As silly as it sounds, an oven toaster brought them together.

Burgundy red wine stewed beef.

    In the story of the spirit of the restaurant, the pig's foot was born in the first class of the distant month, and made a fortunately, the red wine stewed beef, so that the unspoken teacher Roland Chapel gave a high evaluation.

    In fact, this is a French dish.

    On a fixed recipe, Burgundy red wine goulash actually has a lot of practices to see the chef's play.

    Will Xia Yu do Burgundy red wine stewed beef?

    If it is other Western food, you must make a big question mark.

    However, the Burgundy red wine stewed beef, when the drama of the genius of the restaurant is popular, Xia Yu as a big-handed goods with hands-on ability, naturally found the recipe of the comics appendix, painstakingly studied for a long time .

    What's more, the Burgundy red wine stew made according to the comics is not good, and can even be judged as poor. At that time, Xia Yu thought about it and finally caught a key flaw in the comic recipe:

    no honey!

    Later, it was a coincidence that in the same place of anime and food, I heard about a French film "Julie and Julia" in 2009, and compared with the description of a large number of French cuisine in the movie, it was considered a real burgundy red wine goulash. , successfully restored, tastes praise.

    "Where are the ingredients ready?" After

    washing hands and wearing aprons and kitchen hats, after completing the basic etiquette of a chef, Xia Yu looked at the kitchen counter of the western restaurant.

    Two large pieces of thawed beef, this is the main ingredient.

    "[Beef shoulder], excellent quality, 8 hours and 56 minutes of freezing time, fresh."

    Hand contact beef, kitchen god system gives information on food identification, green quality.

    "Beef shoulder? Good, the meat in this position, the fiber is fine, the taste is smooth and tender, suitable for stewing, roasting, braising and firing curry." Xia Yu said to himself, and his eyes swept through other ingredients. "You can start!"

    Snapped!

    A very thick piece of beef smashed on the chopping board. Xia Yu chose the sharpest kitchen knife on the kitchen table, using the index finger, middle finger and thumb, and pinching the handle and the blade. Slowly breathe twice, and the hand is falling!

    The two chefs and the chef of Xia Zhiqiu only saw the silver light flashing past, and the beef on the chopping board did not seem to change.

    However, Xia Yu's movements did not stop, and the right hand continued to rise and fall, very regular, as if to direct the band, the knife and the chopping board collided, the sound is so sweet.

    The chef of Xia Zhiqiu has changed his face.

    He obviously remembered something, and fixedly focused on Xia Yu who was seriously dealing with beef. "...this knife... Is he a student

    of Yuanyue ?" What he cares about is that Xia Yu has a strange grip. the way.

    I have been gazing at Xia Yu's processing of two large chunks of thick beef, and the Xia Zhiqiu chef is even more confused.

    Among the students in the middle and high schools of Yuanyue, there may also be geniuses who have this knife. However, this young man, the chef who seems to have been working for many years, calm and elegant, is not in the greenhouse. It is unique!

    At this moment, the chef of Xia Zhiqiu is ashamed and has a recollection.

    From the time Xia Yu processed the ingredients, this kitchen seems to change hands, he can only be seen as a helper to watch.

    At the beginning, he was also the pride of the cooking school. However, the competition in the far month was too cruel. There were very few graduates every year. He was eliminated in the second year of the Ministry of Higher Education and was judged to have no chef talent.

    "Okay!" The

    two large pieces of beef were processed in one breath, and Xia Yu turned to take the bacon strips, which were also cut into very neat pieces of meat.

    Next, throw the equal-sized bacon strips into the pot and add water to cook. Xia Yu opens the gas stove and glances at it. Then he does not return to the head: "Help me take the kitchen paper..."

    The chef of Xia Zhiqi quickly handed the reel kitchen paper.

    Moisture is a taboo for beef dishes, so the chopped beef pieces must be squeezed out of the water, and the kitchen paper comes in handy. Xia Yu's expression was serious, and she constantly pulled out the kitchen paper, wrapped a piece of beef and repeatedly squeezed it.

    But that is part of the six ingredients, a bit of a handle, however, Xia Hill chef next summer plumage glance So, there are two other young kitchen help, "help with it!"

    Beef to the water is completed, the kitchen table There are still many side dishes that have not been processed, such as carrots, mushrooms, parsley, and Xia Yu hand over the side dish to the chef of Xia Zhiqiu. They took the pan and added olive oil to the hot pot. Fry the bacon pieces that are picked up from the skillet.

    Bacon is fried to a tan, and Xia Yu silently counts the time of frying, accurate to every second.

    Take the bacon, and the lard that is fried in bacon is left in the pan. The fire in the gas stove is still burning. Xia Yu skillfully uses the kitchen utensils to grab a piece of beef that has been dehydrated and put it in a pan.

    With the sound of frying, Xia Yu rolled the beef pieces, making each side of the beef a beautiful dark brown.

    When it comes to dark brown, it means you can make a pot.

    Temporarily put the fried beef pieces aside, Xia Yu reached out to the kitchen counter next to him, "Chopped carrots and big onions!"

    A young chef helped to hand the basket.

    There is still some oil left in the wok, so there is no need to refuel. The basket is skewed. At the same time, the carrots and the big onions are thrown into the pot and stir-fried. They are also too cooked. When the side of the side dish is put on a layer of golden oily coat. When you can, you can go out.

    Xia Yu pours carrots and large onions into the prepared cast iron saucepan, followed by dark brown beef, adding salt and black pepper. The specific dose depends on the chef's grasp.

    Two helpers widened their eyes.

    "Hey, he put salt and pepper like this, is it really okay?" A chef who saw Xia Yuxin's hand was stunned.

    "I don't think it's okay!" His companion looked at Xia Yu's busy back, but he was admired and envious. "He is a student of Yuanyue? It really is a talented person..." I

    thought of learning a few Years of cooking, or a helping kitchen, can not be independent, the young man lowered his head, holding a fist and a face of dissatisfaction.

    After salt and pepper, it is an important process.

    flour!

    Xia Yu grabbed a handful of flour and carefully sprinkled it on the beef and ingredients in the pot, forming a white coat to lock the moisture of the beef and increase the consistency of the soup.

    No need to use flour, just sprinkle a layer, then stir.

    The "drip"

    oven has been preheated to about 230 degrees. The cast iron pan is uncovered, placed in the oven for 4 minutes, then removed, then sprinkled with flour and baked for 4 minutes.

    The second time I took out the cast iron pot from the oven, a rich scent filled the kitchen.

    But the food is not finished yet.

    Various ingredients, parsley, crushed fragrant leaves, thyme...

    Finally pour red wine, drown the majority of the beef, add less boiled water, then put the cast iron pot on the gas stove and start to boil.

Waking up in the world of MHA (My Hero Academia).
But it is not like those fan-fic that I read in which the MC is the same age as the protagonist.

He is 3 years older than Midoriya Izuku.
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"Shit, I don't know who sent me here but at least because you didn't give me Izuku's age"

"And why I keep hearing a damn sound in my head"
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Well this is my first fan-fic I hope you like it

The treaty of bringing together the worlds of
BHNA --- boku no hero academia
SNS --- shokugueki no soma
Kenichi the most powerful disciple
As the story progresses I will try to integrate more.

Anthony:"Ugh, how long was I out?"

System:User was unconscious for 8 hours, 15 minutes, and 6 seconds.

Getting up off the floor, I look out the window to see that the sun wasn't up yet.

Anthony:"What time is it?"

System:It is 5:11 AM.

Anthony:"Open the water bundle, I'm going back to sleep after it" saying that, I walk over to my bed and lie down on it.

System:Opening Random Water Bundle... Fish Bundle:
1)[Scales]:User's Skin will be covered by scales that increase User's defense and allowing User to handle underwater pressure as low as the twilight zone. (Sunlit to twilight to midnight zone)
2)[Gills]:User will have hills on both sides of User's abdomen, which allow User to breath in water.
3)[Eyelids]:User will have a thin layer of tissue under the User's eyes that allow for almost clear sight in water.

Anthony:"Obviously not selecting option 1 and I'm in an anime so I can probably see underwater, Leaving waterbreathing. Remember to wake up at 6:30 and let me go to sleep please" going to sleep, Anthony didn't hear the System's notification.

System:Complying to User's commands...

System:Putting User into Stasis Mode.

System:Numbing all of User's senses.

System:Setting notification for 6:30 AM.

System:Ding! User has selected [Gills]

...

System:Ding! User's It's 6.30 AM!

System:Ding! User's It's 6.30 AM!

System:Ding! User's It's 6.30 AM!...

Walking up, I hear the sound of the alarm you put on the system. Turning off the System's Alarms, I Use the map; I see that nurse Joy has also woken up while Misty is still asleep.

Getting out of bed, I wash up before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone.  I decide to make pancakes with a side of bacon.

Preheating oven to 200 degrees and getting a baking sheet ready, to keep cooked pancakes warm in the oven.

Using a large bowl, I whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt before setting it aside.

In another bowl, I whisk together Miltank milk, Sunflora oil, and Torchic egg. Adding the dry ingredients to milk mixture, I whisked until just moistened (do not overmix; a few small lumps are fine).

Heating a large steelix skillet, I fold a sheet of paper towel in half, and moisten with the Sunflora oil; carefully rub skillet with oiled paper towel.

For each pancake, I used spoon 2 to 3 tablespoons of batter onto skillet, using the back of the spoon to spread batter into a round.

CookIng until surface of pancakes have some bubbles and a few have burst, (1 to 2 minutes). Fliping carefully with a thin spatula, and cooking until browned on the underside (1 to 2 minutes more) before transferring the pancake to the baking sheet and covering them loosely with aluminum foil, and keep warm in oven.

After washing the skillet, I preheat it again before adding Sunflora oil. Taking the slice strips of Tepid I already took out of the fridge, I slowly add them one by one to the skillet.

Flipping them over after a minute before letting them fry again and putting them on a plate with tongs also made from Steelix.

Repeatedly making more bacon, I see nurse Joy wake into the kitchen. Anthony:"Good morning. How was your sleep nurse Joy?"

Nurse Joy:"Great I guess, I must have been since I slept walk to the restroom. But enough about that, I see you made breakfast"

Anthony:"Yeahhh, can you set up the table?"

Nurse Joy:"Sure thing, I'll get right on that"

...

Cleaning up the kitchen with nurse Joy before eating, I almost got horny thinking about sucking nurse Joy's breast while looking at the Miltank carton.

Anthony(Mind):"I would be nice if nurse Joy could produce milk; I would make her nurse me almost all the time"

System:User can purchase [Miltank Syringe] to achieve User's desire.

Anthony(Mind):"What is Miltank syringe?"

[Miltank Syringe]:Using biotechnology, this syringe contains the genes from a Miltank and other chemical in which can be injected into a human's breast too permanently increase size and produce milk.

Anthony(Mind):"Is there more items like this?"

System:Yes

Anthony(Mind):"Note to self, look at other syringes and items in the System's Store"

After Cleaning up the kitchen, nurse Joy woke up Misty before eating breakfast; enjoying the pancakes with Beedrill honey or Combee honey.

"Wahahaha! We're rich!"

"I swear, I feel like this happened before."

Leonard guffaws while Linda thinks back why the situation seems familiar. Among them, a pile of carcasses of the crystal stags lies dead upon the previous untrodden snow. Their crystal horns having been harvested carefully to not accidentally shatter or damage them. Leonard had already accidentally chipped off a piece when he roughly handled them. While the two were out hunting for crystal stags, Dianne went around the nearby area and blindly searched through the snow for any rune gemstones. Her hopes were high but they became dashed as she came back with none at all. In her bags were plenty of plants that were useful for those in the profession of alchemy.

"I wasn't able to find more rune gemstones but I did manage to gather some of the other things."

"You weren't able to find any huh?" Leonard feeling a bit down. "Guess it ain't that easy to find those things."

"Kind of doubted we would find anything else," Linda replied. "We wouldn't be that lucky."

After looking over their prizes, all three of them proceeded to harvest the carcasses of the crystal stags. With a knife, Leonard begins the process of skinning the crystal stags. After that, Linda took care of butchering and portioning the meat and some of the organs. She took the liver, heart, and intestines of the crystal stag. Though their meat had some gaminess, the crystal stags nevertheless taste quite delicious. With the unique environment of the dungeon, the crystal stags were able to live fairly stress-free lives and with the abundance of food, they grew quite fat. Their meat had beautiful marbling and if Evelyn were to take a look, she would be reminded of Wagyu or Kobe beef. 

They put most of the meat into a separate wooden crate that they made with the wood found within the dungeon. To their initial surprise, Dianne found out that the pinewoods that are found sparsely in the dungeon are also quite rare. They were known as Frostwood Pines and the wood processed from them would often cool down its surroundings. They are popular building material for the wealthy merchants and nobles as they would make the summer heat more bearable. By putting the meat inside a crate made from Frostwood Pines, they would keep it from spoiling as easily. With the other portion of the meat, they brought out their cast iron skillet.

With tinder and wood, they got a campfire going. Placing a few stones around it, they position their cast iron skillet above the fire. Dicing up the meat that they set aside, they lightly salt it and placed it into the skillet. Dianne being the cook, she made sure to sear each side of the meat to heighten its flavor. Plating them onto three plates, they each eat the bite-sized piece of crystal stag.

Each with a smile on their faces as they chew the delectable piece of marbled meat. Even with just a dash of salt, it is quite literally the most delicious meal they have ever eaten.

"It's sooo delicious!" Linda exclaims. "It's so tender and tasty, I've never eaten anything like it!"

"Mmmm! Oh! Mmgh." Leonard responds, having difficulty with the amount of food inside his mouth.

"I agree, it's delicious!" Dianne nods. "This is also a nice discovery. After we wheel it back to the capital, we can get a better price for it."

"I would want it for myself instead," Leonard speaks after swallowing. "It would be a waste to sell it and not eat it for ourselves."

"Don't think we would be able to eat that much meat by ourselves." Linda turns to the wooden crates. "Plus we're still going to be here for the rest of the week. We're going to have more than what we can eat you know?"

"That's true, I guess." Leonard agrees. "But the problem is, how're we going to haul it back to the capital?"

"In just one day, we've already gotten this much. Just imagine at the end of the week."

They had rented a small wagon and horse to draw it to where the dungeon is at. They had expected to bring some things back in more quantities than last time. Now, it seems that the horse-drawn wagon is going to be insufficient for the trip back. Unless they limit themselves, they would be unable to bring everything back with them.

"You think she could help us?"

"You mean Evelyn? Maybe?"

"It won't hurt asking, so we can ask her when we see her again later in the week."

After their initial meeting, they gave out information as best as they could. Evelyn asked for rudimentary knowledge. It included history, culture, locations, cities and so forth. Everything she asked almost eighty percent of people around the area would be able to answer. After that, she wanted to see samples of literature and of their writing system. Seeing as she was illiterate, Dianne had taught her the basic letters along with sentence and grammar structure. After that, they promptly left her to her own devices and slowly explored the dungeon. They did not think to return until they had their fill of hunting and finding hidden treasures amongst the vast white that covered the ground.

"Alright, I guess it's time to turn in for the day."

Leonard brings out their equipment. Three heavily padded sleeping bags along with tent-pitching tools. With both Dianne and Linda's help, they were able to quickly prop up two tents.

"I'll keep the watch first, you guys can go to sleep."

"Alright then. We'll see you in a bit."

With Leonard on the duty of keeping watch, the two women went inside and laid down to sleep. They were quite exhausted from the whole activities from hunting, gathering and also from butchering the crystal stags. It was not long until two soft breathing could be heard from the inside of the women's tent.

"With them asleep, I'll cook myself up some more meat."

Leonard snickers to himself as he made his way towards the wooden crates. He takes out a portion and swiftly dicing it into small chunks. He then proceeds to crudely cook them. The time passes with him slowly cooking, savoring the tasty crystal stag meat, and watching the false night sky above.

Having died in his previous life, Evelyn finds himself in another world. He also finds out that he has transitioned from a boy to a girl.

A message and a gift from an unknown sender; he becomes a dungeon lord. Often detached from the realities around him, he readily accepts it.

Creating a dungeon for himself and only himself. Though solitude is what he often seeks, quite the opposite is what happens and what he really needs.

Ever since Mag had opened his restaurant, he had truly been made to comprehend what it meant for people working in the same occupation to be enemies. 
As such, he wasn't fazed by the antagonistic eyes cast toward him at all. It didn't take a genius to know how much rage and resentment would be boiling in the hearts of these chefs.
None of that mattered to him anyway. He was a man who could see the bigger picture, and he certainly wasn't going to pay any heed to these ignorant chefs.
The butler who had led Mag to the kitchen smiled, and said, "Mr. Mag, here are all of the things that you asked for, as well as all of the ingredients that you requested. If you need anything else, feel free to tell me." 
Mag carefully examined the items on the cooking bench to verify that everything he had requested was ready, and he nodded as he said, "That should be all for now. Thanks for your hard work."
There was no such thing as a gas stove in this world, but Beate had displayed his intelligence to the world by devising a magic stove that derived its heat from a magic formation. The stove was able to provide consistent flame temperature, and the heat was easily adjustable.
All of the chefs in the second prince's manor were naturally using this type of magic stove, while Mag had bought one off the streets, and had taken a long while to grow accustomed to using it.
Prior to coming here, Mag had asked the system to convert the oven into a magic oven as opposed to having to rely on electricity. There was clearly no reliable source of electricity here in Rodu, so that would've been a major problem.
Mag asked Amy to take a seat on a little stool nearby while she ate her biscuits. He then pulled out an apron and chef's hat from one of the bags on the cooking bench before putting them on. 
"Is that the chef that His Highness sourced from Chaos City? He's so young; is he even able to cook anything good?"
"The chefs of Chaos City can't compare to the chefs in Rodu. If you ask me, any of the chefs in this kitchen is a far better chef than him."
"He's not that old, but he sure is a cocky little brat. Look at all the stuff he asked the servants to prepare; is he looking down on the kitchenware in our manor?"
The chefs weren't saying anything, yet the sous-chefs and student chefs were all discussing spiritedly among themselves.
Mag merely smiled upon hearing these barbed words. These were the most elementary playground insults, and they certainly weren't going to hurt him. Instead, he was struck by the urge to laugh.
Most of the chefs in the kitchen were already middle-aged men, so they weren't as eager to air their views as the young sous-chefs and student chefs were, but many of them were looking at Mag with disdain in their eyes. The most renowned chef in Chaos City, Head Chef Beate of Ducas Restaurant, had studied cooking in Rodu.
Of course, they would be able to tell whether Mag was the real deal once he began cooking. They were all esteemed chefs, and had to maintain their poise and dignity. Otherwise, if they were to also deliver verbal insults toward Mag, they would be stooping to the level of the student chefs.
However, they were going to air their opinions once Mag's dishes were ready, and they were going to thoroughly enjoy stomping him into the ground during that process.
Mag pulled out his condiments one by one and placed them in the positions that he was accustomed to. He then reached into the water tank beside him, and pulled out a kirin carp that was still swimming about energetically.
He knocked the fish unconscious with the hilt of his blade, and proceeded to remove its scales with a long and thin knife. He then sliced several gashes into the fish's body, pulling out some small fishbones in the process. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, a small pile of tiny fishbones had accumulated on the cooking bench.
A portly chef turned to his student with a derisive sneer, and said, "Heh, do you all see that? That's the worst way to prepare a kirin carp. The scales of the kirin carp are the most delicious parts of its body, and it's what makes the kirin carp so beautiful. Not only has he removed all of the fish's scales, he's also sliced so many unsightly gashes into the fish's body. The entire fish is going to fall apart during the cooking process, and the end result will not only be hideous, but also very unpleasant to eat."
As he was the chef that was the most proficient at cooking fish in this entire kitchen, Matthew's evaluation was naturally regarded to be correct, and all of the student chefs immediately began to suck up to him.
"So you're saying the rank fish scales are the most delicious part of a fish; no wonder you can't cook a good fish." Mag placed the cleaned fish into the marinating condiments before pursing his lips as he scoffed, "The most rank part of a kirin carp's body is its scales. Furthermore, they seal off the flesh of the fish, preventing other flavors from seeping in while trapping the rank odor, making the fish completely bland and tasteless aside from an overwhelming rank flavor. As for the cuts I'm making in the fish, this is to let in more flavor as well as to remove the fishbones. There's no point in telling you this, though; it's a technical skill that not everyone can master."
Mag's voice wasn't very loud, but the entire kitchen immediately fell silent. Contemplative expressions appeared on the faces of the chefs, while the student chefs were trying to gauge the chefs' reactions before saying anything, in fear of saying something wrong if they were to speak too soon.
Matthew's face immediately became flushed with rage and humiliation. He didn't think that Mag would dare to rebut him in front of so many people. He pointed a trembling finger at Mag, and retorted, "T-that's nonsense! I've cooked fish for over three decades! When I first started cooking fish, you were still in your diapers! Do you think I have less experience than a brat like you?"
"Perseverance and dedication are indeed qualities worthy of respect. Stubbornly following the wrong path for over 30 years is also very much commendable." Mag nodded with a smile.
"You… You…" Matthew was trembling with rage, but he couldn't find a counter to Mag's insult. In the end, he swept his hand through the air with clenched teeth, and spat, "You've got a very sharp tongue; let's see if you can back up that big mouth of yours!"
Mag wasn't someone who would allow others to push him around. The fat chef looked as if he wanted to kill Mag, but he couldn't do anything, and Mag was feeling very content upon seeing this.
He felt as if his sharp tongue from his past life was awakening from its dormancy again.
During the fish marination process, Mag prepared the ingredients for both the steak and the braised chicken. When he opened that bottle of wine, Mag could clearly sense that the eyes of everyone in the kitchen had lit up.
The fish was being grilled in the oven, the chicken was being braised in a pot, and the steak was being seared in a pan. Mag was cooking three dishes at the same time.
The aromas of beef and red wine wafted throughout the kitchen along with the scent of the braised chicken that was escaping from the pot. Only the aroma of the fish had been completely sealed off by the oven.
However, everyone had already fallen silent.
Nothing could make people eat their words more effectively than actions. All of the people in this kitchen were either chefs or aspiring to become chefs. They had all been cooking for a long time, yet they had never encountered a dish that was making it difficult for them to repress their drool, making them want to inhale its aroma with all their might.
However, Mag had managed to achieve this.
"It smells so good! I've never smelled such a fragrant dish. Both the chicken and the beef smell simply extraordinary," a student chef couldn't help but praise, and everyone nodded in agreement with this sentiment. Many of them were unconsciously getting up on the tips of their toes, trying to catch a glimpse of what Mag was putting into his pot and pan to create such an alluring aroma.
"Hmph, even if he can cook a good beef dish and chicken dish, his fish may not be on par," Matthew harrumphed coldly, but his fists were already clenched with anxiety.
"Ding!"
A crisp notification sound rang out from the oven, and Mag plated the steak before opening the door of the oven.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Di!
At this time, the oven was preheated to 160 degrees, and the red wine and water in the cast iron pot were also boiled. Xia Yu covered the hot pot's edge with a cloth and put the pot into the oven.
Closing the oven door, he set the time to 30 minutes. Xia Yu turned to the kitchen table and left two kitchen hands looking at each other. Head Chef Kasumigaoka could not believe the baking time.
"30 minutes?"
"No way! Just now we carried out all the routine steps. I haven't seen what secret processing he had done to beef. How can we get it out in 30 minutes? If it is a normal oven, it has to wait one to two hours."
Chef Kasumigaoka listened to the whispers of the two kitchen hands and frowned deeply.
What was the difference?
He rested his chin on his hands. From the beginning of cutting beef to the final oven step, thinking back and forth, his brain finally flashed, and his heart lost his voice. "Wouldn't it be... Something different on knife skills?" 
How could outsiders imagine? Xia Yu was busy with his back to them.
Xia Yu turned his back to them and took care of the cooking regardless of what the outsiders imagined.
He continued to fry the mushroom slices with the melted yellow oil in the wok.
Half an hour passed quickly. With the sound of ding, the oven timer reminded him. Xia Yu turned around and took out the cast iron pan from the oven. He poured all the soup into the pan and used a spoon to skim off a layer of foam and grease on the surface of the soup.
This was a degreasing step. If the taste were heavier, you could continue to add salt and pepper after degreasing.
The poured soup should be heated and boiled. Xia Yu poured it back into the cast iron pan and added the fried mushroom slices, then continued to cook on the gas stove.
In fact, many western restaurants would stop cooking boeuf bourguignon at this step and put the lid on. They would put it in the refrigerator to prepare for tomorrow.
In other words, it was to leave the dishes that would be completed until tomorrow, and when the guests ordered, they could be served on the table after a little heating.
If there was no special treatment, it took an average of 4 hours to cook boeuf bourguignon. Which restaurant's guests would be so patient?
Boom, boom…
The silver kitchen knife leapt on the chopping board. Xia Yu finally grabbed the chopped parsley and sprinkled it on the cooking surface of the plate so that the boeuf bougignon with all kinds of flavours was completed.
"Let's serve."
Xia Yu took off his apron and kitchen hat and told the two kitchen hands.
The scent of dishes has been utterly fragrant during the display, and the whole kitchen had a strong smell of beef.
Their adam's apple rolled.
The two kitchen hands sniffed the air and suddenly found themselves hungry. Their stomach acid secreted sharply.
Xia Yu glimpsed two kitchen hands drooling. They could not walk in front of the kitchen counter. Xia Yu laughed while washing his hands. "There is a little left in the pot that the plate can't fit. You can try my craft."
"Is it okay?" The two kitchen hands' eyes brightened.
"If you don't want it, I'll eat. I have a big appetite. There's never too much..."
"No!" 
A kitchen hand quickly found forks and gave it to his companion. The two of them surrounded the cast iron pan on the kitchen counter and sniffed at the close-up of the cooking flavour in the pan. Their eyes showed their hunger.
Chi!
Using the silver fork, with a slight prick, it penetrated one of the beef slices.
A small piece of beef collapsed on the surface, and a stream of broth seemed to find a vent. The hole pierced by the fork quickly overflowed. 
"It's so soft... Why is there so much soup in the beef? The beef was fried and roasted. Why is the elasticity so amazing...?"
Head Chef Kasumigaoka was next to Xia Yu. His eyes narrowed.
As soon as the beef entered their mouths, the facial expressions of the two kitchen hands changed from the initial shock to the happiness of tasting something delicious, and finally a kind of piety looking up to the holy mountain.
Appetite also occupied his heart for a while. Head Chef Kasumigaoka found a knife and fork, carefully cutting a corner of beef, and slowly put it in his mouth.
The rich flavour of meat suddenly spread out at the tip of the tongue.
Then, another sweet smell of red wine spread all over his mouth.
The first feeling in the mouth was amazing. Head Chef Kasumigaoka tasted it carefully for a while before he bit down gently. He chewed the beef in his mouth. The richer flavour made him wonder and swallow the meat.
Grunt.
After swallowing, the enjoyment of Chef Kasumigaoka's face turned into shock.
The body was warm and mellow, fluttering, and immortal.
Why did people feel full of happiness just by taking a sip?
...
Starlight Revolving Western Restaurant.
Three male diners yelled impatiently at the table.
"It's almost been an hour. Where is our boeuf bourguignon?" The bald diner rolled up his suit sleeve and looked at his watch. He kept shouting, "Letting the guests wait for so long, this is your restaurant service? Bad review!"
Two Chinese girls sat silently.
"The food hooligan is really disgusting."
The lovely female tourist with a round face posted a vomiting Weibo and secretly took a photo upload and wrote: "It's really a disappointment. Today, I met a legendary gourmet wandering in Ameyoko, Tokyo, Nihon. The head chef of the restaurant was too tender and almost got caught, but I also met an interesting young guy."
She attached a smiley expression in the last statement.
"It's time to eat!"
Her companion suddenly pulled her sleeve. The female tourist quickly put away her cell phone. Her hands were holding her round face with a very expectant expression.
The kitchen hands and waiters placed six white round porcelain plates filled with beef stew, side dishes and soup on two tables. Three servings here and three servings there.
As soon as the dishes were served, the eyes of the two female tourists were attracted.
"Presentation and dishes are perfect!" The round-faced female tourist could not wait to pick up the knife and fork and cut the corner of beef for eating. This was the first bite.
"It's so soft and tastes great! I've never eaten such a soft beef. How did they do it?!"
After swallowing the beef, the round-faced female tourist turned her head to stare at the two kitchen hands.
"Moreover, after the beef was stir-fried and stewed, the meat quality did not change. On the contrary, it is very delicate, smooth, and overflowing with the soup. That feeling, I was almost immortal..."
The female tourist spoke excitedly, and her eyes were bright, but she suddenly remembered that this was a Japanese restaurant, and two kitchen hands who could not understand Chinese stood there awkwardly. 
A young chef spoke in English with a strong accent. He slowed down and said, "Sorry, ma'am, this is not the work of our Chef Kasumigaoka."
Both female tourists understood.
"...Is it that little brother just now?" Both of them had tasted this western food and looked at each other with incredulous faces.
Not long ago, they tasted the boeuf bourguignon of Chef Kasumigaoka. The dish was indeed good, and it was considered to be above the medium level in many western restaurants.
But when they tasted the boeuf bourguignon this time, and then went back and thought about the taste of the dish in front… This one was clearly better.
More cruelly, the taste of both was not on the same level.


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

Seo Ha-ran returned home on the weekend. She ran over without gloves, so her hands were red. Every time she opened her mouth, a white plume of steamy breath billowed out.

She opened the front door and trembled,

"Tae-hyuk, s-sorry. Is Noona late? Are you hungry? I'll cook you delicious food at once!"

Ha-ran took off her coat and ran to the kitchen, but there was an unexpected scene awaiting her. Her younger brother was cooking in the kitchen.

"Eh? Noona came? It's cold out, so sit down and rest. You've been studying for a long time so I will prepare dinner tonight."

"Oh my…"

An apron-clad Tae-hyuk carried food to the table. At first glance, there were many things that looked delicious.

Ha-ran looked at Tae-hyuk with an impressed expression.

"It will only take another 10 minutes. Before that, warm up your body. There is hot water in the bathroom."

"Yes, yes. I came home. My Tae-hyuk is all grown up."

"Aigoo. Ms. Go in and wash your body."

Ha-ran picked clothes from her room and entered the bathroom. The hot water came out, even in the winter.

In their old room in the basement, the boiler would be frozen, if it was only slightly cold outside. In the end, she had to boil water with a portable burner for her younger brothers and clean with lukewarm water. She also had a brief shower with freezing cold water. It was cold enough in winter to make her stunned.

Her eyes turned red as she remembered those times. A smile came to her face as she bathed in warm water.

"Now, shall I see how good my little brother is?"

There were a variety of dishes on the table, such as steak and salad. There were also California rolls that looked appetizing. They were all Ha-ran's favorite foods. However, these things were expensive and not easily eaten.

"W-Wah. Tae-hyuk prepared all of this?"

"In fact, a friend helped me."

"Girlfriend?"

"No, we just study together."

"Ahum. I see. You should bring some back for them."

In fact, An Eun-young had prepared most of these dishes. Tae-hyuk only cut the cabbage, roasted the meat in the oven, and placed it in bowls.

"I don't know if this will suit Chef Seo Ha-ran, but let's eat."

"Yes. But I can't eat so much."

"I will wrap the leftovers and give it to Tae-min."

"Tae-min still hasn't finished?"

"He won't be done until 10 p.m."

Tae-hyuk and Ha-ran chatted as they started to eat.

Ha-ran sliced the steak and was pleasantly surprised. The knife smoothly sunk into the meat, as if she was cutting through tofu. She could feel that the meat was of the finest quality. The red flesh and white fat layer were in perfect harmony. The steak looked so delicious that saliva filled her mouth.

Ha-ran asked gently.

"This seems very expensive…"


 

Tae-hyuk didn't slice the meat. He just tore it with his mouth and spoke while chewing.

"Ah, the local butcher store was having a sale. It wasn't that expensive so feel free to eat.

Of course, it was an absolute lie.

The identity of the meat was Kobe beef, one of the top three wagyu in Japan. It was also the most expensive Chateau brand. It was a dish that boasted a price of over 100,000 won per person, even if it was just the cheap lunch menu.

Ha-ran cut it into small pieces and raised it to her mouth without knowing it was such an expensive meat.

"W-Wah… So delicious…!"

The rich juices ran down her chin as Ha-ran started to energetically eat the steak.

Next, her fork headed towards the salmon salad. Ha-ran was baffled. There were unidentified black things sprinkled into the salad. When she looked closely, they seemed to be fish eggs.

"Huh? What type of fish egg is that?"

"I got it in a 1+1 sale at the mart. It is delicious when eaten with salmon."

"I see."

She didn't know that the fish eggs were caviar, one of the three great delicacies that caught the taste of gourmets all around the world. Just seven ounces of it were sold for an exorbitant price of over $500. That precious food was now being eaten with salmon salad.

"Although it is a little salty… It is unbelievably delicious, and completely changes the flavor of the salmon."

Ha-ran made a sound of admiration with every bite of food.

"It is okay. There is still a lot left so we can eat it with some rice tomorrow morning."

"These ingredients seem expensive…"

"Aish. They are cheap."

Ha-ran's eyes narrowed and she sent him a suspicious glance. Tae-hyuk just smiled like he didn't know anything. It had been a long time since he last met his sister, so he wanted to give her the best foods. The two people faced each other and smiled brightly.

"At any rate, Noona can just study hard and not worry about money."

"That sounds like something I used to say."

Ha-ran twisted her brother's face.

Tae-hyuk once again swore to himself after seeing his sister smiling so brightly. He wouldn't make his sister unhappy unlike the previous life.

This was the only favor that Tae-hyuk could do for her.

"Ah right. Kang-suk hyung says to expect a date. He is preparing."

"Omo. Kang-suk?"

"Yes. I'm sure it will be the best date."

Ha-ran blinked.

She didn't show it on the outside, but it seemed like she was expected a lot.

'The concept of this date isn't Beauty and the Beast, but Cinderella…! The problem is whether Kang-suk hyung can do this properly. If it was Beauty and the Beast then he could do well as the beast.'

The actors were ready, but he was worried about how well Cho Kang-suk could do.

@

At the same time.

In the base of the Nuclear Bomb, the second ranked Kang Han-seong stared at his juniors with cold eyes.

"Hyung-nim helped you… It wasn't for you to look like this."

His position in the circle wasn't low. Rather, his charisma and strong power made him one of the high ranking members. The only thing he was lacking in was his amount of contacts.

Therefore, Kang Han-seong desperately tried to increase the number of his followers. If he added just five more people, then he could become a captain of Nuclear Bomb. He had no intention of being underneath someone in a gang. He planned to grow it as much as possible and turn it into an organization.

Of course, he would do his job, but once he was recognized, he would be able to relax from a high position. The juniors he gathered were his footholds to success.

But what were these pathetic brats? In order to join the group, they had to be able to take money and then hand the money over. They roamed around this area for that reason.

"So… You were beaten up by one person?"

Kang Han-seong caught the eye of a nearby junior, who had one arm in a cast. He couldn't go to the toilet alone.

The sight was enough to make Kang Han-seong sigh.

His juniors bowed their heads.

"I-I'm really sorry. I-If that bastard didn't have the iron pipe then… He is a cowardly bastard."

Kang Han-seong struck the cheek of his pathetic junior.

"Keok!"

"Hey, you jerk. Is that something to be proud of? Aigoo. I can't believe I invested in scum like this…"

"H-Hyung-nim!"

The juniors clung to Kang Han-seong and bowed. No matter how pathetic, they were still people who followed him. In the end, Kang Han-seong's heart weakened.

"I understand, you brats. This strong Kang Han-seong will solve it."

"T-Thank you. I swear allegiance to Hyung-nim."

"I'm getting goosebumps. Stop before you make me sick. Yes, he was wearing the uniform of A High School?"

"Yes, that's right. It is a school in the area. I am sure he goes to that school."

"Hrmm."

A High School was a famous school nearby, not necessarily as a prestigious school, but for the second generation of good families attending it. Therefore, it had an ambiguous position.

In the end, their money entered the wallets of this gang. However, if the school had a good fighter, then he should check it out. Once they met, Kang Han-seong would see about bringing him into Nuclear Bomb. Even if he did have an iron pipe, he had fought four people alone.

"He might not be a good guy. So let's act in moderation and go to A High School."

"H-Hyung-nim, then we…'

"Shit. I'm not your mother. Handle this yourself. Wipe your feet and go home and sleep."

"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Hyung-nim."

Kang Han-seong sighed and started to investigate A High School.

@

-Oh, it must be Seo Tae-hyuk. But he isn't 1st in the school. He did a test a while ago and was ranked 2nd.

–Ah, is that so? Then who is 1st?

–That… An Eun-young. She is completely crazy (about studying).

–Hah. That female is good (at fighting)? [TL: the words in brackets are implied but aren't actually said.]

-Completely brilliant. Seo Tae-hyuk is her apprentice. He can't even compete with An Eun-young.

"..."

"…H-Hyung-nim! I-I'm really sorry. It really was like this."

Kang Han-seong glared at his henchmen.

"There is someone bigger than him? In addition, a woman?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Huhu, I see. I guess I have to believe what you are saying. What type of person is she?"

"I-I don't know."

Kang Han-seong imagined Arnold Schwarzenegger with long hair. At that moment, his palms became damp.

"Ah, I guess I should take a look for myself."

It seemed like it would become a mess if he left the job to his henchmen. In the end, Kang Han-seong decided to go himself.

"So, where is that person called Tae-hyuk now?"

"T-That…"

A henchman stuttered. He was hesitant about something.

Kang Han-seong muttered with annoyance.

"I told you to know for sure!"

"Ah, no. I know."

"Really? Where?"

"I heard he is at a restaurant cafe in the suburbs right now."

It was a restaurant popular with couples.

Kang Han-seong was currently sitting in a factory where the heat wasn't working properly and he was surrounded with the smell of stinky men.

What, a date?

Kang Han-seong's lips twitched. The suburbs were usually deserted, and thus, it wouldn't be a problem if he wanted to beat someone up.

"He is playing very wildly on Christmas Eve. Are 10 people available right now? We have to take care of that bastard, even if we get in trouble."

Kang Han-seong chuckled.

They were still minors, so they wouldn't be punished properly, even if they damaged the restaurant. The laws protected them.

Then he would punish that bastard who ridiculed four of his men.

"It is me. Gather immediately. From now on, we will start a war."

Kang Han-seong mobilized all the strong people.

@

"H-How is it?"

Kang-suk asked nervously as he gazed at the suit that was tailored to his body.

Tae-hyuk raised a thumb.

"Wah… You look really cool. It is like a drama."

The custom made Oxford suit with a expensive price of three million won transformed the bear.

"Really? But this clings to my body too much. If a criminal suddenly appeared…"

"Aigoo. Kang-suk hyung! You should only think about dating today!"

"I understand."

Cho Kang-suk smiled as he placed a handkerchief in his pocket.

"At any rate, the booked limousine will soon come. Then you will go pick up Noona."

"T-Tae-hyuk…"

Kang-suk's eyes turned red.

He thought of the bleak days where he just caught criminals. He never once had a date, yet Tae-hyuk had prepared everything perfectly.

He really was the best brother. Tae-hyuk prepared everything: His clothes, his transportation, and even his reservation at the restaurant. He made Kang-suk practice all of the scripts until he memorized them completely.

"Hyung. I'll be watching from afar. Don't tremble. Have a good time with Noona."

The two men gazed at each other warmly. Soon, a gorgeous limo arrived in front of them. Now he would go and meet the princess.

Tae-hyuk smiled as Kang-suk went to pick up Ha-ran.

"Nevertheless, doesn't a prince need a villain?"

Tae-hyuk knew that the gang he just met were looking for him so he had deliberately leaked information and even bribed people to spread rumors for the past three days. In the end, there was going to be a fight today. Indeed, Kang-suk was the best when catching criminals. Furthermore, what if he fought to defend the princess?

A wonderful scene from a fairy tale would come out. The actors were gathering without knowing they were being used.

"Then it will be the best date."

Seo Tae Hyuk, jailed after being falsely accused. He will be executed without being able to prove his innocence. When he opens his eyes, it’s 15 years in the past?

All credits go to the original creator Han Yeoul
and the team who collaborated to make this book


P.S. This book was made so that you can read it offline, so don't start beef with me over trivial things.

Strolling arm in arm with Mekhi through the supermarket feels like a scene from one of my romance novels. We decide to make chicken, macaroni and cheese, broccoli, cornbread, garden salad, and brownies and ice cream for dessert. We select our ingredients carefully while chatting about our day before going to check out. While waiting in line, I grill Mekhi about his mother, her likes, dislikes, and favorite things. He answers all of my questions patiently and with a reassuring smile. He pays for our groceries reminding me that we are going to his house and that I'll be buying groceries for my own home soon enough. After we place the bags in the car we finally head to his house.

"Do you have any more questions love," Mekhi asks as we drive to his house.

"So what do you think I should get your mother for a gift," I ask him.

"Whatever you want. She will be fine with whatever you get her," he says and I roll my eyes to the heavens.

"I'll just figure it out when we're out tomorrow," I say to him.

"That's fine baby. You don't need to overthink it," he says with a chuckle.

"That's easy for you to say, you already met my parents," I say with a huff.

"Why are you so nervous? The worst that can happen is that she not like you, not that I think that will be the case, but even if it is…it does not matter to me whether she likes you or not. It's really a matter of whether I like you," he says placing a hand on my knee giving it a squeeze.

"I don't know, honestly the last time I went to meet someone's parents was so long ago that I barely remember it. I guess I'm afraid of being rejected," I say honestly.

"I don't know how to comfort you  other than telling you that everything is going to be okay regardless of the outcome of tomorrow's meeting," he says placating me.

"Okay, I'm counting on you to look after me then," I say with a smile attempting to keep my nerves at bay.

"I'll always do that to the best of my abilities," he says with a smile relaxing.

"Glad to hear it," I say and we continue the drive to his house chatting happily.

When we get to his building we overload ourselves with bags from groceries and school as well as my overnight bag. Together we get the groceries put away, then we head upstairs to get my bag stowed away. After fussing for a few minutes my belongings are spread around his room in various ways looking as if I live here. We then head back to the kitchen to wash our hands and prepare dinner.

"How do you want to cook the chicken? Baked, fried, sautéed, grilled," I ask him as I put a pot of water on for macaroni.

"Let's have it fried," he says taking out a variety of seasonings, flour, and bowls.

"Okay," I say heaving the cast iron skillet to the burner I want to use and pouring a satisfactory amount of oil into it before turning the burner on.

"I'll make the salad," he offers.

"Yes, you're perfect for the job," I say biting my lip to stifle my laugh.

"It's within my capabilities of course," he says sarcastically with a shrug.

"Sure, I'll prep the chicken while you are doing that," I say and begin seasoning the chicken that he had sitting in a buttermilk bath.

"Yes ma'am," he says and we begin doing our separate tasks.

"Okay, I have the first batch in," I say proudly washing my hands.

"I'm finished with the salad. I'll start the macaroni," he says putting the salad into the refrigerator. 

"I'll start the brownies then," I say preheating the oven and gathering the ingredients for the brownies.

"Yes love," he says pouring a little salt and oil into the macaroni water.

"When did you learn to cook," I ask him while mixing everything together.

"It was around the time I went to live with my aunt. In my mind in order to be an independent person one had to be capable of doing everything for himself. So I watched and learned from her how to cook and properly clean a house. When I go home there are people who cook and clean and move at my every whim. There's always someone doing something for me you know," he says looking at me as he stirs the noodles.

"Yeah, I can understand," I say pondering his words.

"And now, knowing how to cook allows me to be able to do this with you and we're able to bond over it. Even if you didn't know how to cook I know my way around the kitchen well enough that we won't starve together," he says with a chuckle.

"That's true. It's a skill everyone should have, eating out all the time isn't healthy," I say chuckling with him.

"Besides I'm a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself," he says wiggling his eyebrows causing me to laugh harder.

"Of course, my man is very capable. Watching you move around the kitchen makes you so much more attractive," I say biting my lip stifling my giggles.

"In that case, I'm cooking for you at every chance I get," he says grinning like a fool.

We continue cooking in sync with one another moving around his kitchen until everything is finished. We then make our plates, bless our food, and begin eating. At first we're silent because we're enjoying the first few bites of our dinner. Then end up laughing at how silent we are while eating before going over tomorrow's plans. 

"How early are we leaving in the morning," I ask him casually. 

"I want to be out of here at no later than 6:30, so we can get ahead of any possible traffic. It's only about two hours away but parking can be crazy and I have to meet my security guards before we begin shopping," he answers.

"Security guards," I question.

"Yeah, I have to protect myself when I'm out in a very public place like that. They're not far away from me…even now," he says.

"Oh," I say and look around the kitchen.

"They're not in here love. They do reside in this building and follow me to school and any of my sporting events. I'm sorry, I thought I told you about them before," he says touching my stunned face.

"Nope, you forgot to disclose that bit of information to me," I say leaning into his touch.

"I'm sorry for that. You'll meet them soon enough, it's all part of being brought into my world. You know after tomorrow there's no going back," he says with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's clean up," I say to him sarcastically shaking my head.

"Alright," he says and we begin putting the food away and washing the dishes.

When we are finally finished cleaning we lean against the island. Looking at the time it's only a little after nine.

"What do you want to do tonight," I ask him leaning my head on his shoulder.

"We can always pick up where we left off last night," he says with that panty busting smile.

"Whatttt," I say as my jaw drops from his straight forwardness.

"Don't worry we can take it slow," he says with a velvet voice.

"Hmm," I say as my mind starts to go haywire.

"I'll take that as a yes," he says and takes my hand leading me through the house to his room.

Making it to his room, he pulls me close to him and begin kissing me. Turned on by his seductive assertiveness I give in and return his advances. Just as things are getting started, his phone rings and groans in frustration. Interrupted again! 

"It's okay just answer it," I say trying hard to hold back my laughter.

"Don't laugh," he says with a small smile as he releases me.

"I won't," I say then cover my mouth as he answers the phone.

"Hello…party tonight…well I had plans…no it's alright…I'll come by for a little bit…same place…alright cool. See you in a little while," he says hanging up the phone and looking at me.

"What," I ask as I see him contemplating something.

"There's a party tonight and I agreed to stop by…do you mind coming with me? If not you can stay here and I'll come back really quick," he says.

"A party…sure! Can I invite my girls? They were upset that they didn't get an invite last time," I ask him.

"Sure, sure. They are more than welcome to come," he says.

"Okay, I'm going to shoot them a text," I say taking my phone from my pocket.

"Alright baby, I'm going to take a shower," he says kissing my forehead then walking while getting undressed to the bathroom.

"Okay," I say as I begin texting the girls.

Mekhi and I take our time showering and getting dressed. I decide to wear my silk pants, wrap crop top, and sandals. I fix my hair into a sleek bun and put on light make up and bold lipstick. When I step out of the bathroom, Mekhi can hardly keep his hands off of me.

"Baby you look really good," he says appreciatively.

"Thank you Kai," I say sweetly.

"Let's go," he says grabbing my hand.

"Okay," I agree and we leave his house and head to the party.

Lena lets go of her past and find love in the process. Can she balance new love with college and forget everything that has happened to her?

"What would happen if the existence of the Angel was found? " Yumi asked curiously wanting to know more about what will happen when Alice reveals herself. 

  "The two factions inside the Demon Kingdom would race to either Kill or protect the Angel, it would all depend on who got to the Angel first. If the Angel was lucky then they would be able to help the faction supporting them take over the Demon Kingdom for good. On the other hand if Lord Kira was to catch the Angel first then the Angels would be forever gone from this world. If that happened the Demons who support the Angel's return fear that the God who wishes for the Angel Race to return would strike back harshly. It is all assumptions though since nothing about this prophecy is clear about what or how things will happen. " Kayl replied as they came into a clearing where Kayl's familiar was keeping the Kobold King from moving by using gusts of wind from its wings to trap the King against the side of a boulder.

 "That is enough Percius, " Kayl said to his familiar instructing him to let the monster go so Alice and Yumi could fight it fairly. 

 "Remember not to help. " Alice said pulling out her scythe and rushing towards the Kobold King to attack. 

 Following behind her Yumi swung her disk end of her weapon wide wrapping the chain around the Kobold's legs preventing it from walking or running giving Alice the perfect chance to land a attack. 

 Infusing her scythe with the Fire Element she jumped in the air and dug the blade into the Kobold Kings arm. Pulling it free causing a large amount of damage she Rift Warped behind the monster sinking her blade in the monsters back while increasing the amount of fire being released causing the Kobold to begin burning from the inside while Yumi sent the blade end of her weapon crashing into the monster's neck.

Dropping to the ground defeated Kayl began to clap trying to show he was impressed with their teamwork. "You two make a good team. What shall we do next? " He asked.

 "Next would be gathering a Fire Lotus plant, the only problem is that we have no idea where to find it. The request did not give a location or a time limit to complete it. " Alice said looking over the flyer trying to find any clues on how to find it.

 "That is easy, I have a few with me. Fire Lotus plants can help Fire Element Mages increase the power of their attacks. I don't mind giving you two one seeing on how I already gathered all the ones in the area previously. " Kayl said while tossing Alice one of the plants.

 "I guess if there are no more around we have no choice but to accept the gift. All that is left is killing a monster called a Basan. " Alice replied, putting away the Fire Lotus.

 "I will send my familiar to search for it, in the meantime we should have some lunch. " Kayl said pulling out everything needed to cook some meat with. 

 "Kobold meat actually tastes pretty good would you two like to try some? " He said again while cutting the corpse of the monster up and preparing it to cook.

 "I didn't know that you could eat them.. " Yumi said, watching him prepare the meat.

 "It is very good when you know how to cook it. " He said salting the meat and pouring some oil in a skillet to fry it.

 Starting a fire with the snap of his fingers the skillet started to warm up the oil slowly while Kayl cut a few 12oz steaks seasoning them with various spices making sure to thoroughly season each slice. Gently setting one steak into skillet making the oil make a crackling sound paired with a pleasant aroma that soon followed both Yumi and Alice felt their hunger increase with the passing time it took him to cook the steaks.

 "Why don't you girls go find us something to drink while I cook. " Kayl said, still focusing on cooking the meat in front of him.

 "I just so happened to bring some wine with me, " Yumi said pulling out an elegant looking bottle of red wine with a golden label on it. 

 "That is some high quality stuff you have there Miss Yumi, normally one would drink that with a lover. " Kayl said a little more excited to eat now that he would be enjoying such fine wine with the steak.

 "I just like the taste… " Yumi replied not wanting to share it with him but still wanting to drink it with Alice who also seemed eager to eat and drink.

 Yumi used her Earth Element to create a small table and some stone chairs for the three of them to sit at while they ate. "I have never seen someone use their element like that before, " Kayl said watching Yumi craft a place to eat while he finished the last steak.

 While enjoying the food and wine which seemed to lighten the mood of all three of them Yumi decided to ask a few hard hitting questions to Kayl to find out if he would be a threat to Alice in the future.

 "Kayl I have been curious for a while now so I hope you do not mind me asking this but what faction are you a part of? " 

 "Speaking honestly I support the return of the Angels, while it is true I support and serve Lord Kira in whatever he needs I do not see a point in putting a target on my back to help a Angel who may not even return in my lifetime. Does that answer your question? " Kayl replied finishing up his steak and drinking the last of the wine in his glass.

 "Sort of, Just for fun let's say that Alice was the Angel what would you do then? " Yumi asked, causing Alice to start sweating a little.

 "Haha, if Alice was indeed the Angel then I would have all the more reason to want to be with  her. My father would be so overjoyed that he might fight Lord Kira on his own. With that said there is no way that Alice could be the Angel. In all of recorded Angel history there has never been an Angel with the Shadow Element. Almost every Angel has the higher tier Light Element called the Holy Element and as far as I know the only Elements Alice has is Fire, Wind and Shadow. " Kayl said, enjoying the laugh Yumi gave him.

 "Honestly that is crazy how could I be an Angel? " Alice said relaxing a little more knowing that Kayl did not suspect her in the slightest.

 "I mean she is even Lord Kira's daughter so how would that be possible. " Kayl continued.

 "If I am being honest with you, I do not know if Kira is my father he mostly just assumes it because his wife and I look similar while I share a certain gaze that she would apparently give him. " Alice replied.

 "Well only the Royal Demon's have the Demonic Gaze which I assume is what you are referring to so if you have that then I would also be inclined to suspect you of being his daughter even with lack of proof. Not that being his daughter will be a bad thing. In fact that alone will be enough to secure you some degree of safety in the Kingdom. Anyways my familiar has located the Basan it is currently attacking a group of merchants it seems. " Kayl said getting up and putting his things away. 

 "Let's go then, we need to save them if we can! " Yumi said standing up waiting for a direction to run.

 "Don't worry we can fly there on my familiar who will be here in a moment. '' Kayl said, letting out a loud whistle.

  Landing close to Kayl the familiar got down low allowing them to get on his back before flapping his wings hard sending them flying up in the air. Flying quickly towards the Basan they made it in time to see one of the merchants guards being burnt to a crisp by the Basans breath attack. 

 Jumping off the familiar before if landed Alice used Rift Warp while falling to close the distance in a blink of the eye. Infusing her scythe with the Wind Element she sent a large 'Wind Blade' flying at the Basan landing a hit on the monsters back with a lot of force knocking the monster down. 

 "We will let her fight this alone. I want to see how well she can do alone Yumi. " Kayl said, keeping them flying in the air to watch, not letting Yumi go to Alice's aid.

 "Let me go damnit! What if she gets hurt??? " Yumi cried out trying to break free of his grip.

 "Relax I will not let anything happen to her. I just wish to see what she is able to do when she fights alone in a battle.

 Looking up to see Kayl holding Yumi back she was able to guess that Kayl wanted to test her abilities. Knowing that she had to fight this alone she quickly placed her hands on the ground and used her spell 'Abyss Vines' rooting the Basan to the ground and keeping it from attacking her with his flaming breath attacks.

 Infusing the Shadow Element in her scythe she passed the blade through the vines and then lodged the blade deep in the Basan changing the element to fire and increasing the mana output causing the Basan to let out a Fire attack in a attempt to get rid of all the fire burning inside its body. 

 Seeing her attack not working due to the nature of the Basan Alice withdrew her scythe from the Basan and attacked any openings the Vines gave her until her spell ran out of time setting the monster free again.

 The Basan now free and severely injured turned towards Alice and let out a large fire attack trying to get revenge and burn her to ash. Rift Warping out of the path of the attack she used all her might while swinging the scythe low cutting the Basans legs off.

 Almost dead the Basan looked at Alice before admitting defeat by laying flat on the ground waiting on her to deal the finishing blow.

 Giving the monster what it wanted she sunk her blade deep in the monsters neck finishing it off for good. 

 "That was a great job Alice, I did not know you had a spell to restrict an enemy's movements. That will be very useful on a battlefield. " Kayl said letting go of Yumi as they landed next to her.

 "T-Thank you for saving us.. " One of the merchants said trying not to show his fear seeing Kayl who was standing next to Alice.

 "No problem, the guild issued a request to kill the monster anyways I am just happy that I got here in time to help. " Alice relied with a smile having saved them while also gaining a level.

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Waking up suddenly screaming, Alice looked around in a panic. The last thing she remembers is a devil like creature ripping her wings off and killing her.

 Seeing that no one is around and that she is fine she tries to feel her wings. Instead of what should be there, she feels like a part of her body has been stolen, noticing that she no longer has wings. In fact, she doesn't remember having white skin or her hair being this long.
 
Forcing herself to stay calm, Alice tries to think about the situation calmly. 'I don't seem to be hurt other than the fact I don't think this is my body'

Standing now she looks around finally realizing she's in an open field with nothing around except for a forest to the north and an ocean to the south. 
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Will Alice manage to find out the truth behind her reincarnation and get revenge on the devil that took her wings as he killed her?

Ben had a near perfect view of St. Vincent from the graveyard's gate. Under the pink and golden hues of a rising sun, the view seemed closer to being immaculate, and how could it not be given the town itself was flawless?

Standing at the bottom of the stone staircase and leaning on the iron gate, he watched children dressed in ironed tan and navy uniforms stroll on the sidewalk from their brightly colored houses towards their school. A slick, black car rolled on the pavement, quickly passing by the children but slowing down in front of Ben. The children slowed their paces in front of him as well. Some stopped yet even fewer pointed his way. 

Ben knew they were talking about the graveyard. He could not hear the children directly, but a few of the graveyard's residents' had listened to them and told him what they said. Ben took the graveyard's residents' words to heart for the most part. Ignore a few bitter phrases along with some moaning and bickering and he understood the gist of their tales. In this case, however, not even one word of what the spirits said sounded pleasant.

    What was so terrible about a haunted graveyard? The ghosts caused the town no trouble, so the children had nothing to complain about. If they even knew what it was like to wake up to a ghost tossing them off the bed to steal their sheets, they'd worry less about the graveyard's ancient gate and more about the security of their own bedrooms.

    Ben watched the school children until they shrank to the size of ants. Certain they wouldn't turn around and try sneaking in the graveyard for some petty test of courage, he unlocked the iron gate and took three steps off the graveyard, the furthest he ever went outside the graveyard, to set the gate in place.

    With the gate open for any visitors, Ben turned and jogged back up the mossy stairs. He ran past a thick ring of trees that surrounded the steeper portion of the hill. When the ground leveled out, the trees were replaced by row after row of tombstones.

    Here, the air was thick with sound. Ben could hear several ghosts chatting about their lives, an elderly ghost sobbing about her still living husband, some child mumbling nonsense, and many others wailing and muttering curses as the typical specter often did. Ben did his best to tune out the spirits and strolled through the graveyard until he came to a wooden staircase leading to the house on the center of the hill.

    Ben ascended the stairs, being careful of the rot on a few of the steps. He then opened a large wooden and iron framed door. The moment he stepped inside, the sounds of the ghosts silenced and the stench of burning flesh filled Ben's nose.

    The stench intensified as Ben slid into the kitchen. He grabbed his nose, trying not to gag. The maid stood at the oven, humming a tune with a rattly voice. The sound of her humming seemed normal enough, and she stood relaxed as if nothing were wrong.

    However she stood too casually, leaning with an arm on the red stove eye. Smoke lifted from the eye, and small flames licked about her hand.

    "Mely!" Ben yelled, running up to the maid. He shoved her aside. She nearly whacked him across the head with the skillet. Ben cringed, hearing the skillet and eggs crash on the floorboards. So much for breakfast.

    He shook his head, tossing away the thought of food, and turned off the stove. Turning to the maid, he grabbed her hand and yelped, retracting his scalding fingers.

    "What did I tell you about the stove eye!" Ben cried while nursing his hand.

    The maid tilted her head, allowing a strand of black hair to loosen from her bun and fall beside her pale blue cheek. Frowning, she croaked, "To not burn anything."

    "That includes yourself, Mely. Yourself!" Ben waited for the flames to die out before he carefully grabbed her hand and inspected the burn. The burnt, rotten flesh smelled horrible, but it wasn't impossible to fix. A potion or two, depending on what grandfather had, would mend the wounds.

    Ben sighed and let go of the maid. Just because she was undead didn't mean she shouldn't care for herself. She could at the very least do that since she hardly did anything else right. Ben wished grandfather would hire a living maid instead of using a zombie. Zombies smelled bad, they were clumsy, and their standards of clean were on par with that of a rat.

    He scooped up the skillet and began cooking, leaving the zombie to find another task to do.

    While Ben was in the middle of frying a new pan of eggs, grandfather called, "I'll be out for awhile! Make sure you start decorating the graves!"

    "Got it!" Ben called. The front door creaked as grandfather left the house. Ben quickly finished making the food. He was halfway done scarfing it down when he knew grandfather had passed the gate. Without grandfather around, there was nothing preventing him from hearing the ghosts outside the house.

    "He's getting older, isn't he? His back's far more crooked. I warned him, I did!"

    "You never warned him. He's always had a crooked back."

    Ben nearly choked on his food. The ghosts always talked about grandfather while he was gone. He quickly finished eating and walked outside. Immediately, the voices increased in volume as many of the spirits greeted their gravekeeper.

    "What flowers do you want?" Ben asked, catching glimpses of a few swirling figures but nothing more. He sighed. The teen had been able to hear ghosts for as long as he could remember, but he still had a hard time seeing them.

    "Poppies!"

    "Petunias!"

    "ROSES!"

    "Roses it is," Ben muttered while marching around the house and towards the gardens.

    Most of the hill was reserved for the graves, but a quarter of it had a garden. It supplied herbs for grandfather's potions as well as vegetables for their meals. The majority of the garden was tightly packed with vivid flowers to decorate the graves.

    Ben opened a small shed and pulled out a basket, a bottle filled with a dark red liquid, and a pair of clippers. Even though the garden was large, there were too many graves and not enough rose bushes. He shook the bottle and watched the potion fizz inside. Even necromancers had to know the basics of druid magic.

    Ben clipped a few roses from the first bush, being careful to not bother the bees buzzing around the buds. Along with the buzzing and the rustling of the leaves, he listened to the several voices on the hill, laughing every time they griped about the grumpy necromancer.

But one group of the spirits chortled and snorted, laughing about the hill's other only living resident. "He can't even see us! Did you know that? Our next gravekeeper is nothing but a ghost whisperer!"

The clippers snapped a rather thick branch in half before the curved blades found another stem to cut. He couldn't see them, but he could still hear them! Another branch fell.

"Oh ho ho. Remember when the child came here? He was an absolute loon! Those were great days. The kid cried at anything," the deep voice of a woman cooed.

Ben's grip on the clippers tightened. He did not cry at anything. He was not crazy either. He attacked another branch and then failed to tear off a large branch and chucked the clippers across the garden. They plopped into a fountain before clacking against its base.

"I'm not a loon!" He yelled, causing the conversation to cease. Ben marched over to the fountain and rolled up a sleeve. He reached for the clippers but watched as the still water reflected the faces of two elderly, colorless women.

One of the women had several chins and plump cheeks that appeared even rounder as her thick lips curved into an amused smile. Her pale eyes looked like half moons, and brows lifted in arches that nearly touched her curly bangs.

The other one was just the opposite. Her lips pursed in a disgusted scowl and a hollowed, sickly face with deep shadows beneath her crooked brows.

The plump one chuckled. "Oh, can you see us now?"

Ben looked over his shoulder, but the ghosts weren't there. He looked back into the pond and gasped, seeing another head reflected in the water. Ths one of an old man with wrinkles covering his cheeks and forehead.

    "You can see us, can't you?" the old ghost asked.

    This time, Ben didn't look away from the pond. He splashed the surface and watched their faces fade. He wanted to see the ghosts clearly like any proper gravekeeper would, but he didn't want to see those ghosts now. He didn't want to see them snicker and smirk as they laughed about his pathetic past.

    "I can't really see them. They're only reflections," He muttered before reaching for the clippers. With a tired sigh, he pulled the tool out of the pond. He needed to forget about the ghosts and continue cutting the roses. By the time grandfather returned, all of the graves would be outfitted in deep red.

    He trimmed the roses until the basket was full. Ben then left the garden and returned to the graves. There were two hundred and thirty one graves on the hill. Yet those graves did not include the crypt beneath the house. Ben had never entered the crypt, but grandfather told him it was where their family was buried. Even his mother slept there.

    It took three trips to fill fifty small stone vases with roses. Ben then filled another basket and headed inside.

    The house's floorboards creaked as Ben walked down a narrow hallway. The wallpaper was peeling and thick layers of dust coated the rims of the walls' decorative ledges and portraits of family members. Ben spotted a portrait of grandfather, and he found one of his grandmother and uncle as well. Ben wondered what his other family members were like, as he never knew any of them besides grandfather.

    Creak

    The whole house creaked and groaned. It was likely the zombie or a few rowdy ghosts. Ben ignored it and kept walking. He knew he was on edge because he was planning on going to the crypt. If grandfather found out he went to the crypt, he'd be locked in there for sure.

    Ben quickened his pace, fleeing into grandfather's forbidden study. He closed the door and set a bolt over the handle, locking it shut. Even if Mely was a zombie, there was no way she could break through that door if she wanted to come through. Besides, she wasn't supposed to enter the study anyways. And neither was Ben.

    He turned around, sliding a hand along the door. A thick cherry desk sat to the side, covered in scrolls and a few burial tools. Ben didn't care about the desk or the tall bookshelves lining the walls. His eyes lowered to a plush red rug sitting in the middle of the study.

    The rug had a thick layer of dust on it along with the rest of the floor, but part of the floor looked like it had been swept. Ben grabbed the corner of the rug, placing his thumb over a clean patch, and dragged it across the clean section of the floor.

    The corners of the kid's lips lifted as a silver image filled his eyes. The rug had hidden a finely carved silver trapdoor that looked quite out of place without its red cover. Kneeling down, Ben traced his hand along the trapdoor until his fingers hooked into a snake's mouth. There, he pushed down its tongue, and the door clicked.

    Ben lifted the door and looked into a dark hole. He sighed and looked up, seeing a lantern sitting atop grandfather's desk. The boy snatched the lantern, lit it, and climbed down the silver ladder, into the crypt.

    His whole climb down, the boy felt giddy. He'd get to see his mother's grave today. Maybe even hear her talk. But did he want her to be a ghost? That would mean she was desperately clinging onto something in this world. Ben shook his head. He didn't want to see or hear her ghost. Just her grave.

    His feet tapped on the dusty stone floor, and Ben swung the lantern around, lighting up the entrance to the crypt. He had expected skeletons making up the walls like how they did in grandfather's books, but beautiful stone and silver etched arches curved along the walls with stone caskets stacked beneath the arches.

    Ben approached the nearest casket and examined the epitaph written along the side. 'Jackeline Raylin Stone. 1492-1654. A brilliant woman for her time.'

    Ben scratched his head, not knowing who Jackeline was, but thinking she had to be brilliant to live for such a long time. He shrugged and decided to drop a rose over her name. A person who lived that long had to have accomplished something worth a rose.

    He continued along, being more careful about finding his mother's grave. Ben suspected the newer bodies would be deeper in the crypt, so he walked down its stone path, brushing away the occasional cobweb and shooing away the occasional rat.

    After going past only a few arches, Ben stopped walking. He only had one rose left, having given the others to the other graves. And worst of all, he kept getting distracted with the crypt's rotting state. He was supposed to be hurrying down here before grandfather got home but the occasional web took awhile to weep and the occasional rat always scurried back with friends.

    He swung the lantern about, running to each casket. If grandfather found out he had gone down here, he would be skinned alive! A shiver went down Ben's spine as he thought about the tools sitting atop grandfather's desk. That wasn't an unlikely possibility.

    Taking a sharp turn, Ben came into a square hall with a stone casket set in the center. He stooped down and walked around it, searching for a name, but there were none. Sighing, he looked at the caskets along the walls and found her.

    'Susan Blair Stone, 1871-1896. May her soul rest in peace'

    Ben placed the rose on the stone and stood there for a few minutes, thinking about how old she was. She didn't live very long. In ten years, Ben would be the same age she had died. Ben wondered if he would live for only twenty six years. The thought of grandfather finding him in the crypt made him doubt that.

    Casting one final glance at the casket, Ben turned and sprinted through the crypt. He found the handle and scaled up the silver ladder.

    A bearded head poked through the exit, glaring down at Ben. The boy nearly dropped the lantern and nearly jumped off the ladder.

    "Why are you down there?" grandfather asked, his voice cold and shaking.

    Ben took the lantern out of his mouth, and grandfather huffed at the sight of it having been in his mouth. "I-I wanted to give flowers to all the graves," Ben replied truthfully.

    Grandfather's face turned pink, and Ben expected the old man to lecture him, but he instead shook his head and moved aside, allowing Ben to climb out of the crypt. The silver door shut behind the boy, and grandfather growled, "Put the rug back in place and put out that lantern. Then come outside."

    Ben clambered out of the crypt and quickly blew out the lantern. Brushing off the dust from his clothes, the boy followed grandfather through the house.

    "I'm almost done with the flowers," Ben said. He did not want to mention that he did not expect the old man to return so soon. Usually these council things took an entire day. Sometimes two.

    "You should have been caring for the tombstones not the crypt," grandfather grumbled before shaking his head. He rested a hand on the door's silver doorknob and turned around to face Ben.

    The ghosts were right. His crooked back looked even more crooked. His shoulders stooped and his neck craned, giving the man a figure similar to a vulture under his black cloak. But, unlike vultures, the necromancer had bright golden eyes and a kind face.

    That soft face hardened, and the old man leaned forward so that he and his grandson were nose to nose. "Now don't you go speaking unless you are spoken to. Understood?"

    Ben nodded. "Yes, sir."

    "And no yelling at the ghosts. And as far as we're concerned. You can see them as easily as you can see me. Understood?"

    "Yes… Why do I need to see them?"

    Grandfather groaned and turned around before twisting the doorknob. "Wrong. You don't need to see them. You can see them."

    He left the house, and Ben followed but stopped at the porch. As the old man descended the wooden staircase, Ben gawked at a group of men and women dressed in long black robes. The council had not ended. It had just begun!

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