On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

"Because he was wearing casual clothes, he was treated as a villain." Pang Da sighed.

"Salmon." The silver-haired boy looked a little depressed, as if he wanted to say something, he took out his mobile phone and typed——

"That black-haired man has a very murderous aura!"

Gou Juanji recalled what happened just now, obviously he was looking for the person according to the photo sent by Mr. Gojo Wu. The teacher also said in the text message that they are easy to get along with. Things go berserk?

He still has lingering fears, and he can still feel the slight pain of the wind blade scratching his face. The speed is so fast that he can't react. It's a terrible spell!

"Lift your head up." Chanyuan Maki took out an iodophor cotton swab from the medicine box, folded the cotton head, and pressed it on the dog's wound after the iodophor soaked the cotton swab.

"Fortunately, it's just a very shallow bloodstain." Pang Da lamented regretfully, "But Ji, your bangs will have to wait a week for the gap to heal."

"—Mentaiko!" The silver-haired boy pursed his lips, shook his head and flicked his missing bangs, that guy's wind blade is too powerful!

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and a black-haired man in a camel trench coat walked in. He raised his bandaged hand and scratched his head.

"Sorry, the boss's ability has not been fully controlled, and sometimes some small accidents may happen."

Since the last awakening of the ability, Qinghuai has established a false superior-subordinate relationship with the president. Fukuzawa Yukichi used "human superiority does not create" to help Qinghuai adapt to his own ability for a long time, but it may be because of the subordinate relationship It's not particularly strong, and sometimes there will be a little accident.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai happened to be by his side this time, and at the moment when Qinghuai's ability went berserk, his ability was invalidated, otherwise it would not only be the dog who was injured.

"Ability?" Pang Da turned around and asked curiously, "What is that?"

"Salmon?"

Zenyuan Maki lifted up her glasses and threw the cotton swab into the trash can, "It's a completely different ability from mantras—please, have you read the task details carefully?"

Pang Da was embarrassed, "To be honest, when I saw Yokohama, I just looked up travel guides. Fu Hei said that the food here is very delicious."

Osamu Dazai looked at the boy who couldn't speak human language, then at the panda who could speak human language, and finally chose to communicate with Maki, the only normal Buddhist temple here.

"Ah, did the white-haired man call you here?"

"...That's right." Chanyuan Maki said, "Teacher Wutiao has to do a more important task, so the high school sent the second-year students here."

"Is that so." Osamu Dazai glanced at the silver-haired boy, who had a bandage on his wound, looking a little embarrassed, "...But, boy, are you okay?"

The dog Curly Thorn has a mess of silver hair on top, "Okapi."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head:?

"He said it didn't matter." Pan Da explained, "He is a dog curly thorn, a descendant of spell masters, because he uses language to attack, so he can't speak normally under the influence of spells."

"Ah, that's how it is." Osamu Dazai suddenly realized, "What a cool skill!"

"I'm Pang Da, and she's Zenyuan Maki." Pang Da pointed to the girl with dark green ponytail beside him, "Our visit this time is actually a mission from the high school—"

While Pan Da was talking, Zenyuan Maki took out a glass vial.The body of the bottle is less than the size of a palm, and the whole body is transparent, but one can clearly feel that the outer wall is extremely thick, refracting the things stored in it into strange shapes.

"This is a high-strength material bottle made of alloy glass and carbon nanotubes. It is a curse tool that has been blessed with magic power. Curses below the first level cannot escape." Chanyuan Maki tapped the bottle with her fingertips, and there was a pile of pink in the bottle The eggs are fresh and beating slowly, looking like a heart from a distance.

"Eggs." Osamu Dazai frowned, "Even if you don't know the grading standards of your conjurers, the power of this thing may far exceed the strength of a small bottle."

"That's when it's awake, and during its deep sleep, even ordinary people can crush it." said Chanyuan Maki, and she followed Dazai Osamu's saying, "This is the safest way to store eggs now. .”

"The purpose of our visit this time is to continue to trace the source of the egg." She said, "According to previous investigations, it is now certain that the egg is definitely not a single curse—it is a group of people." .”

Fatty nodded.

"Ah." Osamu Dazai found a loophole, "Listen to you, didn't the egg in your hand come from Tokyo?"

"Yes, this is what Mr. Gojo brought back from Yokohama to study." Chanyuan Maki said naturally, "Didn't he tell you?"

Absolutely not.

Seeing Dazai Osamu's puzzled expression, Pang Da knew exactly what that bad teacher who was famous in the magic world had done... As expected of something he could do, he walked away the curse under the eyes of others!

"Pickled vegetables!" The dog curly spine suddenly pulled away the high collar, and the runes on his cheeks twitched.

The vial in Zenyuan Maki's hand shook a bit, and the eggs inside woke up at some point, scattered from the shape of reunited salmon roe, clinging to the inner wall of the glass bottle, and pink mucus hung everywhere.

The girl immediately put the bottle on the table.

Pan Da said, "Cover your ears." He faced Osamu Dazai and reminded him.

Osamu Dazai immediately covered his ears.

The dog curled up and said, "Go to sleep."

The spell took effect instantly, and the eggs stuck to the inner wall suddenly fell, like plastic balls falling into the bottom of the bottle, falling into a deep sleep.

"Wow—" the black-haired man raised his eyebrows, "What a practical ability!"

The dog Curly Thorn covered his mouth, took out the cough medicine from his pocket and ate it quickly.Although the level of spell power of the eggs is not high, every time I use a spell on them, my throat is always itchy, which is more uncomfortable than solving a first-level curse.

"This is the first time that this racial group curse has appeared—" Zenyuan Maki continued, "If we use the analogy of bees or ants, we tend to judge that eggs have the same survival rules, and they all come from the same mother body , spread by extremely fast reproductive ability."

"So your task is actually to find the mother body of the egg and destroy it in one fell swoop?" Osamu Dazai paused, "During the Battle of Chinatown, the curse of the black lizard eroded a part/body of Tsukimisan Indus, so we have been Until now, it is believed that the egg is the egg of the black lizard. But according to your statement, it seems that this is not the case."

——That's why that annoying white hair is hiding so many things.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, with a slightly unhappy expression.

"Of course not." Chanyuan Maki shook her head, "The information shows that those are two completely different energies. The black lizard's remaining mana shows that it is an ordinary first-level curse, but the egg has a different mana remnant—— Maybe it shouldn't be called curse power... as far as I know, it is a kind of power that has the same source as curse but is not the same."

What Zenyuan Maki said was the same as Osamu Dazai's guess before, the existence of eggs is different from the two energies they now know-spell power and supernatural power.Although he can use "Disqualification in the World" to neutralize it, the effect and speed are obviously slowed down when facing the egg, and the conjurer seems to have no way to completely eradicate this kind of thing.

"I see." The dark-haired man's eyes were deep, thinking of the scene where the young man ran away instantly when he saw the egg, a strong sense of discomfort enveloped his heart.

This kind of dilemma in the situation made him upset, as if there was a net covering them all, but he couldn't even touch the edge of the truth.

Qinghuai seemed to have had a long dream, and when she woke up, her temples were beating like drums, and her brain nerves were throbbing with pain.

He still remembered the feeling of uncontrollable energy overflowing from his body when he saw the egg in the boy's hand, like a volcano that was about to erupt. The magma flowed along the blood vessels, scalding his whole body.

——That boy, is he all right?

He thought of Feng holding a sharp blade and breaking the egg in the opponent's hand into a piece of pink mucus. Fortunately, Osamu Dazai held his hand in time and forcibly stopped the ability, otherwise the consequences would be extremely serious.

Qinghuai stretched out his hands, and the wind blade cut a few shallow cuts in his hands, the bleeding had stopped, and a dark brown scar formed.

For the first time, he felt his power so clearly.

The bedroom door was pushed open a small gap, and the man leaned against the doorframe, the light behind him gave him a silhouette.

"Boss, you are awake."

The young man looked like he had just woken up, his soft black hair was messed up on the top of his head, and he looked over with wet black eyes, "...Morning."

"It's already eight o'clock in the evening." Osamu Dazai was quite helpless.

After the shopping mall's abilities got out of control, Qing Huai was in an extremely exhausted state, half asleep and half awake along the way, and was carried back by Osamu Dazai.

"Boss, your physical strength is not enough to support a power activation at all." Dazai Osamu thought for a while, "Physical training must continue, and the power control training will also begin."

"...Okay." Qing Huai scratched her hair, her feet were still limp when she stepped on the floor, as if she had just finished running ten kilometers the day before.

Osamu Dazai was right, his physical strength was indeed too weak among those with supernatural powers.

After washing up, Qing Huai was finally sober.

"By the way," Osamu Dazai told him, "The boy in the mall is a magician, and he and his companions are downstairs."

"Conjurer?" Qing Huai turned her head, "The appearance of the eggs has something to do with them?"

"On the contrary," Osamu Dazai said, "their appearance must be related to the eggs." He explained to Qinghuai his judgment on the characteristics of the egg-shaped curse group——

"It's not a complete curse, nor is it a supernatural creature." Qing Huai pursed his lips, and the sparse information gradually connected together, faintly constructing a terrible conjecture in his mind.

"Negative emotions." Qinghuai murmured, frowning and recalling the relevant clues carefully, he must have heard of such things somewhere...

[...The stability of all dimensional worlds is based on two emotional forces, positive emotions and negative emotions...]

This is one of the operating rules of the dimensional world that the posthumous system uses to recruit him and popularize science for him.

[...The guardian's workflow is divided into two steps, the first one is to prevent the villains from destroying the world...]

What is the second?

Qinghuai felt a pain in her temple, and her eyes were spinning.

There was the sound of breaking utensils, clothes hangers toppled, and the wooden beams of the izakaya vibrated violently, shaking off a cloud of dust and sawdust.

The entire three-story building shook, and the floor groaned hoarsely under his feet. Qing Huai couldn't stand still for a while, and was surrounded by the shoulders of the man behind him.

"It's an earthquake."

Qinghuai hadn't recovered before she was stuffed into the bathroom, squatting in a corner with her head pressed down.

But he didn't think about it at all, the nerves in his brain pulled his pain sensation, as if some information was about to come out, it turned into sharp needles and pierced his frontal lobe bit by bit.

A shattered picture flashed before my eyes——

He collapsed in the dark and damp small attic, the tip of his tongue tasted the taste of sulfuric acid, and the sharp pain spread along the base of his tongue to his throat, splitting his flesh/body and soul in half like a saw.

Qing Huai detached from his body and looked at the boy on the ground who looked exactly like him. His eyes were more silent than a pool of stagnant water. His dark pupils suddenly shrank, and a painful light shot out through Qing Huai's soul.

He looked at the locked wooden door, and a hoarse voice rang in Qing Huai's ears.

【I curse you...】

[Moon sees the mountain. 】

……

"Boss?" Osamu Dazai saw something wrong with the young man's eyes early on, pinched his face and rubbed it lightly, "Qinghuai?"

Qing Huai suddenly broke away from the fantasy, and the boy's sad eyes gradually faded away, turning into the familiar kite eyes in front of him.

"Curse." His voice was hoarse, "The curse was caused by Yue Jianshan Qinghuai, and the eggs had another reason."

The aftermath of the earthquake has not yet passed, the Japanese government's disaster warning sounded on the street, and there was a lot of noise outside.

It was only then that Qinghuai noticed that she was surrounded by a man in a corner, and her bandage-wrapped hands were still resting on his waist, the distance was terribly ambiguous.

"What's the reason?" Osamu Dazai seemed completely unaware of how dangerous his current posture was, and moved closer, his fiery breath slapping Qing Huai's face, making him also feel a layer of heat.

Snapped.

power cut.

Vision is briefly shut down, and the senses of smell and hearing are heightened.

Qing Huai heard his heart beating louder and louder, and the scent of lemon soap from the tip of his nose almost suffocated him.

"Boss." The hand on his waist suddenly touched his heart, and the man whispered in his ear, "Are you shy?"