19 Chapter 19: Making Waves

"Ha!? You don't know what mystery is?" Airmid blinked at him in surprise.

"Uhh, that's why I'm asking duh." Lars rolled his eyes.

"Don't fight you two~ Lars. Mystery is the most rare DA, ever. Only a handful of people has it." Demeter explained.

"Woah... Then it must be overpowered right?" Lars' tune changed.

"Well, it can help me make items with magical effects." Airmid shrugged and Lars thought of the possibilities.

"Good job! That's going to help us a lot!" He first thought of making magical harvesters for Demeter.

After all, she hasn't asked any question about his little farm. Well, he could just retreat to the dungeon anyway.

And Airmid already unlocked her magic. Even if Demeter locks her falna, she could maybe still use it. If not, then she can be an elixir factory.

The entirety of Orario does not want to mess with them. 'Praise oh almighty Alfia-sama.' Lars prayed.

"Come on, let's test your new prowess!" Lars was about to pull her into the dungeon again.

"No! I want a vacation! I demand one!" Airmid protested and he blinked in shock.

"Ahhh, I have erred. I acted like a boss of a black company..." Lars clicked his tongue.

"Okay, you'll have a week off. Enjoy your time Airmid, but after that. The grind continues, for it never stops." Lars nodded sagely.

She sighed in relief that he wasn't against a vacation.

"Finally, some real rest..." Airmid sighed at his antics.

"Go on, you deserve to rest..." Demeter looked a bit distracted.

"You okay, Demeter?" Lars asked her and she snapped out of it.

"Yes, I just need to have a little nap is all." Demeter shooed them away.

"I guess I'll explore Orario for now." Lars gave Alfia a message to bring Airmid back to Monstro.

She wasn't safe in the surface at all. And unlike Lars, she can't fight back against people that are higher up in her weight class.

Not yet at least. "I hope you enjoy your time." Demeter smiled at them.

And when they left, she frowned. "How am I going to reveal this in the Denatus?" Demeter thought that the gods will be on their asses.

The record for the fastest level up to 2 was a year. Even the Zeus and Hera familias didn't grow that quick.

And Airmid broke that record by miles. Only needing two months, while being a healer by nature.

Unlike Loki's doll princess, which is now being called the sword princess. Airmid's skill and magic is for healing.

"This will be a headache..." Demeter massaged her forehead.

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Lars was currently roaming around, fulfilling one of his wishes.

And that is to check out the local cuisine. "Man, I kind of forgot because I was stuck there. But this is what I love to do."

He checked out the different types of cuisine in another world.

There were a lot of similarities, but some food were really different. Like it matched the past eras preparation.

But it was still better than the food of earth. Because everywhere, there is magic.

While stuffing his face with a bunch of jagamarkuns, he stumbled upon a woman.

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"Sorry, big sis. I was distracted you see?" Lars apologized and he looked at the woman.

"That is of no concern, child." She smiled at him and Lars could feel it.

There were only 2 goddesses that he has seen so far, being Demeter and Hephaestus.

But they have this aura on them that just says I am a god.

His eyes glazed over for a quick second, but he snapped out of it and he shook his head.

"Well, pretty lady, nice to meetcha!" He winked at her and he went on his merry way while stuffing his face with his potato puffs.

"No way..." She was shocked out of her mind. "Are you fine, my lady?" A large man with animal ears appeared besides her.

"No... No I am not, Ottar. That child, he brushed off my charm like nothing." The woman was still processing things.

"Shall I get him for you, lady Freya?" He looked at Lars who was looking around for unique food.

"That won't be necessary... Who are you, child? And why can't I see through your soul?" Freya squinted her eyes.

"That lady sure was pretty, I guess as expected of a goddess. Good thing my balls aren't making testosterone yet." Lars shrugged.

And that would've been a sufficient explanation. If the place was a normal world that is.

But that's a story for another time. Lars then saw a pretty popular place. "Hostess of fertility?"

He walked inside and he shuddered when a black haired cat girl locked eyes with him.

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"Nya nya nya! A cute little boy!? Are you here to dine with us?" She had immense speed and Lars was shocked.

'She appeared right in front of me instantly? Then she must be a level 4... A damned waitress is level 4?' Lars wanted to laugh.

"Um, yes. Is there a table open?" Lars asked and she dragged her tail on his chest. "Of course~ nya."

"Seating one! So, what's yurrr name?" She purred at him.

He gulped and thought that she must be one of those.

"Touch me and you'll be arrested." Lars said seriously and she started sweating.

"O-okay, let's not get to that point. I'm Chloe, so what's your name?" Her voice got a bit shaky.

"I'm Lars... You should get a better hobby, Chloe." Lars looked at her with disgust.

"Oooh~ that stare. Those golden eyes that look at me with disgust! I'm... I'm cu-" She was suddenly pulled by a blonde woman.

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"Hello, sir... I am terribly sorry for my co-worker. Please, let this Lunoire take your order." She smiled, but it was strained.

"Well, I'll have one of everything. How about you give me a discount?" Lars was a master of exploit.

And he used Chloe's misbehavior for a chance to get a discount.

"C-certainly..." Lunoire winced and she thought that Chloe would be getting a beating.

For the owner of the restaurant/bar is a level 6.

Dangling his legs and sighing, Lars just waited for the food to come.

After a quick 15 minutes, a large woman then slammed tons of plates on the table.

"I hear you shook down one of my girls? You've got some balls, kid." She stared at him and he raised a brow.

"Well, one of your girls harassed me. What do you have to say about that?" Lars returned her glare.

He was no pussy. "Hmph, I like ya. You've got guts. All of this is half off, but you've gotta pay full price next time ya hear me!?

The name's Mia Grand, enjoy kid." She waved as she walked back to the back room.

"She's strong... Oh well, better start eating. What should I start with?" Lars looked at the food with sparkling eyes.

He then started stuffing his face. The patrons even started betting if he could finish it all.

But he quickly finished all the food in one sitting, and he didn't even look like he gained a gram of weight.

"Damn... What is that kid's stomach made of? Is he a 1st class Pallum adventurer or something?" Mia was shocked.

"Thanks for the food, hey Lunoire. Grab me another two orders of everything." Lars looked at Chloe and he stuck his tongue out.

Chloe then paled and Mia glared at the cat girl.

Lars walked up to Mia and he paid with gold coins. "That was good, the best I've tasted. Too bad there's a pervert here." Lars looked at Chloe again.

"Kuhahaha! Don't be too harsh on her kid, she doesn't do anything to little boys! Though I should beat it out of her." Mia glared at her.

Lars is a paragon of gender equality. And he nodded at Mia's decision to discipline her waitress.

He knew that people were treated as adults at a tender age of 14 or 15 at the world he was now in.

But he was clearly still too young. "I'll forgive you if you let me play with your tail and ears later, maybe after 4 or 5 years." Lars shrugged.

"Nya, Mama Mia! He said he'll forgive me! Can we talk about this for a second!?" Chloe was sweating bullets.

"You lost me a lot of money." Mia cracked her knuckles.

"Rest in peace, shota loving cat girl." Lunoire prayed for her soul.

"Nyoooo!" Chloe's scream was heard as Lars exited the building with a satisfied smile.

He then gave Demeter some soft food to eat because she wasn't feeling well. And Lars went towards the dungeon on his lonesome.

"The grind never stops." He cracked his neck and he created black claws on his fingers.

The very first goblin he saw, he ran at it and tore it apart with savagery.

His teeth then turned into daggers and he bit off its face.

A pink glow appeared on his back. "Airmid can't see this, not yet. And it made me so hungry!"

He feasted on its flesh before he swallowed its magic stone.

Lars then continued his hunt as he ate any monster he saw on the way. And the more he feasted, the hungrier he became.

Kobolds tasted like gamey chicken, along with goblins. Frog shooters had firm meat, like lean chicken.

Orcs were like pork belly, as he chewed on one's arm as the monster started to bleed out.

His face was covered in blood. And the crystal scythes on his arm were too.

"Similar to pork cutlets, you guys are delicious huh?" Lars' golden eyes targeted the orcs.

Just a child that was several centimeters taller than a meter. Facing three meter tall orcs.

He nimbly dodged the club of one and he lunged onto its face. With a terrible crunch, its face got torn off as he chewed.

Bone was crunched and the sound of a gulp resounded.

He then enjoyed his prey thoroughly before crushing their magic stones in between his teeth.

"Not enough, more..." He took out magic stones from his inventory and ate them by the handfuls.

He then saw an infant dragon and it was a bit taller than him. But it was longer than an orc.

Lars grinned and he spawned scythes on his arms. "We've got a juicy one."

The infant dragon roared at him and released flames from its mouth.

Lars quickly maneuvered his way out of it and he went to its back. He slashed its tail and it got cut off.

It roared in pain and it rampaged around. Lars then grabbed the fallen tail and he started chewing on it.

"Why do you all taste like chicken? It doesn't matter, it's high quality anyway." He taunted the dragon who glared at him hatefully.

Charging with reckless abandon, it wants to trample the enemy. But Lars charged head on as well.

With his lithe body, he attacked. "Hngh!" A heavy thud resounded as he kneed its chin.

Its jaw shattered into pieces and was concussed to oblivion.

Lars pointed his palm on its head and a spike appeared out of it.

"I can use the tusks of needle rabbits as pile drivers at least." Lars looked at the dragon that struggled a bit before dying.

"Let's see if you're a bit more filling than the others." He started eating it and it was more delicious than the previous ones.

He reached the middle floors and the minotaurs interested him. "I wonder if you taste like steaks."

A pack of them roared at him and they charged at him.

Lars caught the first one by the horns and he slammed it on the ground.

He breathed in deeply and he roared as well. Oscillatory waves that the bad bats use in the upper floors was released.

A sonic wave ruptured the eardrums of the minotaurs and they were stunned.

Lars then tore off the horn of the concussed minotaur on the ground and he stabbed it right in the eye with it.

"I hope these guys don't have mad cow disease." Lars started eating its head and it had exquisite brains.

"Ooh... I like that..." He eyed the others and he grinned.

"Minotaur steak huh? Too bad I can't cook you medium rare." Lars charged at them and he started hacking them to pieces with his crystal scythes.

Grabbing their eyes with his black, bladed claws.

And stabbing them with tusks that spawned from his palms.

"I'll eat you until nothing is left, aren't I a respectful person?" Lars began his feast.

Sounds of flesh tearing and bones being crunched resounded as the other monsters around looked at him warily.

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