MM Racing Chapter 964 Because Existence Will Lead to Nothingness (5800 words, please refresh)
Chapter 964 Because Existence Will Lead to Nothingness (5800 words, please refresh)
Chapter 964 Because Existence Will Lead to Nothingness (5800 words, please refresh)
After a moment of brilliance and dazzling glory, dreams and life burn out together.
The secret ritual constructed from metal, incense, and laws, in operation causes an unprecedentedly grand model to be reflected in light and shadow in a higher-dimensional space.
"Do you think that if He enjoys His food, He'll give us back control of the Grand Mystery?" Nakajima asked, holding a food box with the logo of the Culinary Demon Competition.
“It’s better to hope that the ‘savior’ left behind by the former president can bewitch Him.” Shah tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, saying, “Don’t you often have protagonists like this in your Yingzhou’s unique literary industry?”
Nakajima picked up a piece of takoyaki with a shared toothpick and said, "If you mean that pile of toilet paper literature, then yes, he has the qualifications."
Although the source of this alluring power is unknown, [Huai Shi]'s personal profile already includes the annotation 'suspected succubus'. Coupled with her effeminate appearance, even men should be wary of approaching her.
"They really are a bunch of monsters. The scholars and ascendants in the reference group have all had their souls broken and been sent to isolation rooms, while those ruling judges are also 'dying and coming back to life' under the blockade of God and Zarathustra. Yet more than half of these gods are still able to hold on."
Amidst the感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion), the universe in the model's light and shadow separated layer by layer. In the convergence of the concepts of time, space, world, and death, the void and the abyss were divided by the current location.
Below are the remains of many abandoned worlds that have become hell. In the deepest abyss, countless turbid currents ceaselessly converge on a black dot. Above, in the void, there is a brilliant sea of light, and countless souls resonate with the silver sea as they observe it.
But the current situation.
Caught in the middle, neither up nor down.
It has a kind of beauty that comes from having one foot in the grave.
Nakajima: "Have you already informed Yi Ya, the Chef Demon?"
“Didn’t Xuan Niao and Yegor come here in person to personally supervise and verify this conjecture?” Shah said. “The departed gods were not reborn, but came from the void universe or the abyss of hell beyond the dimensions.”
Whether it's a case of the cuckoo taking over the nest or not is actually not important; it's just a matter of verifying the login address of the account's IP address. Judging from the current new world model, this conjecture has a high probability of being true.
As for what to do after verification, we'll talk about that later. It's impossible to actually contain 'Haotian Shangdi' and all those other gods together.
Well, there really was a creator with such a bold idea who proposed this idea, with the reason being 'we contain, we control, we protect'.
If it weren't for the discovery that all the new topics this guy was preparing were related to the Jade Emperor, and his selfless demeanor, everyone would have thought that some strange foundation or organization had sneaked into the Institute of Survival.
That's absolutely outrageous! Didn't you see that "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" is in their hands?
How about a more subtle approach, such as a package of unlimited annual health checkups at the hospital?
After this meal, I'll probably need to get a medical check-up.
'From psychological to physiological perspective,' Song Shuhang thought to himself.
It was almost exactly like the death I experienced when my dream-entering talent was activated: enduring death, getting used to death, and finally understanding death.
While savoring the ultimate deliciousness of the culinary demon's skills, calamity also quietly sprouts in the body. Occasionally, the delicious food brought by the celestial chef can soothe the wounds, but one will also gradually become accustomed to this pain that coexists with delicious food, and look forward to tasting more.
Of course, let's skip the first few culinary disasters.
There was no room for enjoyment, only torment.
Everyone looked at the final culinary team with a mixture of pain and anticipation. Perhaps it was intentional on the part of the Chef Demon Organizing Committee, as each of these chefs was a heavyweight.
As long as you can remain sober after tasting it all, it's all worth it in the face of the final reward.
Moreover, even if one were to taste something extremely poisonous, Emiya's cooking could save them.
"Let's serve."
As the host’s indifferent voice rang out, the staff presented trays one by one, containing fries and fried chicken covered in ketchup, which looked like the kind of food from a fast food restaurant.
Why didn't I draw Emiya's dish first?
Slightly disappointed, but also somewhat relieved that the blood pack wasn't wasted.
"How did Fran make it to the finals?" Su Lin asked curiously, picking up a French fry and putting it in her mouth.
click-
Blue Road!
Fourth! Crazy Thursday!
A tremendous mental shock came over them, and the judges all looked on in fear as a red-haired McDonald's clown and a shirtless, white-bearded, muscular old man wrestled in a dueling ring appeared before their eyes.
What a grotesque scene!
With a blank expression, Su Lin took out a Universal Knowledge Talisman, logged into the account with the 'DIO' avatar, and dialed the number of the silver-haired head maid: "Which culinary demon taught her how to cook?"
"No one taught her; the chefs in her group have all gone crazy and dropped out of the competition."
"?"
Su Lin almost forgot.
Stands are products of spiritual materialization. Therefore, as long as Lanlanlu's spiritual power is added when making dishes, Lanlanlu, with her demonic and corrupting power, can appear in the minds of every diner.
Wait, what's with that other KFC colonel?
Oh, it's my own double.
That's fine.
"Next dish."
This time, the organizing committee did not follow the rules set by Su Lin when serving the dishes. Instead, they brought the chef and the banquet they had prepared together.
Yes, a banquet.
Chicken, duck, beef, mutton, pork, and insects are cooked in various ways, such as steaming, cold dishes, soups, stir-fries, and deep-frying. The dishes are quite ordinary, and although you can see the traces of various techniques, they are more like the kind of ordinary banquets you would see at a village feast.
If it were just a trick to attract attention by sheer quantity, the organizing committee would certainly not allow it. But the fact that they were able to put together more than ten pots and pans with completely different ingredients proves that all of these things together constitute a dish.
Furthermore, the fact that they went against Su Lin's request for a "blind box" setting suggests that they believe this dish is extremely valuable, or perhaps it's because the chef is the "crown prince"?
Everyone turned their attention to the chef.
In the silence, Huai Shi raised his eyes, picked up a small pinch of ash with his right hand, and gently sprinkled it as if he were kneading and twisting it.
Infused with a soul?!
Before the competition even started, Huai Shi understood one thing.
Even though she had studied cooking under Emiya Shirou for a long time and had participated in the wedding preparations of the "Multiverse Big Eater" with chefs from various worlds.
They even repeated past cooking processes countless times by repeatedly reading the event records, which could be described as 'projecting and filling' the skills of various chefs, but they still had little chance of winning in this competition.
I am just a fake.
The Chef King, who has mastered the original system of culinary arts, the Chef Demon King, who is renowned in Hell and the Realm, and the group of Immortal Chefs who risk their lives and everything, all face the three masters. I, still immature, have a long way to go.
but!
There is absolutely no reason why a counterfeit product cannot be compared to the genuine product!
'Thank you, Sister Xian.' Huai Shi's thoughts drifted back to the past.
Because he was worried about Qingyu, he sneaked out to the orchard gym late at night, but ran into Fu Yi walking her dog on the way, and then was bumped into by Ai Qing in the official car.
That night, everyone enjoyed Luo Xian's cooking together.
I also learned a cooking technique called 'love'.
Now, using these copies borrowed from other chefs, combined with his own unique creativity, he creates dishes that can give him a chance to win!
It's coming, Chef King!
Are you prepared with enough techniques?!
“.” Shirou Emiya, who was watching from the side, inexplicably felt a strange malice.
Before anyone could tell, ripples began to spread across Huai Shi's face. The boy's quiet and deep black eyes seemed to reflect countless familiar silhouettes.
Layer upon layer of dark green, after being sprinkled with the ashes of calamity and infused with its soul, completely erupted in the grand feast!
"I underestimated him." Guo Shouque gradually became serious, and his expression showed some surprise: "So what was served earlier was only a semi-finished product?"
Constrained by their own rank and limited abilities, they cook a dish in two separate steps, just like deep-fried meat has a final step of simmering it in a stew pot.
Huai Shi only truly completed the dish when it was served on the table.
Even Shirou Emiya, who was in the same group, looked very surprised at this moment, as if he did not expect that Kaishi had such a trick up his sleeve.
"Yesterday's phantom?" Su Lin asked, puzzled.
The materials needed for the Mountain Spirit to advance to the Lesser Fate Master, which had only recently been obtained and condensed within the Witch's Night, were actually used in cooking after being absorbed by Huai Shi. In an instant, a microcosm of the entire natural world appeared before everyone's eyes.
A dazzling display of colors distorts and alters the very space around it.
When I came to my senses, the entire stadium was surrounded by mountains and lush green grass. The fragrance of mud mixed with a faint trace of toxins wafted over on the breeze.
The moment it was completed, this hellish place, dedicated to the competition, was shrouded in the pollution emanating from the food, altering the very space.
"Please enjoy," Huai Shi extended an invitation and permission to dine to the judges, her opponents, and the audience.
His aura changed; a terrifying soul aura rose from his frail body. Even traditional protagonists with strong martial virtues like Ye Fan, Shi Hao, and Xiao Yan felt that his power was not to be underestimated.
The calamity is brewing, waiting only for the chopsticks to be picked before the malice erupts.
"..." Xiao Yan subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Su Lin, you should eat first."
"Yeah yeah."
"Don't be shy, you're the star of the day."
I thought the first dish in the final round would be Shirou Emiya's cooking, but now it seems that I will have to overcome many difficulties before I can taste that dish.
"Why aren't you eating?" Klein looked at Su Lin, who was standing motionless beside him.
“It’s not that we shouldn’t eat.” Su Lin’s eyes narrowed, he straightened his back, and his voice became serious: “It’s that we should eat slowly, eat well, eat rhythmically, let those who are prepared eat first, let the elderly and children eat first, let those who eat first lead the way for those who eat later, don’t eat blindly, and eat according to the specific situation, with rhythm as the basis, and tiered eating as the key, and the goal is for you and me to share.”
He's too scared to be the first to eat it?!
Lu Mingfei and the others' Adam's apples bobbed slightly. A few seconds later, Han Li was the first to turn into a paper doll and retreat to the back of the stands. His cultivation had reached another bottleneck, and there was no need to create new inner demons for himself.
At that moment, with a smile on his face, Huai Shi picked up his chopsticks and poked at the fish, much to everyone's astonishment.
The moment the fish skin and flesh broke, something unexpected happened. There was nothing negative; instead, a rich, sweet, and delicious flavor emerged, turning into a misty haze with the rising steam.
A beam of brilliant light from bygone years burst forth!
Light!?
It's glowing!
And it smells so good!
Why does this taste so familiar?!
Would you like a seafood barbecue?
"If you don't like spicy food, there's also UO hot pot."
"Mythical Beast Hot Pot"
While Guo Shouque was frozen in place, he saw all sorts of bizarre and fantastical scenes appear around him. One after another, phantom silhouettes of different shapes brought dishes to his front, and some of them were familiar figures.
"Pillar of Creation cake, made from powder ground from the very essence of the universe. Please enjoy." The phantom silhouette of the unfamiliar red-haired chef handed over a piece of nebula.
This isn't a description, it's a real nebula!
"What a nice view."
Even if the apocalyptic painters of the Muse Club were to come, they would want to preserve this magnificent and exquisite masterpiece, hoping to transform this dish into an eternal beauty of 'constancy' and 'unchanging'!
This is no longer in the category of 'food'!
Stunned and surprised, Guo Shouque opened his mouth and stuck out his unusually long tongue, greedily swirling up the star-like cream. There was no malice in it, only pure satisfaction and enjoyment.
Unseen ingredients and novel culinary experiences seem to ignite an endless appetite and continuously bestow satisfaction.
Completely different; it doesn't look like the work of a culinary master at all.
Wearing a gas mask, Huai Shi calmly observed everything happening on the field. The sounds of swallowing and chewing filled the air. Everyone, even though they had nothing in their hands, acted as if they were enjoying a delicious meal. Only the banquet on the table was being devoured by something invisible.
"I enjoyed the meal, but compared to constantly tasting other people's food, I still prefer making things that I like." Guo Shouque licked his lips with satisfaction and smiled, "I should thank you, little guy."
"You've condensed every dish you've ever eaten into this one dish." Shirou Emiya, his hair now noticeably white, lifted his heavy eyelids and said:
"But Huai Shi, what about your own cooking?"
Huai Shi knew that he couldn't win or stop a real chef with just the dishes he had tasted, because the dishes he had tasted were ultimately limited. But what if the concept of 'self' was also expanded to 'infinite'?
"My dish was already finished from the very beginning."
Huai Shi smiled and said, "Why don't you try it again?"
Upon hearing this, everyone began to reminisce and savor the memory.
The aftertaste was terrible!
Drawn to those delicious memories, they failed to notice the intense and fierce love lurking beneath the food.
Memories surge like a tide, carrying a distorted, abyssal love, immersing the soul in the past it most cherishes, even knowing it's just memory, an illusion, yet yearning to break free.
Would you like another bowl?
Among the endless array of dishes, there's always one that tastes and feels similar to something from your memory, stirring up those memories.
How wonderful! I wish I could stay in this world forever.
Even if I fall into ruin, it doesn't matter.
Because this is heaven, a heaven of delicious food... wait, why do I still feel empty?!
Fake, all fake!
Everyone froze in place, struggling, as if a black vortex was pulling all beauty toward nothingness from the abyss.
This is the phantom of yesterday's Huai Shi, which, after being contained, is the understanding gained from the countless cycles, countless lives, and countless endings that he himself sought within the myriad phenomena of the celestial sphere.
Those Huai Er Gou dogs stranded at the Cat House, disappointed with the future, while clinging to the past, awaited the end of the world.
But just as dogs are man's best friend, they still love everyone.
An ecological hell, a lingering attachment to the past, a delusion from yesterday, all infused with a power called 'love'.
This is the Abyss Happiness Dish that Huai Shi created with all her might, for the sake of the sound system—no, for everyone.
Crackling!
As the banquet came to an end, the dishes on the plates were merely for show, their contents now empty.
The bodies of the crowd cracked open with countless marks, one judge after another fell down, and huge sunflowers, embodying vitality and beauty, sprouted from the broken and dried flesh.
Huai Shi looked towards the judges' platform. Most of the group members were still slumped over the table. Just as he was about to check on them, Xiao Yan, leading the group, slammed his arms on the table and propped himself up with a ferocious and twisted expression.
what? !
I administered a lethal dose!
"My happiness..." Xiao Yan's eyes lit up again: "But it's in the future!"
Compared to seeing Xiao Xiao's future growth and Xun'er's appearance in her wedding dress, the past experiences, though important, need not be elaborated upon!
"Is this obsession something you're a monster for?!" Huai Shi was stunned.
Su Lin, with his lifeless eyes that seemed to have burned out, smacked his lips as if savoring the memory: "What's the name of this dish?"
Unlimited cooking.
Just kidding. If that were really the case, Chef Emiya next to me should collect his own royalties.
“Based on the beauty of mimicry,” Huai Shi said.
"..." Su Lin frowned: "I didn't get to eat any pigeon?"
“Xiao Hei, no, it’s not Kun, it’s not a chicken, and it’s not a pigeon, it’s a mimicry beauty!” Huai Shi explained.
The foundation is the foundation of the Kingdom of Heaven.
The character 拟 (nǐ) is aspiring to resemble a soul.
The state is the ecology of hell.
Beauty is the beautiful present state.
This is how it is.
—“Based mimicry beauty”.
That's quite fitting.
"You've grown up, Huai Shi." Su Lin nodded slightly.
Stop acting like a godfather, I'm begging you.
"Next dish."
"Sorry, I'm in the same group as Huai Shi, so let me go first," Emiya Shirou said apologetically to Yi Ya, the chef carrying a bamboo basket.
“I’m really looking forward to it.” Guo Shouque calmly nodded as he studied the other person’s face. He had just witnessed the chef’s amazing dishes in the illusion.
Shirou Emiya walked up to the table where the dishes were empty inside, with only the outer shell remaining.
"It's not good to waste food." Shirou Emiya smiled and poured the food that had lost its essence into a pot of emerald green broth for a second processing.
Huai Shi's pupils dilated in shock, and his expression gradually turned green. He had already been holding back, but Emiya Shirou still intended to modify his own cooking.
After all, in theory, there should only be one final dish among the same group, a kind of culinary style that overlaps with the culinary style, a life-or-death struggle.
At this moment, the group members, who were still lying on the table, gazed with difficulty at the pot of soup and the chef stirring it as their souls gradually recovered.
"I am the bone of my work."
Recite the incantation.
Chanting is merely a suggestion to change oneself.
It is the existence that connects Shirou Emiya to his essence.
"Plastic is my body, and pill is my blood."
Meanwhile, this is Emiya Shirou's signature role that's breaking into the mainstream... wait, isn't something wrong?!
"Unknown to rest, nor known to vacation."
Wait, Shirou-kun, hold on a second!?
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Ye Fan, who had just woken up and was rubbing his forehead, saw that everyone, including Su Lin, looked like they had seen a ghost.
So as I pray
"Unlimited overtime work."
Everything crumbles and is reborn.
Flames raced, consuming the green fields of hellish ecology, and brought the darkness of the abyss to change the world. On the pot of thick soup, raging flames continued to burn.
Instead of following the recipes provided by the system, inspired by Huai Shi, they added their own creative touches.
In the crimson wasteland, Shirou Emiya stood bathed in overwhelming radiance, presenting his final creation: "This dish is called—"
--Survive."
In the swirling soup pot, the vortex subsided, but a beam of light shot into the sky and grew stronger.
Amidst the sound of bursting bubbles, an indescribable pressure descended upon this place!
A rich vitality, a vitality many times more terrifying than any holy medicine, surged from the soup pot.
My body moved instinctively. I don't know when I put it in the bowl or when I picked it up and put it in my mouth, but what came to my tongue was not taste, but a nuclear explosion on a spiritual level!
So-called overtime work is nothing more than sacrificing your own life to feed that machine called work, which can never be fully satisfied.
But what is the purpose of working?
It's for survival.
I just want to survive. I don't care if it's white food, weird cuisine, pre-made food, or even just vitamin C and vegetable juice.
Tears streamed down her face.
Bitterness, enlightenment, in the taste of cataclysm, along with the cruel gap between ideals and reality, completely freezes and solidifies the soul.
The same applies to darkness and calamity.
Only when a shattering sound broke through the deathly silence did the self, long since numbed by nothingness, realize:
"It's okay, another day has passed."
Su Lin's face contorted with indescribable bitterness, tears streaming down her face through her fingers that were covering her eyes.
Even though life force has been replenished and the soul has been repaired, why?
Why is life so hard?
(End of this chapter)