The Demon's Menu-Chapter 1103: A Rich Breakfast! (2)

But in the end, he said nothing.

Just like that, he watched the liaison officer disappear from his sight.

Then, Onodera turned around and walked towards where he had parked his car.

At this moment, the sun was already high in the sky.

The morning sun was not harsh, just warm.

And when the sea breeze blew gently, it felt even more comfortable.

A feeling of contentment naturally emerged.

Onodera seemed to feel this comfort, smiling slightly.

This is my greatest strength!

I’ve helped you this far, consider it a repayment of your favor!

Repaying you is as good as repaying that wandering Onmyoji!

After all, you are a small group, aren’t you?

Heh, although I’m not a good person.

But a life-saving grace, I remember well.

Now those bastards should not suspect you guys anymore.

From now on, it’s up to you.

More?

I can’t manage that!

From now, I am free as the birds in the sky and the fish in the sea!

Thinking about it, Onodera couldn’t help wanting to laugh out loud.

Only, he was well aware that it was inappropriate to do so.

Suppressing his laughter, Onodera forcefully remembered some annoying matters, furrowing his brows.

Then, Onodera quickened his pace and returned to the car.

However, just as he sat down, Onodera’s body shuddered.

In front of him, stuck in the center of the steering wheel, was a note.

It read:

Interested in a chat?

You, in your current state, deserve more.

...

The bottom line was a phone number, with no name at all.

Trouble!

Big trouble!

Onodera nearly cried looking at the note.

He just wanted to repay a favor, that’s all.

How did it seem like he’s gotten into even bigger trouble?

Instinctively, Onodera grabbed the note, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it out of the car window.

But, in the next moment, Onodera got out of the car, picked up the crumpled ball of paper.

His eyes showed contemplation and thought.

In the end, he pocketed the crumpled note.

The car started.

It quickly disappeared by the seaside.

The last bit of noise was gone, leaving only the sound of the waves.

From ancient times to the present.

Never changed.

Just like the sun rising and setting.

Just like eating three meals a day.

For people, food is of utmost importance.

Among the three meals, breakfast is especially important.

Jason, embracing the traditions of his hometown, deeply values this.

So, after returning, he greeted Hui Lijing and took a bottle of strong liquor before heading straight to the second-floor office of ’Mask X Cleaver X Meat’.

From the door to the window, then to the wall.

Then the ceiling and the floor.

Careful.

Even more careful.

Especially while savoring the fruits of victory.

This is a well-known saying in ’Nightless City’.

Every qualified resident of ’Nightless City’ listens and adheres.

Not listening?

Not adhering?

Death, is the only destiny.

And a terribly miserable death at that.

Jason definitely does not want to meet such misfortune, so after reassuring himself there were no blind spots 360 degrees around, he set his backpack down, taking out last night’s gains.

Derived from the competing contestants were eleven ’foods’.

And the ’core’ of ’Lethal’.

After cleaning the ’food’ with strong liquor, Jason arranged the eleven ’foods’ in a circular manner around the ’core’ of ’Lethal’.

Then, he changed the arrangement to a square shape.

After that, he switched back to a circular shape.

Repeating this process, Jason was careful but fully focused.

Just like a young chef apprentice arranging plates. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

He had to endure the aroma of the food while still requiring aesthetic sense.

Jason did not know about aesthetics.

But enduring was all too real.

Given the rare availability of ’food’ and knowing his own lack of self-control in face of ’hunger’, Jason naturally needed to ’train’ his willpower.

It might be difficult.

It might be slow to take effect.

But Jason knew, this was something he must undergo.

Even if it was just to not be controlled by ’hunger’, he had to do it.

After another four or five times, when Jason felt he was about to lose control again, he gritted his teeth and went for it one more time before finally placing the first food into his mouth.

This was a ring.

In fact, the ’food’ from the contestants consisted mostly of rings, bead strings, and stones.

After all, the more compact a prop you can carry, the better.

It tasted cool and sweet as it entered his mouth.

Jason’s teeth gently exerted force.

Pu!

The entire ring burst in the mouth.

The sweet and sour juice filled it.

"It tastes a bit like pomegranate."

"And somewhat like passion fruit."

Jason commented, his gaze turning toward the text in front of him.

[Consumed ’Ring of Residual Light’]

[Physical strength, energy, injuries slightly recovered!]

[Satiety +5]

[Satiety: 814]

...

5 points of satiety.

It didn’t surprise Jason.

Or rather, it didn’t disappoint him.

Because what he picked was the one with the mildest flavor among ’foods’.

Save the most delicious food for the last!

Holding this simple thought, Jason casually picked up a string of beads.

One bead after another in his mouth, came the sweet taste of grapes.

[Consumed ’Blessed Beads’]

[Physical strength, energy, injuries slightly recovered!]

[Satiety +10]

[Satiety: 824]

...

The satiety steadily increased.

Jason’s eating pace was also getting faster.

Though he still maintained eating one thing at a time.

But a dozen seconds later, only the core of ’Doom’ was left on the table.

At this time, Jason’s satiety had recovered to about 931 points.

Glancing at his satiety, Jason picked up the core of ’Doom’, and feeling its rich fragrance, he couldn’t help but stick out his tongue and give it a lick first.

Nothing special in taste.

Just felt a bit soft.

And somewhat elastic.

Not tasting any flavor, Jason hesitated no more, directly throwing the core of ’Doom’ into his mouth.

A chew.

Hmm?

Eggs?

Jason’s eyes brightened.

The core of ’Doom’ chewed just like an egg but far surpassed an ordinary egg in flavor.

The rich fat, flowing out as the eggshell broke.

The touch between egg yolk and teeth was crisp.

The fat accompanied by the crisp texture instantly attracted Jason.

Gnash, gnash.

Two bites later, the whole core of ’Doom’ had been devoured by Jason.

[Consumed ’Doom’ core (pseudo. Great Demon)]

[Physical strength, energy, injuries excessively recovered!]

[Satiety +200]

[Satiety: 1131]

[Excitement of Feast: +1]

[Excitement of Feast: 1]

...

Have ’Excitement of Feast’!

Such a rich breakfast.

Fruits, fried eggs, fried ham.

And some snacks.

Thinking about the ’breakfast’ he just had, and looking at the ’Excitement of Feast’ in front of him, Jason’s mouth curved in a smile.

Although he had already judged by the fragrance that the core of ’Doom’ was likely to induce ’Excitement of Feast’, its actual occurrence was still a delight.

Meanwhile, Jason’s heart was full of anticipation.

After all, the ’Doom’ was just a pseudo Great Demon.

What if it was a real Great Demon?

How much satiety and Excitement of Feast would it bring?

Just one or two more times, and another core skill of his [War Pattern: Prus: Griffin: Shadow Hidden Body Forging Technique] would be able to manifest its ’Talent’ again.

And this, won’t take too long.

He has already been titled ’Sword Saint.’

Though he has also demonstrated power.

But those skeptical people still doubt.

People are always like this.

Only believe what they want to believe.

Just like in Jason’s hometown—

Left eye twitching?

Twitching for wealth?

Eh, good omen, believe it.

Right eye twitching?

Twitching for calamity?

Pah, superstitious beliefs.

People are just so realistic.

Others might still restrain themselves a bit.

But, the people from the Hanakaiin Family certainly won’t.

Especially since he still displays the sign ’Mask X Machete X Meat’ Office.

There will certainly be people who will use a ’reasonable’ way to probe his ’true power.’

In fact, this happened faster than imagined.

Step, step, step.

The contact sound of footsteps and the iron staircase, followed by a loud, rhythmic knocking on the door—

Dong, dong dong!

"Hello, may I ask if Mr. Jason is here?"