Demon hunter s Cooking Manual

Chapter 737: Chapter 4 The Bell in the Kitchen Rings~_2
 

“Indeed, a ‘newcomer’ worthy of admiration.”

“Would you share your thoughts on becoming the first victor?”

The shadow asked.

Jason?

There was no response.

He stared at the dark figure as if trying to see through its true identity.

This gaze lasted for about 3 seconds before being broken by another utterance from the shadow.

“It seems our ‘newcomer’ is still maintaining his usual style.”

“But that’s fine!”

“Everyone has their own unique qualities!”

“Everyone should have such qualities!”

“This is what we are most pleased to see!”

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“Our ‘newcomer,’ Jason, is undoubtedly such a person!”

Unlike the previous sarcasm, this time the shadow skillfully avoided the embarrassing topics and started subtly praising Jason.

This made Jason frown inwardly.

He hadn’t forgotten the contemptuous words from the other party at the beginning.

Is it because I displayed ‘strength’?

So, there was a change.

After comparing the two, Jason easily came to a conclusion.

Then, regarding his current self, Jason began to form a vague sense of positioning.

Seemingly ‘a rare commodity worth hoarding’?

Thinking this, Jason remained calm and collected.

He needed more information.

And that would not be difficult.

Indeed, it was the case.

After a series of praises, the ‘introducer’ began to say something useful.

“As the first ‘victor,’ Jason, you now have the right to choose your own room to rest.”

“Of course, just an empty room!”

“If you want other things, you’ll need to exchange your Points for them.”

“Don’t worry, you have enough Points.”

After the other party finished speaking, a 10-inch screen began displaying three room options.

The first was a cabin with a deer head trophy hanging on the wall.

The second was a stone room with a fireplace.

The third was a modern apartment with one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom.

The three rooms were different, but they were all empty, without a bed or furniture.

“Choose any room you like.”

“Exchange Points after entering the room.”

“Food is a free nutritional meal.”

The ‘introducer’ continued.

Food, free, nutritional meal.

Jason quickly caught the key words.

Then, he casually tapped on the third room option.

With a preference for the more familiar living environment, he naturally wouldn’t choose a cabin or stone room.

“Jason, please wait a moment,”

After the shadow finished speaking, the entire screen went dark, and along with the iron stand, retracted into the ground, and the concrete floor flipped back to look like a normal floor.

Jason’s eyes swept over the area.

Even with his perception seven times that of an average person, he could not discern anything amiss.

If he hadn’t confirmed that everything just now was real, he might have thought it was an illusion.

“Special materials?”

“There must also be corresponding technology.”

Following that, Jason thought about the odd sensation ‘inside his heart’.

That kind of electric shock wouldn’t occur randomly.

Is it a technological method?

Or a method from the Mystical Side?

Or a combination of both?

Jason guessed.

However, deep down, Jason was inclined towards the former.

Because if it were the latter two, he would have already smelled ‘food.’

And now?

Jason took another breath.

Nothing.

“The technology here has surpassed imagination.”

Jason thought, and glanced again at the spot where the screen had emerged.

Then, he unconsciously thought about how to break free from this ‘control’!

The simplest, most direct way was to ‘die once’!

With his current satiety level of 225 points, this was not a difficult task.

He had enough capital to display his Talent.

However, Jason didn’t take any action.

Now was not the time!

He was just a “newcomer”!

The harmless kind of that.

The distinctive sound of helicopter blades began to emerge from a distance, echoing in the sky.

Under Jason’s gaze, a heavy transport helicopter approached from afar.

As soon as it landed, ten fully armed soldiers jumped out, their guns aimed directly at Jason.

“Are the guns still powder-based?”

“Did they veer off the tech tree?”

“Or are they deliberately concealing something?”

Looking at the automatic weapons in the soldiers’ hands, Jason couldn’t help but think.

Then, a man who was clearly the leader jumped down.

The man was slender with high cheekbones; his eyes and hair were both grey. He wore a suit but sported sneakers, and he held a metallic case in his hand.

“Hello, Jason. I’m your ‘contact,’ Pers.”

“I’ll ‘assist’ you with your rest.”

As he spoke, he opened the metallic case.

Inside, there was something resembling a remote control.

“I’m going to put you to sleep for a bit.”

“Don’t worry; it won’t harm you in any way.”

“When you wake up, you’ll find yourself in the room you selected.”

The self-proclaimed ‘contact,’ Pearson, finished speaking and gestured with the remote control toward Jason.

The remote control was black, similar to a TV remote controller, but it had fewer buttons, only four, each in a different color.

Red, blue, yellow, green.

At that moment, Pearson pressed the green button.

Throughout the process, including when Pearson gestured to Jason with the remote, Jason remained quiet.

This time was no exception.

As Pearson’s finger touched the green button, Jason felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

About one second later, that drowsiness peaked.

Jason felt lightheaded and heavy-limbed, as if he’d stayed up for several consecutive nights, with his body about to be drained.

Yet, his consciousness remained clear.

However, Jason let his body fall over accordingly.

His eyelids closed tight.

He could distinctly sense Pers directing the soldiers to carry him onto that heavy transport helicopter.

The entire transportation lasted about 20 minutes.

When the helicopter landed, he was again carried onto a vehicle.

The sound of treads informed him it was likely an armored car.

After switching transport vehicles, another half hour went by.

The movements of transportation stoppped.

Jason sensed that he was being carried into a room.

More importantly, the drowsiness began to fade.

Seizing the moment, Jason opened his eyes.

He found himself in the room he had selected earlier, while Pers stood at the doorway, blocked by a pane of glass—the room’s lighting shone upon the glass, emitting an unusual fiery hue.

Clearly, it was specially made glass.

“Jason, you will need to spend the next three days here.”

“Do you see the handheld computer beside you?”

“You can choose the services you want from it.”

“As long as you have enough points, anything is available.”

“Also, there’s a call button. I’m on standby 24 hours. As soon as you press it, I will appear.”

After speaking, Pers bowed slightly to Jason and then turned to leave.

As the other party turned away, the glass changed from transparent to the color of wood, as if it was an actual wooden door.

Outside the living room window, sunlight shone brightly, the sun rays filtering through the glass and illuminating the floor with a warm and comfortable glow.

Listening closely, there was even the faint sound of traffic and people.

It was as if he was really in a high-rise apartment on the edge of a bustling city.

However, everything was fake.

This was not because Jason’s superhuman perception had discerned it, but because it was clearly marked on the handheld computer beside him: Sunlight Outdoor Mode.

When Jason switched to Beach Outdoor Mode, the sounds of traffic immediately turned into the sound of waves.

There was even a faint smell of the sea in the air.

Jason walked over to the window, and he could even see the beach and the ocean.

It looked very real, but after a brief discernment, his superhuman perception enabled him to spot a flaw.

Very subtle, full of imperfections in Jason’s eyes.

But what does it matter?

He didn’t care about those details.

What truly caught his attention was the ‘Nutrition Meal’ virtual button on the handheld computer.

Without hesitation, Jason reached out and pressed it.

Ding!