Gourmet of Another World

Inside the cabin, everything seemed to be frozen and lit up by a pale blue light.

It was a simple cabin, no different from a mortal house. It was constructed of ordinary wood logs with an ordinary table, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks…

Apart from being dustless, there was nothing special about it.

Frowning, Bu Fang glanced at everything in the cabin. Soul God and the God of Cooking had disappeared. It was as if he was the only person left.

He paced around. The sound of footsteps echoed in the cabin. That gave Bu Fang pause because the footsteps were not just his, but others’ as well.

Soul God?

Bu Fang frowned. He lowered his eyes and looked around. However, he still had not seen any sign of Soul God. It was as if they were in different dimensions after stepping into the cabin. He could hear Soul God’s footsteps, and Soul God could also hear his footsteps.

Bu Fang stopped, and Soul God also halted his steps. The whole cabin was deathly silent.

“This log cabin… stores Soul God’s heart?”

He looked quietly, glancing at the table, the chairs, the bed, the cupboards… His gaze turned in every direction as he tried to find Soul God’s hidden heart.

Of course, Bu Fang also understood that the God of Cooking would not place the heart in such a conspicuous place.

In this simple room, Bu Fang sensed more than one familiar aura. It was the aura of the System… and… the God of Cooking’s Menu.

The System had completely disappeared since Bu Fang returned to ordinary life. He had thought that it was gone forever, but from the looks of it, the System should have come to this cabin.

Or had the System always existed here?

The God of Cooking’s System was actually… what Soul God’s heart had turned into.

When Bu Fang figured these out, he could not help but admire the God of Cooking, for he had been using Soul God’s power in cultivating weapons that could restrain him.

Of course, these were only Bu Fang’s speculation.

Bu Fang sat cross-legged on the floor. The sound of messy footsteps came to his ears.

Apparently, Soul God, who had been unable to find the heart, was somewhat exasperated. He seemed to be running wildly in the room, destroying everything in the cabin.

Bu Fang opened his eyes and listened. It was as if a farce was happening around him. After a long time, it suddenly became completely silent, and he narrowed his eyes.

Rumble!

The void suddenly rippled like water. Amid the pale blue light, a black face abruptly emerged before him.

The eyes on the face flicked open. Sinful emotions tumbled in them, looking like a whirlpool that was going to swallow one’s soul and everything!

“Found you!” Soul God said coldly. He had forcefully broken the dimensional barrier created by the cabin and appeared in front of Bu Fang.

Bu Fang looked indifferently at Soul God. “So what if you found me? I’ve never hidden myself… Just because you found me doesn’t mean you found the heart.”

His voice was calm, and it was this calmness that made Soul God fly into a rage!

“My heart is in this room! Where is it?!” Soul God growled. As a combination of the seven sins, he was tyrannical and violent.

However, Bu Fang just stared indifferently at him. His composure was in stark contrast to Soul God’s madness.

Rumble!

The barrier was completely torn apart, and the pale blue light in front of Bu Fang faded away. At this moment, the quiet room was reduced to ruins. Everything was broken, destroyed by Soul God.

Bu Fang glanced at the dilapidated room and shook his head.

Soul God’s crimson eyes were bursting with monstrous anger. Bu Fang’s calm and indifferent appearance infuriated him. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped it toward Bu Fang. A terrifying aura erupted.

However, the aura gradually dissipated as it neared Bu Fang’s face…

‘It seems… from this moment on, all magic power is forbidden in this room, just like the ability that Whitey once possessed.’

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly. He raised a hand and blocked Soul God’s blow.

Bu Fang was not too surprised. In the past, Whitey’s abilities came from the System. This made Bu Fang even more certain that the System was in this room.

Whitey was the carrier of the God of Cooking’s will. When Bu Fang sealed Soul God, the System had disappeared with the God of Cooking’s will.

When Whitey’s physical body disintegrated, Bu Fang’s body had disintegrated as well. And when Bu Fang was resurrected, the first person he came into contact with was Lord Bird.

Lord Bird was the clone of the God of Cooking’s will. So… the System was most likely brought back here by Lord Bird.

This was where the God of Cooking had created the System, and it had returned here in the end. Perhaps it was all predetermined by destiny.

“Do you think this can trap me?” Soul God sneered, his crimson eyes flashing with violence. “Even though this was all set up by that old fool, with my current strength, they can’t trap me for long…”

His gaze grew savage!

“When I break this shabby house and find my heart… The first person I’ll kill… is you, stinking chef! ” Soul God said icily.

He really hated Bu Fang! The Soul Demon Universe was planted with flowers and grass, his army of Soul Demons was sealed, and even the Great Soul Overlords of the seven sins were sealed…

Bu Fang was against him in every way. He was like a fishbone in his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable!

“So… You also admitted that you’re trapped.” A faint smile brushed Bu Fang’s lips as he looked playfully at Soul God.

Soul God paused.

“Look… It’s just you and me in the room now… and the will of the dead God of Cooking. So…” Bu Fang’s voice trailed off.

“So what do you want?!” Soul God’s pupils narrowed as he looked at Bu Fang in disbelief. What did this stinking chef… want to do to him? “I’m Soul God! F*ck you!”

The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched. However, he ignored the fuming Soul God, raised his head, and glanced around.

“You old goat… What do you think I want to do to you?” Bu Fang rolled his eyes. “The God of Cooking deliberately created this environment for us to be alone, so I can get rid of you…” Bu Fang stood up and smoothed the folds on his Vermilion Robe.

“Get rid of me? With just you?”

After hearing that, Soul God breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he laughed disdainfully.

“I admit you, stinking chef, have grown a lot in a thousand years… But you’ve foolishly chosen to walk the Emotional Path. Do you know what the Emotional Path is? Do you know why the God of Cooking chose to focus on the Ruthless Path?

“That’s because… he once took the Emotional Path and failed! It was because of that failure that… I am here! Only my Ruthless Path can step on the true pinnacle!

“A person like you who walks the Emotional Path cannot escape failure, and with your current strength… You are no match for me!

“Both you and I are forbidden from using magic power in this house. Don’t tell me… You want to fight me in hand-to-hand combat?”

Soul God sneered. He was the combination of sinful emotions, tyrannical and manic, but… he was not stupid.

Bu Fang rubbed his fist. “I’m a chef. Would I do something so uncivilized?” he said expressionlessly.

Bam!

The next moment, his Vermilion Robe fluttered as he threw out his fist and punched Soul God in the face.

The punch stunned Soul God and made him take a few steps back.

“I will certainly choose to use… cooking to convince you, which is exactly what the God of Cooking wanted.

“Otherwise, you think it would be me standing here? If the God of Cooking wanted hand-to-hand combat, Whitey is more suitable than me to… punch you,” Bu Fang said faintly, flinging his hand.

Soul God climbed to his feet. His crimson eyes almost burst with flames.

“What kind of a f*cking chef are you?!”

Soul God cursed. He was such a grumpy guy, but it was not his fault. After all, he was a combination of sinful emotions.

“Haha.”

Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth coldly. After that, with a thought in his mind, the God of Cooking Set slowly emerged.

The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, the Qilin Transmigration Ladle, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, the White Tiger Heaven Stove, and the Vermilion Robe…

In this room, the God of Cooking Set was not affected.

Buzz…

The moment Bu Fang summoned the God of Cooking Set, the aura in the room suddenly changed. In all corners of the room, one array after another emerged. Each of them looked like a blooming flower, lighting up every corner…

Suddenly, the System’s serious voice rang out.

“Congratulations, Host Bu Fang. You’ve activated the last test: The God of Cooking’s Dream. Complete the test, and the path to becoming a God of Cooking you’ve been dreaming of will be perfected.”

As Bu Fang watched, streams of light converged and transformed into a human figure made of lines.

The figure was none other than… the System, which took Bu Fang on the road to becoming a God of Cooking and had accompanied him from the beginning to the present day.

The next moment, the God of Cooking’s Menu emerged. Drops of divine power belonging to the God of Cooking fell, turning it into a tangible object…

“The God of Cooking’s Dream: The God of Cooking’s greatest regret was that he had created Soul God. Soul God was born of his sins, but he could not last long enough to destroy him. So he had to turn his hope into a dream and put it on his successor. Complete the God of Cooking’s dream, and the road to becoming the God of Cooking will be perfected and full of blossoming flowers,” the System said seriously.

Bu Fang exhaled with a complicated look in his eyes.

The God of Cooking’s Menu turned into an old, worn book and fell in his hands. He slowly flipped it open.

There were only seven dishes in the book, as if they corresponded to the seven sins of Soul God. Every word in the recipes was the result of painstaking efforts.

Bu Fang seemed to see an old man holding a pen in the dim light of an oil lamp, trembling and writing the recipes word by word.

So he was supposed to convince Soul God with these dishes? Wiping out one of his sins with one dish?

The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched. ‘Are you sure it is to convince and not… disgust? The source of the Soul Demons’ hatred of gourmet food must have started from Soul God…’ he thought to himself.

“Come on, Host, you are only one step away from success! A brighter tomorrow awaits you!”

With its unique serious tone, the System gave a little motivational speech that Bu Fang was very familiar with.

Bu Fang felt somewhat refreshed as it had been a long time since he heard the System’s motivating words…

“In that case…” Bu Fang’s gaze became much softer as he looked at Soul God. “Since we are both chefs, we will solve this in the chef’s way…” he said lightly.

Soul God’s pupils narrowed. He wanted to flee, but the power of the Gourmet Arrays fell, turned into cold chains, and shackled him to the spot. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break out of the cabin!

Meanwhile, Bu Fang grabbed the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife. He exhaled, took out a velvet rope, and tied his hair with it. Then, he carefully rolled up his sleeves.

It was as if he was preparing to cook for a solemn banquet. However… this banquet was for Soul God, and it was also Soul God’s funeral!

Soul God was arguably the luckiest villain of all time. Because his death might not be caused by the brutal beating of the protagonist, but due to him eating too much food cooked by the protagonist.

Soul God was fuming. He f*cking… fell into the God of Cooking’s trap again! He could not help but wonder if the power of the sins had really made him a bit of a fool!

“I am Soul God!” he growled.

Sizzle…

Bu Fang did not use divine power or special techniques. He just quietly and calmly cooked the dishes based on the recipes prepared by the God of Cooking.

An aroma rose and lingered in the air. Soul God, who was growling, sniffed. He immediately shut his mouth as his stomach began to tumble!

The power of the Great Sins turned into black dragons and began to slowly struggle, fighting against the power of the Gourmet arrays.

Bu Fang glanced at him and sped up his cooking. Once Soul God broke free of the shackle, it might not be so easy to suppress him again.

He tossed the wok and kept stir-frying. The ladles blurred into motions as the aroma kept spreading.

A few moments later, Bu Fang poured the dish in the wok onto a blue-and-white porcelain plate he had prepared. After that, he came before Soul God, picked up the dish with a pair of chopsticks, and nodded at Soul God with an expressionless face…

“Be good and… open your mouth. Ah…”

Soul God’s eyes got big. As the greatest villain, he wanted to die with dignity!