplomb, as though it was filled with confidence.
However, Tang Yue felt uneasy. Tomcat's plans were increasingly unreliable and odd. Getting Orion II to descend vertically was already a crazy idea, and now, Tomcat was letting the Eagle plunge into the atmosphere with the inflatable service bay attached to it?
"I don't think there's any problem with that." Mai Dong was eating something, having found the rare opportunity to take a break.
Ever since they had started carrying out the descent project, Mai Dong had become the busiest person. She was alone on the United Space Station with no one to help her. She had to do everything by herself, causing her to have less and less sleep. She also had little time to take care of the plants on the space station. She forever held some dry rations and wrench in hand, so that she could take a bite when hungry. 
The United Space Station had an independent kitchen located in the Harmony service module. It had a wide dining table with a heating appliance, an infusion gun, and an oven. The table could seat six. All the utensils and cutlery were made of metal and were fastened to the magnetic table. When they had sufficient supplies, the astronauts could heat up the food in the kitchen and even have seared beef steak and tuna.
However, Mai Dong had no use for them. She sat in a chair with her legs secured with a strap. There were only compressed biscuits, a sandwich, and a tomato in front of her.
"Of course it won't be a problem," Tomcat said. "As long as we secure it tight enough, with the rocket's thrust sufficiently powerful and sufficiently slow descent speeds, the airbags won't fall off. Do you know the most secure way of tying?"
Tang Yue shook his head.
Mai Dong also shook her head.
Tomcat revealed a smug smile.
"Look at you two rookies. You are still far inferior to Commander Wang. He's experienced and knows the most secure way of tying."
"What did Old Wang say?" Tang Yue and Mai Dong asked in unison.
Tomcat twitched its ears and recalled.
"He said kikkou, a form of Japanese bondage."
…
Tang Yue was using a knife to slice the biscuit on his plate into cubes.
"No matter how you slice it, squid-flavored biscuits will still taste like squid-flavored biscuits." Tomcat sat to his side. "It won't turn into red-braised beef." 
Tang Yue sighed. To him, consuming food was already a burden.
He was sick of eating compressed biscuits. Tang Yue even suspected that his taste buds had perished, making everything taste like wax to him. Kunlun Station had many compressed biscuits of different flavors—pickled vegetables, red-braised beef, shrimp, fish, and squid. However, he couldn't tell the difference anymore.
If it wasn't because he needed to replenish his body with a sufficient amount of carbohydrates, Tang Yue would have no intention to touch them.
"How much water do we have left?" Tang Yue threw his knife on the plate, planning to eat half a tomato first.
"1100 liters."
"We've already expended a hundred liters?" Tang Yue did a count. "On average, we are losing 0.36 liters of water a sol. It's not what we estimated previously. I recall you saying that Kunlun Station loses 0.28 liters of water a sol."
"Clearly, Kunlun Station's water recycling situation isn't as ideal as we imagined. With gravity present, it's impossible to recycle every milliliter of water," Tomcat said. "In fact, Kunlun Station's water depletion rate isn't at 0.36 liters a sol. The reason we still have 1100 liters of water is all thanks to the replenishment the Eagle's Descent Vehicle provided. Otherwise, we would have a lot less water."
"Then at this rate, Kunlun Station's water can still last…"
"3000 sols."
"When we did the math six months ago, there were 4000 sols left. Less than 300 sols have passed, and we now only have 3000 sols left?" Tang Yue quipped. "The rate of this water loss isn't at a constant speed, but at a constant acceleration."
"It will accelerate." Tomcat turned its head around. "With the passage of time, the Water Reclaimer's efficiency will keep dropping. You are lucky that the water recycling is very reliable. It hasn't malfunctioned to date… If a serious malfunction happens, our situation will be worse than when the OGS's temperature control processor malfunctioned."
"What's the worst malfunction of the Water Reclaimer?" Tang Yue asked.
"A rupture in the water tank," Tomcat said. "1100 liters of water lost."
"Then I can prepare to die."
Tang Yue finished the tomato in hand. It was unknown when it began, but "death" was no longer taboo. In a certain way, Tang Yue was fighting the heavens in his bid to survive. Every day lived was a day earned.
"If we can successfully bring down Miss Mai Dong, Kunlun Station's water expenditure will only accelerate. I estimate that the water left behind in Kunlun Station can last for another 1000 sols at best." Tomcat did the calculation. "That's if Comet Tomcat-Tang-Mai I doesn't exist."
"That's right. If not for that comet, we could still live another 1000 sols on Mars." Tang Yue threw the biscuit crumbs into his mouth. "Didn't you say that a trillion tonnes of dust will be thrown into the atmosphere when the comet hits, leaving all of Mars dark? Kunlun Station's solar panels won't be usable after that, right? How are we going to produce electricity? Love?"
"By using the electrical generator on the gym bike." Tomcat used its hind paws to point at the bike used for physical workouts in the corner.
Kunlun Station's bike was used for physical workouts. Every day, Tang Yue needed to peddle five kilometers on it to prevent his muscles and bones from atrophying. Kunlun Station and the United Space Station were equipped with such exercise equipment, mainly to ensure the physical health of the astronauts.
But later, a particular engineer with the surname Tang felt that it was quite a waste to have the astronauts peddle daily for nothing. Hence, he installed an electricity generator on the pedals. Muscular men like Old Wang could produce enough energy to light up a bulb in Kunlun Station when exercising.
"What's the efficiency of that thing?" Tang Yue was appalled. "What kind of electricity can you produce with that? Wouldn't I be sitting on it all day, pedaling twenty-four hours a day?"
"You're an electrician and mechanical engineer. How can this little problem daunt you?" Tomcat showed great confidence in Tang Yue. "Just set up some gears, and make a few connected electrical generating units. As long as there's enough torque, there's not a single problem with the rotation speed!"
Tomcat was describing the future for Tang Yue. After the comet hit Mars, the world would be pitch-black with crazy howling winds. It would be as dark as night, and Tang Yue would be sitting on a gym bike, pedaling away with sweat raining down his forehead!
The gears and dynamo brush would produce sparks from the friction, producing endless amounts of current to provide Kunlun Station with electricity. As for Tomcat and Miss Mai Dong, they would sit under a warm light, taking in the warm breeze of the OGS while leisurely sipping tea.
"Are you using me as some kind of livestock…"
Tang Yue suddenly thought of a hamster in a wheel.
"How can you be livestock?" Tomcat waved its paw and said in great excitement. "You're zap, you're my light, you're my only fairy tale! You are our superstar!"


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

The tilapia Wang Qian bought was still half frozen. The fish had already been cleaned by removing the head, tail, scale, bones and guts. The fish was sashimi-grade, so it could be consumed raw if chosen to. This was exactly what Zhang Zian asked for. 
The fish smelled fresh. The texture of the flesh was clear and delicate. The meat seemed very flexible when pressed down. It was fatty and tender. The thickest part was about as thick as a finger. He must have experience picking out fish. This kid was rather reliable, although he was sometimes silly.
Zhang Zian half-closed the door. If someone entered, the cat bell would ring. 
He took the fish to the kitchen upstairs. Fina followed him closely. She could not take her eyes off the shopping bag. She looked as if her mouth was watering, but when Zhang Zian looked at her, she immediately switched back to a calm face. Haixing also followed purely out of curiosity. Zhang Zian put the shopping bag on the counter. Fina jumped up immediately. Her body had an infinite power; however, she used it very carefully without any waste.
The kitchen still looked the same. 
Zhang Zian had little experience in the kitchen. His mother was always busy here with her apron on. He always heard the concerto of pots and pans and smelled the scents of various sauces from the kitchen. 
Hunger breeds discontent. The most important place of life in a family is undoubtedly the kitchen.
Now, the kitchen was empty. 
Mother's apron was hanging behind the door. The original color had been washed away. Only a faint pattern of bears was still noticeable.
The crooked stitches reminded him that this apron was made in crafting class when he was in elementary school. He gave it to his mom as a Mother’s Day gift.
It had been over 20 years, and Mother was still using it. 
Zhang Zian put on the apron and felt as if his mother was around. It felt like she was holding his hand.
"Well, let’s cook!" He tried to cheer himself up.
Zhang Zian knew the only way to make sure his parents rested in peace was to live a fulfilling life. 
Baking fish was relatively simple. There were many cooking apps online to show novice cooks how it was done. So, he downloaded one.
The tilapia was wide. He cut the fish from the middle, and followed the tutorial on the app using scallion, ginger, wine and soy sauce for marinating. He replaced salt with soy sauce. 
He rinsed off the rice while he was waiting for the marination. Then, he used a rice cooker to cook rice. 
Fina was curious about the various spices. She was sniffing them with her beard almost sticking to the spices. 
Zhang Zian suddenly came up with a mischievous idea. How about having her sniff the black pepper? However, he decided not to risk his life.
"What kind of spices did you have in your fish?" he asked.
Fina shook his head, "Fish is fish. They were baked on a dish containing palm leaves underneath and then topped with chopped olives and Persian dates."
Damn! What a way to enjoy fish!
Now he had a rough idea where Fina used to live. It must have been close to the sea. She could get fresh Tilapia. There were olive trees and palm trees. It was also not far from Persia. 
When the rice cooker began, he placed the marinated tilapia on a rack in the oven. Then he put another pan under the rack to catch any oil that may drip onto the oven. 
When he opened the oven, Galaxy made a "meow woo" sound and was so scared, she rushed out of the kitchen. She was trembling to stick out her head and said, "Galaxy hates black boxes ..."
"It is not a black box. See? There is a light inside," Zhang Zian turned on the oven and the built-in light. The whole oven was lit up.
Galaxy walked back to the kitchen with her body against the wall. She still did not want to get close to the oven.
The oven started buzzing and operating. Wiggling her tail, Fina was sticking out her head and neck. She had been observing very cautiously. 
"I could not feel the heat," she commented.
"Of course. This is so much better than a stone." For the first time Zhang Zian took pride in the modern technology. Finally, there was a chance to brag about what he knew in front of her!
"You didn’t build it! Why are you so proud?" Fina immediately put on a contemptuous face.
Damn it! She was always sharp!
Although embarrassed, Zhang Zian still wanted to defend himself, "How did you know I didn’t build it?"
"The way you looked at the scale was so unwise. If you built the oven, you wouldn’t have to study it before you used it." She simply turned away.
Lies exposed!
Well, I could not be mad at a cat! Zhang Zian secretly comforted himself and then pretended to pay serious attention to the oven. 
This was his first time baking. He’d better make sure the fish didn’t burn.  Otherwise, he would lose more face in front of this cat, a gold digger.   
Whatever it was in the oven, the mastery of temperature was most important, especially for fish and meat. The variance could be huge based on the cut.  
After some time, the fish began to change color. Golden oil dripped from the most tender part and fell into the bottom pan.
Even though the oven door was closed, the aroma was gradually flowing out. Zhang Zian's stomach was growling. 
He turned off the oven, put on some thick gloves, and warned Fina, "Do not touch. It is very hot."
He took out the half-way cooked fish, dipped it into the marinating sauce making sure to cover the top and bottom and then put it back into the oven.
Fina's eyes did not leave the fish. She kept licking her lips, raising her forepaws and then lowering them.  She would’ve jumped up to the fish if she wasn’t being restrained. 
This was a critical time. Zhang Zian would rather turn down the temperature than burn the fish. 
He immediately turned off the oven when he saw just a bit of a burn mark on the edge of the fish.
He removed the fish from the oven. He was happy that it smelled fine and not burnt. 
It was time to plate it. It would be even better if he had some cilantro, celery, broccoli or lemon for the plate. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been grocery shopping since his return to Binhai City. 
The rice was ready. Beautiful hot steam came up as he opened the lid. 
Zhang Zian served himself a bowl of rice. As he turned around, Fina had already dug in. Man, where had her elegance and royal characteristics gone? 
Fina licked the fish, but her tongue was burned. She stepped back immediately. 
Cats have very sensitive tongues. That’s why some people are described as having "a cat’s tongue" when they are unable to eat hot food. 
 "Let me cut it into small pieces. Eat when it cools down!" His warning came too late. Fina gave him an livid look. 
He cut the fish for Fina into small pieces just as big as the nail on a pinky finger. Cutting it small would help cool down the fish and the pieces would fit Fina’s mouth perfectly.
When two servings of baked fish and one bowl of rice was put on the table, Fina jumped to the table directly from the counter. 
Galaxy was running around on the second floor. She might be practicing for the hide-and-seek game later. Honestly, she didn’t need it. She would definitely beat Zhang Zian nevertheless. 
"Looks good now. Please enjoy," he said as he picked up the chopsticks. 


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

After the fight ended Ori walked over to Crocodile, who was sat holding her wrist with her eyes closed. 
[She's using her awakened sand fruit to wither her wrist to stop the bleeding. Very decisive… Not bad! I guess her losing that hand was fate, whether it was me or someone else.]
Sensing his approach, Crocodile opened her eyes and looked at Ori with a complex look in her eyes. He was the one who took her hand, but he also saved her life by getting rid of Beliard. Add that to the fact that his strength was undoubtedly superior to her own, she chose to be sensible and not provoke a man like him unnecessarily.
"Can I help you?"
Ori nodded as he replied.
"Where's the safe? I want to take that £100,000,000."
Crocodile was shocked but then she remembered that the young man before her was a pirate, stealing to them was like breathing, it was 2nd nature. She got up and turned to walk away.
"Follow me."
As they left the arena, Ori couldn't help but ask a question that had been playing on his mind since he realised that Beliard was the one truly in control of the island.
"I didn't peg you for the type to take orders from anyone. Although Beliard's stronger than you, if you really wanted to escape he shouldn't have been able to keep you. So why is someone like you, who dares to fight whitebeard taking orders from someone like Beliard?"
Crocodile clenched her teeth in hatred as she replied.
"He poisoned me to force me to do his bidding and once a week he'd give me an antidote. But instead of giving me the whole thing he'd give me just enough to live for another week."
"He didn't have it on him did he?"
As Ori asked that he couldn't help but look up at the sky in the direction Beliard was sent flying. When she heard that, Crocodile shook her head as she answered.
"No, the antidote's in the vault, where I'm taking you now."
"If it wasn't on his body, why didn't you just steal it?"
Crocodile looked at Ori as if he were looking at an idiot.
"If I was capable of that, don't you think I would've done that?! 
He had me under constant surveillance, even if I was capable of losing those tailing me, that dragon was the one guarding the vault. Although I'm stronger than that dragon, it's not by much. In the time it'd take to kill the dragon, that old bastard would've more than likely arrived."
Ori nodded realising that everything he said made sense. As they were walking they heard an explosion followed by the roar of what sounded like a dragon coming from the other side of town.
Crocodile couldn't help but cover her ears with her forearms.
"What is that sound?!"
Ori glanced in the direction of the roar with a slight smile before turning back to the direction they were originally heading.
"That's the sound of a Yonko Executive's death rapidly approaching."
Crocodile looked at Ori in shock before looking back in the direction of the dragon's roar, seeming to understand what he meant.
"They really are a bunch of fearless monsters!"
A couple of minutes earlier on the opposite side of the island…
Roman who was in his dragonized form was running from Oven with Silk in his hands.
[I can't keep this up, he's gaining on us rapidly. If I was on my own, I'd be more than willing to stop and fight him, but having to protect Silk whilst fighting against an enemy no weaker than myself…]
"Hahaha finally. You're la… Wait, what happened to Sabo?!"
As he looked over his shoulder he saw Shaya running towards him, carrying Sabo in her arms. 
"He's fine now, he's just unconscious. Now's not the time to be worrying about that, lets focus on getting rid of your tail."
Knowing she was right he threw Silk to Shaya and turned to face Oven. 
"Take them and leave, leave Oven to me!"
Shaya didn't want to leave but she knew that trying to fight someone like Oven whilst protecting two injured people would be a futile attempt.
"Be careful!"
As she said that she turned and left, carrying both Sabo and Silk over her shoulders.
Seeing them leave infuriated Oven.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!
OVERHEAT!"
As he said that his whole body turned glowing orange and the temperature in the surroundings shot up drastically, to the point where even the ground and building started melting rapidly.
Running on melting ground whilst carrying 2 bodies was an arduous task for even Shaya. She coated her body in a layer of armament haki and ignored the burning pain she was feeling on the soles of her feet and carried on running as fast as physically possible.
Just as she was about to escape his range, a bullet of hot air fired into her. 
"Time Lag!"
As she said that the hot air bullet slowed right down, giving her enough time to barely dodge it. But as she did, several more were fired at her.
Seeing what he was doing Roman didn't hesitate, he immediately hurled his halberd at Oven like a javelin and transformed his body into a giant 200 meter long 5 clawed golden dragon. 
Roman used his 50 meter long golden scaled tail to push Shaya and the others out of Oven's range. When he was confident Shaya was at a safe distance he focused his full attention on Oven. 
As Roman concentrated on Oven he noticed that Oven was still distracted and was focusing more on the escaping Silk. Seeing that reminded him of something that Mihawk had told him whilst training over the last 9 years.
"As long as the difference in strength between you and your enemy isn't too big, executing the right techniques whilst they're distracted can prove to be fatal."
Oven was about to carry on his chase when he suddenly darted backwards. As he did, a giant golden scaled tail pierced the air where he was just stood. The weird thing was that although it was clearly a tail, it gave off the feeling it was a halberd being thrust forth towards an enemy.
Before he could land after dodging that attack he was attacked by a fearful soundwave.
 "RROOOAARRRR!"
The sound of Roman's roar was so powerful Oven was forced to cover his ears and completely forget about Shaya's escape whilst momentarily dazed.
As he managed to re-orientate himself, he realised he didn't have time to catch his breath. He threw his body to the right as quickly as he could. 
Splash
 The halberd like golden tail that was swung downwards aiming to cut him in half, still ended up taking Oven's left arm despite him trying desperately to evade. 
As Oven struggled to his feet holding his shoulder just above where he lost his arm, he noticed the surroundings had been covered in shade as the light from the sun had been eclipsed. He looked up and saw Roman's giant body flying in the air looking down coldly at him.
"Pure Yang Dragon Breath!"
As Roman said that a golden flame erupted from his mouth. Even before it reached him, Oven could feel the terrifying temperature of the flames. Even he who had eaten the heat devil fruit and had even fought with Akainu had never been exposed to temperatures like this.
Oven was just about to dodge when a pure white arrow pierced his left thigh. After being shot, Oven was confused by what he saw.
The golden flame that was approaching was moving at the speed of a snail, but what was weirder was that he was moving even slower.
What's happening to me? Was I just poisoned by some nerve poisoning?!]
He realised he was moving too slowly to evade the flame now, so without hesitation he put everything he could into attempting to block. Just before the flame arrived he successfully turned his whole body a dark but glowing orange colour due to the mix of armament haki and the heat fruit, but it wasn't enough.
"Noo… What flame is this?! Ahhhh!" 
Despite his best efforts, Oven was still incinerated by the golden flames. 
Bang 
After the attack Roman was drained of all energy, he turned back into his human form and fell from the sky crashing into the ground.
[Although combining the Pure Yang energy with Dragon Breath is my most powerful technique, it's still too draining. After using it only once every cell in my body feels like it's on fire.
But Mihawk was right. Effectively using an enemies moment of distraction can be fatal. If he wasn't distracted at the beginning, that fight could've potentially gone either way, but because he was, I was able to keep him on the back foot and kill him before he could regain his composure!
I just hope that after killing one of Big Mom's children we don't attract too much trouble.]
Even though he was hoping he didn't cause too much trouble by killing a Yonko executive, his facial expression was one that made it look as if he didn't care one way or the other.

Orion Kartia's life was cut short and he was now forced to transmigrate into the wonderful world of One Piece but thankfully he has a few gifts to help him get started! 

This is purely fan-fiction. It's just a way for me to practice my English whilst writing something enjoyable.

This book is targeted at avid One Piece fans as there is a lot of terminology that can only be understood by people who follow the manga/anime.

The release schedule for normal working weeks will be as follows:
Mon - 1x Chapters
Tues - 1x Chapter
Wed - 1x Chapters
Thurs - 1x Chapter
Fri - 1x Chapters
Sat - 2x Chapters
Sun - 2x Chapters

Any mass releases or dead periods will be announced in advance.

Thank you for all the support so far but please don't hold back with the criticism as well... I need it to improve my writing. I welcome all criticism, as long as it's constructive!

I'm mainly using this to test the waters and improve my writing, as I'm also working on the story I'm most proud of and looking forward to releasing!

I won't be releasing that one for the foreseeable future as I want to have written the majority of the story in advance as the goal is to get paid on the back of it. And there are too many potentially good novels that finish half way through for one reason or another. I don't want my main novel to be one of those!

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