Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The popularity of the Top Chef Competition let #Hadeschallenge# get onto the trending list again.

The Explosive White Water Beef Balls that were hit over 26,000 times and mesmerized the judges, made people look forward to them indeed.

That night, many people lost sleep due to the knocking sounds above them, and many chopping blocks were sacrificed heroically. Many arms couldn’t be raised the next day.

As the ingredients’ prices were still reasonable, many housewives wanted to try making it themselves.

There were big shots who captured Mag’s hammering actions and wrote a code on it. They made a beef-hammering robot and received hundreds of thousands of orders for it.

There were also restaurant bosses who made their chefs learn the dish overnight, trying to add one more signature dish to their menu the next day.

This was a party for the chowhounds and it also brought a new secret of wealth to some people.

Mag wasn’t concerned about that at all. He only cared about the rapidly increasing number of his fans.

It went over 1,000,000 yesterday and it had successfully broken through to 3,000,000 today. Moreover, it was still increasing at a terrifying pace.

“Good. What’s the use of practicing? Isn’t it better to be a star and be a god through popularity?”

Mag controlled the fridge with his mind power. He poured himself a glass of orange juice that was chilled.

Mag asked in his mind as he drank the orange juice, “System, have you calculated the best plan yet? How to ensure that Underground City will not launch a war against the Norland Continent?”

“This System has built millions of data models based on our current intel and have reached a conclusion. However, the conclusion is a little weird.”

“Stop beating around the bush. Spit it out.” Mag was interested. He put down his cup.

“According to this system’s professional model calculations, maintaining the Underground City’s current political structure is the most stable plan for the Norland Continent.”

“Mmm?” Mag frowned, but he soon revealed a thoughtful expression.

“For the past tens of thousands of years, the Underground City’s political structure has been relatively stable. Although the political structure has changed and evolved with the advancement of technology and society, overall speaking, Underground City’s main power is still controlled by a few big families.

“And during the past tens of thousands of years, Underground City has never launched a big scale war or invasion on the Norland Continent before.

“If this balance is broken, then the possibility of these two worlds colliding will shoot up,” the system said.

“Hence, the Underground City’s people may need a revolution, and certain social classes may need a revolution, but the Norland Continent doesn’t want them to have a revolution.” Mag furrowed his brows tightly.

Given the great difference in the Underground City’s power and the Norland Continent’s power, once Underground City launched a war on the Norland Continent, it would be an outright massacre.

And the person who was actively trying to push for a revolution now was the military’s marshal-Ferdinand.

And he should be considered as working for Ferdinand right now.

“It’s getting a little troublesome right now.” Mag scrolled through the intel on all the plutocrats that the system had gotten for him.

He knew, without any doubts, that Ferdinand had done something to his bangle. Hence, other than using WeTwit, surfing and searching for some useless information, he didn’t do anything else with it.

The system’s learning ability was exactly as it described. It’s very powerful. It had successfully hacked into the military’s intel vault and gotten the very top secret intel.

Judging from the current situation, in order to protect the Norland Continent, he should be working with all the plutocrats and getting rid of Ferdinand, the challenger of the old system.

However, although he was deemed as the most powerful powerhouse on the Norland Continent, he was still just a demi-god. There was still some distance from being a real god and his difference from Ferdinand was even greater.

There was more than one Extraordinaire behind every plutocrat family. If he was to go to talk to them about a collaboration, it would be no different from serving himself to them on a platter.

Furthermore, as a transmigrant, he still had an unexplainable liking for Ferdinand, who had a class responsibility.

“Power is the source of confidence. Seems like I have to see if I can gain something from the sacred stele first.” Mag decided and tossed all the troubled thoughts behind him.

***

“Chief, this is Horace’s statement. There is a name list too. These scums! Animals!”

Outside of the interrogation room, a middle-aged policeman handed an interrogation statement to the chief with ill-concealed anger.

“Thank you for your hard work.” The chief patted him on his shoulder. He cast a glance at Horace in the hospital bed before leaving.

This matter wasn’t something that a bureau chief could decide. The game between the upper echelons would decide the final direction of this matter.

As for this name list, ha, it was simply nothing.

The military had already taken a clear stand to investigate this matter, and the president had also given a clear instruction.

The Dixon Family was very powerful and the few plutocrats that were on good terms with them, had begun to expose a few of their own celebrities on WeTwit to reduce and divert the attention of Horace’s matter.

Of course, those few celebrities weren’t good people, either. However, it was still a lament of how a star would end up in prison once they were given up by the big families.

If “The Adjudicator”, whom nobody knew his identity, could judge and kill Fergus too, the problem would be much easier.

After all, that man did as he wished, and he wasn’t influenced by all the powers. He didn’t have any care when he stirred up the matters.

***

“Big Sister, soon, very soon. I will be able to take revenge for you soon. I want that fellow to pay for his crime with his life!”

In a dark room, a maiden was crouching in a corner and biting her lower lip. Blood dripped down from the corner of her lips.

***

WeTwit for the past two days had been exceptionally busy.

As Horace fell off the altar from the godfather of movies to a rapist, a domino effect happened in the entertainment industry. Eight A-listers were exposed for all sorts of crimes.

The celebrities who used to be glamorous, became cruel murderers and rapists. They shattered all the audience’s value systems with shock.

More and more victims began to speak up and testified against those animals’ dirty deeds.

The continuous exposure was getting weirder and weirder. It also diverted a lot of attention from the Horace incident and slowly, Fergus was rarely mentioned. They had disappeared from the trending list.

Mag woke up in the morning and scanned through the WeTwit’s trending list first. All those that were exposed were collateral damage.

No matter how glamorous a star was, they were simply chess pieces in the plutocrats’ hands. This moment was a true portrayal of life.

“Then, let me make the issue even bigger.” Mag searched the keywords about Fergus and found an article written by a person who said she was the younger sister of the Fergus’ incident’s victim. After reading that article, he shared it on WeTwit with these words: Some people shouldn’t be forgotten. Some criminals shouldn’t be, either.