"Bah, it's still the same. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "black-bellied" guy. Yes...... I almost forgot, little black, I don't regret your natural disability. One thing to remember, "I like you, just put it in the right place, and you're perfect in my eyes." 」

Luz's tone was firm, and the sincerity in his eyes was transmitted through the iron grate.

Then, she waved.

「…… Okay, break it...... One more thing, today I finally arranged for you to play a "competition". After all, this is a beast casino, and if you want to survive, you have to fight. Play well. I heard that your odds are higher than the other party's. For you in the first battle, gamblers don't know your strength, and of course they won't put bets on you. So, just open the eyes of those ignorant stupid "guests" who don't know anything. And, by the way, let's show yourself who doesn't look the same. I really want to see it...... That's the "brilliance" that a princess carries. 」

Leaving him suspicious, Luz picked up Hepburn and left.

…… Competition, human beings are right to describe it in that sense, it is indeed a competition, a contest to see whose hunting skills are superior, but for us it is very simple, but don't forget one thing, in the process of hunting, both sides cannot be hunters, the prey is determined by strength and weakness.

Well, is the competition finally here? Eating and drinking for so long, enjoying a life without work, the "Encyclopedia in the Brain" has warned that this is a sign of a terrible "accident", and before the other party seeks a return, please be vigilant and be prepared to repay. Be careful not to take away what is important.

As for what Luz is talking about? I have no interest in finding an answer.

I felt exhausted all over.

Luz was noisy, and her cheeky personality had drained my downtime.

I'm going to sleep now.

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I went back to that dream—

The white mist expanded densely in front of the field of vision, not a moist cold but a hot boiling gas. My skin was burned red and the pain irritated my whole body, but I didn't back down because there seemed to be something?? What seduces me, the hidden "opposite" of the white wall is curious.

I endured the heat and waved my hand to disperse them.

The mist cleared to the left and right, and in the misty vision, another different and rich gas drifted into my nose. It was the smell of the spices that wafted out after they were heated, and my nostrils were instantly filled with that smell.

It was a delicious smell, and my mind was bewildered and intoxicated.

I sped away from the white mist.

- With a wave of my hand, I finally saw the blurred space.

The firewood burned vigorously in the traditional stove, several stoves were blazing, the fire claws rubbed against the pots placed on each stove, the garlic and oil sizzled in the pot, and the charming smell bomb exploded, tantalizing my taste buds, and the viscous saliva secreted in the cavity.

My stomach is a little irritable, it's calling, it's hungry.

The sound of things crashing against each other came to my ears.

I noticed the artifacts that produced the sounds.

It's the gentle sound of a spatula rhythmically hitting the surface of the pot.

I also saw the guy who was stirring the ingredients...... Person?

His face was flattened and black, like a spinning, breathing black hole.

Strange, bizarre weirdos as chefs?

The chef's body is black and three-dimensional, with a humanoid silhouette, standing on two feet like a human, and two human-like arms. He didn't have any fingers, and the joints connecting his palms to his wrists were not obvious, and they fused together as if they were one, which was very strange.

No, that's a far-fetched description, the wrist is not connected to the palm, but to a flat instrument with a black sheen, a pure black shovel.

The chef lifts the pot and stir-fries it with a hand shaped like a black spatula.

Something that rolls between the pot and the spatula...... Is it meat?hmm~ They are cut off in large pieces and fried in a hot pan.

Are you making food? For whom?

The cook didn't speak, just nodded in agreement—that slight knuckle of the neck was a hint of that, right?

When he replied to me, it was like a rugby ball with his head just shaking, and I willfully thought that the action meant that.

So, I went to the table next to me and landed happily on the white chair. My hands are so small and small, like a twelve-year-old girl's. I grabbed a knife and fork in my left and right hands and tapped lightly on the edge of the square table with a white cloth.

I'm so excited.

My throat emitted a whispering melody, enjoying the time of waiting, munching on the accumulated anticipation.

The dish is finished.

The black chef put on a formal attire, and the palm of the hand that originally resembled a black shovel split five thin fingers of different lengths, like a gentleman elegantly and delicately, holding a silver plate and bringing to the table a load of carefully decorated food.

The pan-fried meat is smooth in color, crispy and crispy, like an art.

The chef nodded at the result of the dish, and the black fingers and palms were deformed again.

The edges of the stable shape are sharper than the shovel just now. The chef uses it as a knife. The large cutlet weighed about a pound and wasn't easy to eat for my childlike mouth, but the chef was careful to cut it into an easy-to-eat shape.

The chef was attentive and bowed with his hands on his chest as if he were the end of a show. The body immediately loses its thickness, turns into smoke powder and disappears into the void.

I watched in a daze as the other's departing gaze shifted back to the plate.

The piece of meat was plump, and the fat bubbles popped up on it, and then burst one after another, and the aroma came to the nose, and the process was quite tempting.

I picked up a sharp weapon and cut through the pieces of meat, and the dark bone section hidden in it was exposed, and the bone, bone marrow, and periosteum were stuffed all over the ground and densely, and the bite of the delicious meat must have been the sound of rattle.

I rubbed a piece with a fork and let it cool for a while before chewing on it.

Gaz, Gaz, Gaga, .......

Pain——!

My teeth, so painful.

Woo———!

It was uselessly broken.

The taste in my mouth was suddenly confused...... Blood...... The smell of rust and broken tooth particles .......

These textures don't match the meat at all, so it's so unpalatable.

Disgusting.

"Ugh. 」

…… I really shouldn't have told Luz about this dream I've had.

A little regretful.

The "Encyclopedia of the Brain" has explained the phrase "regret", and I have experienced it firsthand and felt it more deeply.

Faced with the expectation of delicious food, and then to the loss of reality, his words and deeds are like a child, naïve.

If you are teased by Ruz...... For the humiliation of the situation that may be faced in the future.

Even if it's just imagining, I feel—

Shame!