Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1684: Can I Cut A Little Bit Of That Fellow’s Flesh To Take It Back Later?

(キ`゚Д゚ ́)!!

Mag halted his forward-dashing pace with shock, and said, “System, are you thinking about doing a biopsy on the Great Old Ones?”

“The knowledge left behind by our forebears has told us that any organism has the potential to become our food. After cutting through the complex fog on the surface, the essence is the same. Whether the Great Old Ones can be eaten isn’t the question. The question is whether they will taste better steamed or braised,” answered the system calmly.

Mag opened his mouth, but he couldn’t find words to rebut it.

The system continued, “Therefore, the host only needs to obtain 500 grams of flesh and submit it to this system as the object of study.”

“Wait a sec.” Mag frowned as he realized something wasn’t very right. He rolled his eyes. “That is a Great Old One, an immortal existence that was sealed ages ago and an existence that has terrifying power. You’re now asking me to go cut a piece of it so you can do a biopsy and study it? This mission is already beyond my scope, right? I’m just a chef! What’s wrong with complaining about those people whose dishes are poorly done on Weibo? Neither did they curse me to go catch a Great Old One for research, right?”

“Erm...” The system paused for a while before saying, “After the appearance of the Great Old Ones, the food chain in this world has indeed surpassed the upper limit of the penalty set at the beginning. Hence, it’s the so-called beyond your scope.”

“Then, I will reject this mission,” Mag replied without any hesitation.

If the Great Old One could be cut up so easily, the people then wouldn’t have to try so hard to seal it up here. Wouldn’t it be better to cut it up, split among all of them, and then bring it for braising otherwise?

He could deduce from the system’s words that the one who threw him into this world in the beginning had never studied this world seriously before. This was already beyond the system’s auxiliary range. He didn’t believe that a cuisine system with no morals could handle the Great Old Ones.

Not everyone could excel at everything.

“Mission reward: the host will receive an all-around inspection report on the new species, including racial analysis, various endurance studies, vulnerability analysis...” The system’s extremely mesmerizing voice sounded again.

Mag frowned and hesitated. “Inspection report?”

He had to admit that this mission reward was extremely enticing.

The fear of the Great Old Ones originated from the fear of the unknown. Otherwise, what was there to be afraid of a tentacle monster? There were plenty of perverts who loved it.

If the system could provide a complete inspection report and tear away the mysterious outer wear of the Great Old Ones, perhaps it could really provide them with a solution to handle the Great Old Ones.

He didn’t want to pin his hopes on those gods who might not even exist. It felt best to grasp destiny in his own hands.

“What if the mission fails?”

“If the host fails the mission: I don’t think the host needs to do any penalty then.”

=”=凸

Mag chose to undertake the mission.

Of course, it didn’t matter if he chose to undertake it or not. The mission was already there, and the countdown had already started.

After being messed up by the system, that weird and scary atmosphere of the bonfire gathering was gone. The moment Mag thought that the subject of the crazy belief which these fellows held was going to be the system’s next rearing object, all the scary became boring.

However, since Mag had agreed to undertake this celebration, he had to go take a look.

He went through the forest and knocked out a demon who seemed to be on the lookout with a punch before standing on a tree branch that was about 100 meters away from the bonfire.

There was a huge bonfire on the flat ground nearby. Over 100 demons, humans, and orcs were dancing a weird twisted dance around the bonfire.

The flickering fire shone on their crazy grinning faces, and reflected an eerie light from their pupils.

Right in front of the bonfire was a two-meter-tall thin man with loose-flowing hair. He was waving a black scepter, and the chanting that sounded like the devil’s groaning came from his mouth.

They seemed to be conducting a certain ritual, and that lanky man should be the priest. Only he was still wearing a tattered black robe.

A rim of animal carcasses surrounded the bonfire, and their heads were facing the bonfire in unison.

Mag looked at this weird and promiscuous scene with a frown. Those who were not mentally strong would most likely faint on the spot if they saw this.

However, his gaze was soon attracted by three children who were tied up in front of that lanky priest. Those were three children under the age of 10, two girls and one boy. They were tied up with a rope, with their backs facing one another. They were screaming with terrified expressions, which sounded even scarier amidst the chanting and mumbling.

The chanting stopped suddenly. That priest walked to the three children, and raised his scepter high above his head as he prepared to smash it onto them.

All those present gathered toward those three children with a grin. Red light was flickering in their eyes as if they were looking at food on the table.

“We will be the blood sacrifice that helps release the god!” yelled the priest loudly.

“Kill!”

Those fellows suddenly took out daggers and sharp branches from nowhere, and stabbed them into their hearts.

Meanwhile, that priest was also smashing his scepter at those three children with a crazy look.

“This bunch of a**holes!” Mag went white slightly before he threw his longsword out. It flew toward that priest like a long rainbow.

About three minutes later, Irina appeared. She looked at the tragic scene, and doubtfully asked, “Why are they all dead?”

“To prevent them from committing suicide, I killed them.” Mag shrugged before pointing at the three children who were passed out on the ground, and said, “Can you erase their memories?”

“Sure.” Irina approached those three children and chanted silently. She waved her hand, and three flashes of golden light went in between their eyebrows.

After a while, Krassu and Urien returned too.

“Creatures who are bewitched by the devil are indeed equally nauseating.” Krassu lifted his hand, and burned all those bodies into ashes.

“They should’ve been conducting some sacrificial ritual. I heard they said they wanted to help free the god,” said Mag with a frown.

Urien also gravely said, “Yes. And this action has been going on for days. The evil aura in the core area is getting denser. That fellow might be preparing for its escape.”

“Let’s go and find out.” Irina waved her hand to set up a magical barrier around those three children before walking toward the sealed area first.

“There’s nothing that one fireball can’t solve. If there is, then just give it another 10.” Krassu smiled confidently.

“Frost might not be able to stop the evil aura from leaking, but it can seal all living things in ice.” Urien was also smiling calmly.

Mag was shocked by these two big bosses’ confidence. He, too, quickly caught up with them. After a moment of hesitation, he softly asked, “That thing... can I cut a little bit of that fellow’s flesh to take it back later?”