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Chapter 957 The Last Supper (Please refresh)

Chapter 957 The Last Supper (Please refresh)

Frank Lee, the "Mushroom King," was a legendary scientist.

The milk mushrooms, roasted meat mushrooms, carnivorous reproductive mushrooms, and Nasu mushrooms he created provided great assistance to the Silver Hand Knights in the southern continent's base.

As food became increasingly plentiful, the Engel coefficient of ordinary people decreased month by month, to the point that mushrooms became something everyone praised.

Even a lazy person with no purchasing power and no desire to work could consume mushrooms that grow on their own body to achieve a cycle of consumption, using photosynthesis to grow the mushrooms. (This experiment was considered taboo and was terminated.)

In gratitude for Frank's contributions, Su Shengguang, as the top leader of the Silver Hand, personally met with and invited the fungal scientist to share his academic achievements with people from all walks of life.

“That makes perfect sense.” Su Lin wrote this down with a 0-08 quill pen.

"Are you planning to cause various mutated undead catastrophes in other worlds?"

Klein discovered that his reasoning had been misled.

But he doesn't care at all about the dark culinary world disguised as a culinary competition. What he's worried about is whether Frank will completely lose control after coming into contact with forbidden knowledge and biological samples from the outside world, and explode into various mushroom hells.

Who knows what kind of biological experiments Frank, in his unbridled state, will pull off? A mushroom planet? And some reproductive or fertility power he somehow acquired? Or perhaps holy light mushrooms infused with someone's power? Hmm, the kind that actively mark and hunt demons.

Snapped!

Su Lin snapped his fingers, bringing Klein, who was under immense pressure, back to his senses.

"In fact, Mr. Frank is just a spore supplier. If someone serves him shit or makes a dish that looks like shit, he'll probably only be able to eat the shit-tasting mushrooms that grow on his body for the rest of his life."

"That's good"

Klein's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"I gave them a heads-up beforehand. In this competition, without guaranteeing their safety, the dishes the judges taste must be visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious," Su Lin reassured them.

How does it taste?

Where did the most important flavor go?

Klein maintained a calm expression and asked doubtfully, "Did I say I wanted to be a judge?"

"..." Su Lin scratched his head blankly, and a divine puppet with a blurry face but long hair walked out: "So you said before that we would debut as idols together? As long as it can make otaku rice explode, I don't mind remotely controlling a suit."

"Defying the heavens." Klein smiled with relief.

Faced with Su Lin's complete openness and the possibility of dragging him down with him, he still chose to sit on the judges' panel to see what tricks this guy was planning to play.

Even if the dishes made by these culinary demons are incredibly bad, they are perfectly acceptable to me given my current status and level.

"Then let's head back first."

Not far away, Xiao Yan and the others smiled and waved goodbye.

Luckily we arrived early; it hadn't been long before we heard this explosive news: the God of Cooking Competition and the God of Cooking Competition were being held together! The judges... even dogs wouldn't stand up for themselves!

“Contestants can receive prize money, and judges who come part-time will also receive a salary.”

Su Lin sat with his legs crossed in the middle of the judges' panel and said leisurely, "The highest... is probably the selection of goods worth around a million."

Let's do it! If DouDou won't do it, I will!

Originally intending to make a quick getaway, Song Shuhang, filled with righteous indignation, led his team over and sat down in unison.

Klein had initially intended to use the excuse that there weren't enough people and they should meet another day, but seeing this scene, he gradually fell silent.

Song Shuhang is probably already used to high-risk, low-return situations.

"Don't worry, this is a team mode. Maybe the final dish will be a normal but delicious meal?"

Su Lin made no attempt to hide anything: "The more dishes you review, the greater the reward. It's okay if you encounter dishes you don't want to eat along the way. As I said at the beginning, I'm just treating everyone to a meal. We also have local judges from the Chef's Contest organizing committee available."

His tone was quite casual, and the content gave people a very reassuring and normal feeling.

"But," Lu Mingfei took a half step back, a disdainful smile on his face, "that's the biggest abnormality."

He planned to take Erii and Zero as ordinary spectators, find some normal food to try at the stadium, and that would be it. As for the reward, he didn't need it for the time being.

[That's interesting. It looks like one of those games that tests a man's masculinity.] Erii's necklace suddenly made a sound.

"Does Alastor think so too?" Erii asked happily.

"[Well, it's just tasting food, and we can get pretty good profits from it. There's no reason to give it up.]" said 'Heavenly Fire Calamity Alastor'.

You little bastard!

Lu Mingfei looked incredulously at Mr. Fool, the 'god' who was lightly tapping the table with his fingers. He saw Klein staring blankly ahead, seemingly not paying any attention to them at all.

They can't let it slip. Erii really likes being a Flame Haze, and if no one else knows, it can stay a secret forever.

A moment later, Lu Mingfei, with a stern face, took his seat.

Then, with a jolt, the curtain used to conceal the scene was lifted, revealing a long table and thirteen empty chairs to the great attention of the crowd.

Above the sky, as far as the eye could see, the boundless abyssal ocean currents enveloped everything. The countless stoves burning with flames in the arena resembled clusters of bonfires, just like the ancient human tribes lighting fires on the earth as night fell, while the gods looked down upon everything.

At this moment, streaks of incomparably brilliant holy light tore through the abyss and landed on the arena.

Su Lin sat alone in the middle, his face illuminated by the light, appearing solemn and dignified. The two rows of seats around him, though not full, resembled a painting.

—The Last Supper

Of course, besides this table, there were also many other tables of lords and rulers scattered not far away. When they saw this scene, they immediately focused their searching gazes on the 'rancher', wanting to ascertain what had happened recently and the nature of the other party at this moment.

But that one glance was enough to sting my eyes with the intense, dazzling light that brought tears to my eyes, a stark contrast to the coldness of the past, and even more terrifying.

Their divine power was like a prison, almost sweeping away all the calamities that had gathered because of their presence.

There was not a trace of the abyss, and even the existence of just one of its gods was comparable to the terrifying aura brought by the gods of the Golden Age walking on the earth. The massive divinity and modifiers of multiple pantheons were hidden in these holy lights.

These rulers used every means and connections to come here, not only to sample the cuisine but also to check on the rancher's condition.

As a result, damn it!

You've really retired from the life of crime?!

So, you really didn't have a choice before, and now you want to be a good person?!

No matter how much gossip or official reports you read, nothing beats seeing it with your own eyes. They would rather the rancher be an undercover agent or have already devoured the brains of everyone in the Astronomical Society. But now, it seems that another great expansion, comparable to the era of the Republic, is about to begin.

The thought of being woken up by a bunch of lunatics throwing firecrackers while I'm trying to sleep is incredibly disturbing.

"Performance mode and warm-up have ended."

A deep voice rang out from the loudspeaker, trembling with barely suppressed excitement: "I never expected that even the gods Nidhogg and Dongjun would deign to grace the competition as judges! On behalf of the Chef Demon Organizing Committee, I would like to express my gratitude to everyone!"

I now announce.

The competition has officially begun.

As soon as the words were spoken, the many hellish creatures and ascendants who had come to join in the fun put on gas masks in unison, while the celestial chefs, spirit chefs, and top-level chefs who had been invited from other worlds were completely bewildered.

However, they soon realized what was going on.

"Abyss Technology and Hen Huo Luosifen? I didn't expect even the founder, you, would come." A tall, thin man with white hair and a chef's hat looked at the next room.

Upon hearing this, the hunched old man looked up and immediately said modestly, "Not at all, how can my humble snacks compare to your reputation as the champion of the 9th Culinary Demon Competition, Shidifen Porridge, whose name is as famous as thunder in my ears."

"A magic jumper?!"

These words immediately drew many eyes.

"The 'Demon Jumps Over the Wall' incident happened many years ago. Besides, in terms of reputation, there are quite a few veteran chefs here." The white-haired chef looked around, his sharp eagle eyes sweeping over the chefs who were hiding but exuding an abyssal culinary aura:

"Sour soup tadpoles, a food cart vendor on the Dark Matter Starship, and the first leader of the Green Flower Society—they were all big shots from the old era."

"We're getting old. There's no place for us on the ships of the new world anymore." An old man, smoking a cigarette, chuckled as he took off his muddy boots and stepped barefoot into a bowl of pickled cabbage.

"Old phlegm pickled cabbage?!"

hiss--

A hissing sound filled the air.

That was a legendary madman who was impossible to guard against and had caused a great disturbance in the present world. Time has passed, and I never thought I would see him here again.

"It is indeed I, the old man! What do you want?!"

A group of fully armed security guards grabbed the old man and dragged him outside.

"Before the competition started, we repeatedly emphasized that food hygiene must be followed. You, who rely on filth to make culinary atrocities, have tarnished the art of cooking and do not deserve to be called a chef! Your fellow contestant has advanced!"

The security personnel from the Culinary Demon Competition organizing committee swept their menacing gazes around: "Drag all violators out! They will all receive the competition's punishment of curses and mushroom spores!!!"

"No! Give me another chance! I don't want to eat mushrooms that grew on my own body!" the old man cried out in despair.

“Indeed, there’s no room for these old things on ships in the New World.” The white-haired chef sighed, glancing at his smoking partner beside him.

"By the way, I haven't yet asked your name, friend. If you haven't brought enough ingredients yourself, I brought a lot of delicacies from the Old Forest Temple at Depth 41."

The chef, covered in advertisements for Zhutian City, dropped his cigarette and stammered, "Stephen Zhou."

The once-dominant dark cuisine scene, including dishes like hot pot made with swill from ditches, traditional dishes from resort areas, and mooncakes fried with eggs from universities, has suddenly lost its spirit and is filled with lamentations.

However, there were exceptions. A chef from Yingzhou picked up a sea fish, placed it on the cutting board, and took out his equipment to start testing it.

"What are you doing?" Fairy Bie Xue asked blankly.

"Sir, I am using a Geiger counter to check if the ingredients are usable," the bearded man said respectfully.

Fairy Fairy Bie Xue: "Is it necessary?"

Sea fish: "Yeah, is it necessary?"

[Beep beep!] A red light and a warning sound appeared on the instrument's surface.

At this moment, countless celestial chefs, spirit chefs, and even ghost chefs had the same thought flash through their minds.

Absolutely cannot admit

We absolutely cannot accept that the food these guys make is cuisine!

On the honor of being a chef, those culinary disasters must be nipped in the bud before they even enter the selection process!

With murderous intent emanating from her body, Fairy Bie Xue raised her neck, drew her magical weapon, and with a flash of light, the mutated seafood was instantly killed, and the value on the Geiger counter also returned to zero.

The spirit blade did not stop, but instead flew to another location.

Covered in Armament Haki, the curly-browed chef Sanji stubbed out his cigarette and took up his Spirit Blade. With a raging fire that materialized, he sliced ​​the ingredients, which contained the aura of hell, into countless neat cubes.

The spirit blade, wreathed in flames, flew to the next location. There was no communication between the chefs, only tacit understanding.

If everyone was a competitor before, now, facing this group of heretics, they are comrades-in-arms in the same trench.

Admittedly, just by looking at their techniques and skills, it's clear that these guys called "culinary demons" possess the most outstanding, even unparalleled, skills in their respective schools and individual fields.

but!

This thing called cooking!

"Food is something that brings happiness!!!"

Chefs from all the realms have now officially declared war on the dark culinary world, which seeks the ultimate experience of depravity and despair.

The vibrant and beautiful culinary inspiration, like a rainbow, left the contestants who had just underestimated these non-culinary geniuses in a daze for a while; some even saw glimpses of their past selves in it.

Then tears streamed down her face.

Yes.

Food was originally something that brought happiness to people, and they certainly knew that.

But it is precisely because we recognize that happiness is limited to the limits of cooking itself that this will and this beauty...

"That's what makes it worth destroying."

The interconnected oceans of malice, almost tangible, reacted violently the instant the rainbow light shone, like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, triggering the most intense reaction!

Besides dedicating their painstaking masterpieces to ranchers who previously knew nothing about taste, this competition has taken on a new meaning.

With the crystallization of that path to the abyss, ravage, trample, and crush what these challengers pursue!

boom--!

The collision of drastically different culinary storms, with crackling, sizzling, and gurgling sounds, stunned countless spectators watching the open kitchen process, causing their knees to buckle and they to kneel on the ground.

"Is that the rancher after the nature of the rancher has been reversed?" Guo Shouque, with his solid build and well-developed muscles, gazed at the high platform: "Or is it the Jade Emperor?"

"The Grand Mystic Zarathustra is still under His control. I was planning to invite Huai Shi to chat with him, but I didn't expect him to come here to eat again." Xuan Niao slurped up the freshly cooked noodles next to the stove.

"Slurp. A true foodie at heart." Yegor wiped his mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Xuan Niao looked around. "Aren't you going to keep an eye on those scoundrels of scholars in the Institute of Preservation?"

"I finally became the president of the Astronomical Society, can't I enjoy myself a bit?!"

"Isn't that the future?"

"If you don't enjoy this, I'm kicking the bucket!"

Yegor said irritably, "After hearing the news that I would become the president, the Institute of Survival was afraid that I would make things difficult for them with my personal funds, so they have been much more obedient lately."

"Get out of here, all of you! Don't disturb me while I'm cooking!" Guo Shouque said irritably, shooing them away.

"It's alright, my cooking is finished too."

A magnetic voice came through.

A priest from the same group came over carrying two plates of Mapo Tofu and said with a smile, "If you don't mind, please try some."

"Look at these young people!" Xuan Niao pointed and picked up a soup spoon.

Guo Shouque stared at the plate of Mapo Tofu for a while, then asked in confusion, "Are you a culinary demon?"

Snapped--

Snapped--

Xuan Niao and Yegor collapsed, clutching their throats and staring wide-eyed.

“No.” Kirei Kotomine shook his head and said, “I’m just a mapo dish enthusiast.”

　I'm late again, this chapter only has 4400 words.

(End of this chapter)