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Isekai Fantasy: "The Demon King's Gourmet Tavern"

Victor, a once-renowned Michelin-starred chef, finds himself summoned to a bizarre world ruled by the Demon King. Stripped of his ordinary life, he is thrust into a chaotic realm where he must run the Demon King's Tavern, serving a variety of creatures, from demons to mythical beasts. With the help of a magical *Gourmet System*, Victor must master the culinary arts of this new world while navigating the challenges of a tavern owner. As Victor struggles to adapt, he learns that his culinary skills are crucial not just for profit but for survival. When a horde of goblins threatens the village of Stonehaven, Victor teams up with local warriors, including the fierce Grom and the resourceful Lyra, to defend their home. Together, they face unexpected challenges, employing clever tactics and traps to fend off the goblin raid. With each battle, Victor discovers new recipes, forms bonds with his quirky customers, and even uncovers the dark secrets of the Demon King’s realm. As he navigates the intricacies of tavern life and the dangers of this chaotic world, Victor realizes that his true calling may not just be to serve delicious food but to unite the creatures of this realm against a common enemy. *The Demon King’s Gourmet Tavern* is a tale of adventure, camaraderie, and the power of culinary creativity, blending humor and action in a magical setting where every dish tells a story.

DaoistooFk14 · Fantasy
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86 Chs

Chapter 63: Shadows in the Emberheart Grove

The Emberheart Grove was a sight unlike any other—a forest of trees with blazing orange and red leaves that shimmered like fire. Their bark emitted a faint warmth, and the very air was alive with a gentle hum, as if the grove itself were breathing. Victor crouched near one of the Emberheart Trees, carefully planting the last of the precious seeds. The ground was soft, and the act of planting felt strangely calming despite the growing tension in the air.

"This should be the last one," Victor said, brushing his hands on his tunic and standing.

Elara, her staff aglow with a faint icy-blue light, walked up beside him. "Good. The grove needs to heal, but something feels... off," she murmured, her brows furrowing.

Lyra, always the vigilant protector, stood nearby with her shield raised. She scanned the horizon, her emerald eyes sharp. "I don't like this silence. It's too quiet. Where are the usual sounds? The birds, the insects?"