Kimura Kazuki knew that Takeshi Rena was actually sent by Ryo Otake to start a scene.
Actually, there was no need for that. Ryo Otake, however, was attentive to detail, so Kimura Kazuki accepted his ideas wholeheartedly.
Nonetheless, she was thankful to Ryo Otake for sending Tadeshi Rena over. Looking at the warrior shadow behind Takeshi Rena, Kimura Kazuki asked calmly, "Are you here for the manuscripts?"
"Yup." Takeshi Rena answered honestly. "Miss Qingqiu, you have not updated your comics for a month... Based on the rules, you have to upload one new chapter per week to be published in installments. Otherwise, you might lose a lot of readers. If you still refuse to upload any new chapters, I am afraid Seikisha will cut your comics off their company..."
Seikisha? What a coincidence!
Kimura Kazuki was slightly surprised. She had not thought that Ryo Otake was the editor of Seikisha...
After some contemplation, she let out a friendly smile, "Do editors usually come to the comic artist's residence to ask for their manuscripts?"
Even Chiba Shiori could not resist Kimura Kazuki's smile, it was only natural that the same would apply to Takeshi Rena. She was in a daze for a while. After snapping out of it, she stuttered, "No, not exactly. We usually ask for manuscripts through phone calls since these comics strips are to be uploaded to the magazine. Only comics artists who are well-known in the industry would be visited by the editors asking for manuscripts." After speaking such statements, Takeshi Rena was also curious.
The comic strips of the girl known as Kimura Kazuko in front of her were not well-known. Why would the Chief Editor ask her to pressure Kimura Kazuko for her manuscripts? Was it because Kimura Kazuko was staying at the Weier apartment? Or was it her established family background, making it harder for them to cut off her comics?
Takeshi Rena harbored resentment toward the rich and famous in the past. However, she did not feel any resentment toward Kimura Kazuko.
Kimura Kazuki nodded her head. Then, she looked at the back of Takeshi Rena. The warrior shadow was still standing beside Takeshi Rena unmovingly.
The strength of this thing was... actually weak, it did not even reach the First Foundation State. However, it was similar to a ghost. Hence, Kimura Kazuki was attentive to it.
After being lost in her thoughts, Kimura Kazuki said, "I will resume uploading comics next week." She gave a smile and said, "This is the first time I am visited by editors asking for my manuscripts. I think this is a good experience. If you have anything in the future, you can give me a call. I can help you with any small matters."
Takeshi Rena was not good at concealing her emotions, so Kimura Kazuki could see how Takeshi Rena was feeling through one glance. So, she had acted the role of a young lady of high status. Kimura Kazuki knew that if she left a deep impression on Takeshi Rena, she would definitely think of her at the first second if she faces any trouble.
Kimura Kazuki gave his own personal contact number to Takeshi Rena instead of "Kimura Kazuki's."
"Sure!" Takeshi Rena added Kimura Kazuki's number into her phone contact list excitedly. At this point, she had willingly dropped all of her pride, ego, and dignity as it would be foolish to reject such an opportunity. The contact given was different from the one on the notes provided by her boss. Perhaps this was the private contact number of the young woman in front of her.
By asking for manuscripts from a comic artist, she had earned such a fortune.
Takeshi Rena might have exhausted half of her lifetime's fortune to meet such a young lady of high status right before her.
Subsequently, Kimura Kazuki and Takeshi Rena engaged in a conversation happily, and both got to know each other more. Takeshi Rena revealed her family matters bit by bit as Kimura Kazuki slowly led into it.
Takeshi Rena grew up in a single-parent household. She was raised by her father, and she had a younger brother. However, from Takeshi Rena's story, Kimura Kazuki felt that Tadeshi Rena's younger brother was a lost cause. From Takeshi Rena's description, her brother frequently cooped himself at home. If they weren't, she probably would not even interact with him at all.
However, from her description, Takeshi Yuta, Takeshi Rena's younger brother, seemed to be improving himself...
Upon hearing Takeshi Rena's words, Kimura Kazuki was deep in thought. If she guessed correctly, her main focus was on Takeshi Rena's brother.
Time went by swiftly as both women were conversing with one another. When Takeshi Rena was using the washroom, she glanced through her cell phone. She found out that it was already 5 o'clock in the evening and she was startled. She needed to go to her company for reports. Hence, she immediately bid farewell to Kimura Kazuki.
Kimura Kazuki did not try to ask Takeshi Rena to stay. He told Takeshi Rena that he would upload her comics next week. After bidding farewell to Takeshi Rena, he sat on a sofa and took out her cellphone and a notebook. Then, he started texting romantic messages written in the notebook to his seven "boyfriends."
After receiving news transmitted by Kimura Kazuki, Ryo Otake signaled the other seven police officers to start their romantic texting session.
The texting session was actually very significant. Based on Kimura Kazuki's assumptions, Natsuna Yamanaka filtered and picked her victims based on data messages. Or else, how would she be able to murder three women within two or three days? Searching for victims was a bothersome process. Natsuna Yamanaka's choices of victims were pretty strange. Her victims were women who were in a relationship with different men.
A case that was rare enough as it is. She could even find many cases as such. She was smart.
In the end, Kimura Kazuki stopped sending text messages after securing a dinner date with one of his "boyfriends." Of course, the dinner date was fake. The message was to lure Natsuna Yamanaka.
Later that night, he was standing at the french window of his bedroom. Kimura Kazuki gazed at the Tokyo Tower from afar and let out a sigh. It was good to be rich... All of a sudden, a greenish-black ghost face passed through his windows.
Kimura Kazuki turned his head rapidly with an expression of fear and panic. He shouted, "Who's there?"
Kimura Kazuki glanced twice and regained his composure. He did not think that Natsuna Yamanaka would come here so fast. It looked like she had a personal vendetta against beautiful women. He was only sending out his selfies to his "boyfriends" a moment ago, but he was actually trying to lure Natsuna Yamanaka out.
Indeed... Natsuna Yamanake was already searching for him in just less than an hour.
Even though Kimura Kazuki was sympathetic to Natsuna Yamanaka's plight, she should not become a ghost after her death and harm someone else.
While lost in thought, his eyes were fixated on the computer in her bedroom. The computer screen suddenly lit up. The whiteness of the light was as blurry as the old television and emitted a buzzing sound. It was horrifying in such a big bedroom. The next moment, the computer shone again, and he saw a big tree and a house on the computer screen. This made Kimura Kazuki had a flashback. This was Sato's house at Spirit District, which was also where Natsuna Yamanake was found dead...
As time passed, he could see that the ground underneath the tree was shaking gently.
Kimura Kazuki was speechless. Natsuna Yamanaka was actually emulating the classic scene from the movie, "The Ring." She was thinking of appearing out from the computer screen to scare him.
Moreover, Kimura Kazuki had to express emotions of fear to play along with her act.
Any normal individual involved in such a situation would probably be horrified and broken down. Even though "The Ring" was a movie, the movie alone had scared many people to death.
The emotions portrayed in a movie would be different than in reality.
Kimura Kazuki would play along with Natsuna Yamanaka. However, he still needed to confirm something.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

Forgive the length of this message, this is the first and possibly the last time I'll have access to a computer so I thought I'd better write this all down while I can and get it to those who should know. I'm leaving town; I don't know where I'm going, I'm just getting as far away as I can.

Okay so as some of you may know, I took out a loan and opened my own auto shop a little over year ago. Business has been going decently well, I can't complain, and I've always been grateful to all of my customers who would come to me exclusively when God knows there are so many already established places in town. I've been doing well enough that I was able to hire on my buddy Neil a few months ago, and he's been working hard and helping out really well, as I always knew he would.

Well, I needed to take a day and go to a Lamaze class with Rebecca last month, and so I entrusted the shop to Neil for the morning and most of the afternoon. That's the day I think everything actually started, because when I got back, he seemed to be in a stupor and was covered in oil. He'd even had some smeared across his face, as if he'd tried to drink it or something. I told him to go home and clean himself up because we had no clients at the moment and I could take care of anyone who came in for the time being.

He came back 45 minutes later but he was still much quieter than usual. He worked as well as he ever did, but something just seemed off about him. I asked him if anything happened while I was out and he just shook his head. I asked how many clients we had, and he just muttered something unintelligible. I asked him to repeat himself and he turned and glared at me and for the briefest moment I could've swore his eyes appeared to be completely black, no iris, no sclera, just utter all consuming blackness. I stumbled back and bumped a shelf, knocking things down. When I looked back at him, he was still looking at me, but he didn't seem to be glaring hatefully the way he had before, he just seemed kind of…out of it.

"Just a couple," he answered. "Some woman, and then a tattooed biker-type looking dude." I assumed one of them must've asked for an oil change and that's when he spilled it, so I asked if he had any trouble and he simply shrugged. I had looked around the garage while he was gone and I saw no traces of an oil spill, so whatever had happened he must've gotten it all on himself and none of it anywhere else, miraculously. But he seemed reluctant to talk about it, so I didn't press the issue, and we worked on throughout the day. That day and the next were relatively normal other than him still being awkward and quiet. I asked him if he'd like to go out and get us lunch while I tended the shop and he said "sure."

When he came back I was busy doing a diagnostic for a client, so he put the food on the counter in the office to wait for me and he went ahead and ate. I finished up with that customer, we'd have to keep her car over night to figure out just why it kept dying on her, so I asked Neil to give her a ride home and then I went to grab my food. He'd brought me some Chinese food and an iced tea, so I opened the soy sauce packets to pour some over my food when I noticed the strangest thing…

It was as if the soy sauce was a living thing somehow…spreading out like dozens of squirming inky black maggots when it fell into the fried rice and burying itself inside. I took the fork and started to scoop out the rice to look deeper inside and small smoky tendrils would rise from the rice occasionally and dissipate. I was incredibly hungry at that point but I was way too creeped out to eat that so I chucked it and the iced tea in the garbage and decided I'd just wait 'til I got home that evening to eat something I'd prepared with my own hands. I'd never in my life seen anything remotely like that and I couldn't even fathom how I would ask Neil if he'd noticed anything similar. As cold and distanced as he'd been lately I was sure he'd look at me like I was looney tunes, so I just shut up about it.

That Friday we went down to the ol' watering hole as we always do to get some drinks and watch the local bands play, and Neil was just as quiet and distanced as he had been all week. He's not a bad looking fellow, though, and so despite him not really going out of his way to speak to anyone, a woman went over to where he was sitting and started talking to him, and they ended up leaving together that night.

Monday morning I tried breaking the ice by asking how his weekend went, he gave me a nod and muttered "alright." I asked him if he got lucky with that young woman I saw him with, and he gave me the smallest grin, which was quite possibly the first grin I'd seen on his face in a week, and said "it went well." I didn't pressure him for details, I knew he'd share if he chose to, and his small grin was enough to assuage my worries and lend me some hope that he might get back to his old self soon.

The day was relatively busy until about 3PM, so I finally had a spare moment to sit in the office and listen to the radio while I waited on the next client. So there I was, leaning back in my chair with my feet propped up on my desk when I swiveled around and looked at my bulletin board that sits behind my head with all manner of clippings stuck to it. I had a few sunday comic strips such as Garfield and Calvin & Hobbes that I'd read maybe a hundred times since I'd opened shop there…but that day something was different.

The first panel seemed normal, but in each subsequent panel, inky black tendrils crept out from the edges of the frame and from behind the characters. Blood dripped from the ears and eyes and sometimes even their noses, and in each of the strips one of the characters would say "HE COMES!"

I sat staring in astonishment for a moment before I realized the tendrils were moving ever so slowly, and then each of the characters' heads turned ever-so-slowly towards me and I threw myself back away from the bulletin board, sliding over my desk and onto the floor. I ran out into the garage and yelled for Neil, I could not be the only one to see this! To my surprise, he had gone…and so I hesitantly walked back to the office and peered inside. The comics were still corrupted, but they no longer appeared to be moving. I crept over to it and reached out to pluck one of the comics free when I noticed the inky black tendrils starting to seep across the page towards where my fingers were at least three times as fast as they'd moved before and I jerked my hand away. Nothing good could possibly come from letting that blot of ink touch my skin.

Of course I ripped the entire bulletin board down, burned it in a tin trashcan out back, and never spoke of it again. That night I went home and my wife was already in bed, fast asleep. My mind was racing and I couldn't even bring myself to eat dinner that night. With no one to vent my worries to, I fell into a restless sleep, and kept awaking to nightmare after nightmare seemingly every hour of the night until I just gave up on sleep entirely.

That Friday I went to the bar again, even though my wife couldn't drink, being pregnant and all, and Neil wasn't really any fun to hang with anymore, and none of my other friends could seem to be reached. I just needed to get a good buzz and I'd start feeling better, I reckoned. After downing a couple beers I excused myself to the restroom when I noticed I was more inebriated than I'd estimated, so I leaned over the sink to splash some water onto my face and that's when I heard it. Like a sheet of fabric being dragged across a floor, a voice rasped ever so quietly out of the drain. It sounded like a prolonged exhale for the longest time until I finally recognized words hidden amongst all those vowels. "Heeee cooooomes!"

Cracks appeared in the porcelain, snaking out from the ring around the drain. At least, they looked like cracks at first…but after a few seconds I recognized them as the same tendrils of corruption I'd seen in the comics earlier that week…snaking their way slowly along. I stumbled backwards out of the bathroom door and right into someone's chest. I turned around and stared up into the pitch black eyes of a six and a half foot biker with tattoos covering every piece of exposed skin besides his hands and head. I stumbled quickly away from him and his evil piercing gaze followed me as I retreated through the bar. It felt like a dream, where whenever you're running for your life it feels like running through quicksand. As I walked across the room I noticed the biker wasn't the only one staring at me. It seemed every pair of eyes in the place were focused on me, and more than half of those eyes appeared to be perfectly black, with no hint of iris or sclera. A few lips moved, and though I couldn't hear their voices over the sound of the jukebox I could easily guess what they were saying. "He comes!"

I didn't get a wink of sleep that night.

I haven't been getting much sleep for the past couple of weeks as a matter of fact, which I'm guessing those of you who've spoken to me recently could've guessed. I keep seeing those pitch black eyes staring at me. I'm afraid every one I see will turn and whisper those words to me, staring deep into my soul with that evil glare. Every time I go near a sink or go to grab a bite to eat I'm afraid I'll see those inky snaking tendrils squiggling towards me. Even my wife has seemed cold and distanced lately.

Then tonight as I'm driving home from work, struggling to keep my eyes open so that I don't drift into oncoming traffic, my cell phone rang and it was Rebecca. She was on her way to the hospital to have our baby, and for the first time in two weeks I was actually happy!

She was in the labor room strapped to a monitor when I got there, watching for her contractions. She barely noticed when I walked in, but didn't seem startled when I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine. I tried talking to her, but she was unresponsive, and I was so tired I didn't even realize I had started to drift off to sleep until the nurses came in and started moving her to the delivery room about a half hour later. I put on my scrubs and a hair net and went in with her to hold her hand and coach her through like they'd trained us in Lamaze, when she started cursing and screaming.

I was prepared for that, as well as her ever tightening grip on my hand, but when I saw the movement in her tummy my mind started to reel. The doctor said the baby was crowning and told her to push. I echoed his orders and she screamed at me with a voice I couldn't begin to describe. When I looked down at her she was staring up at me with those same eyes I'd seen on the biker. The same eyes I thought I'd seen on Neil weeks before. I tried to jerk my hand away but she maintained her grip. Black tar-like blood splashed the front of the doctor's scrubs, but he seemed to pay no heed. When I looked at her tummy again, black veins seemed to stand out beneath her skin, pulsating. She continued to stare at me, and she was no longer screaming, just grinning…those obsidian eyes boring into me.

"To invoke the Nezperdian hivemind of Chaos," she breathed in a raspy voice.

"He who waits behind the wall," the doctor continued as he stared down at the child, my child, lying silently, cradled in his bloodstained hands. He looked up and raised the baby, and it appeared to be covered in oozing inky black liquid, much like that that had covered Neil a couple weeks prior. It did not cry out, but it was alive, and it moved when he held it up. When its eyes opened, they were as black as my wife's. As black as the doctor's. In unison, they all breathed his name.

"Zalgo!"

I ripped my hand free of my wife's iron grip and stumbled out of the room, barrelling into the nurses passing in the corridor just outside. When I stood up and looked back into the room, I could see the inky black tendrils seeming to extend from the doctor and my newborn, across the floor to where I stood. I turned and ran down the hall to the elevator and slammed my finger into the buttons. When I looked back, the tendrils had come into the hallway, yet no one else seemed to notice until it slithered over their feet and up their legs, at which point they abruptly stopped, turned and looked at me with those same obsidian eyes.

I abandoned my effort to call the elevator and broke into a panicked run for the stairs. I ran down the 15 flights of stairs all the way to the lobby, tore ass out into the parking lot, hopped in my car and started driving. I didn't know where the fuck I was going, I just had to get the fuck away from there. I don't know if I'm going crazy, it certainly seems like it, but I just can't be around anyone I know anymore. They all have those same eyes and those same dead stares and even my child…oh god my baby.

I still saw those eyes staring at me from the cars beside me, and by some strange coincidence the same biker from the previous Friday night at the bar pulled up beside me an hour away from the hospital and followed me for nearly two miles. He'd turn and stare at me, grinning. I couldn't see his eyes through his sunglasses this time but I knew it was the same guy. His tattoos seemed to move of their own free will, the flaming skull on his right bicep began bleeding from its eyesockets.

As soon as I could, I slammed on my brakes, allowing him to fly past me as I swerved to my left and did a U-turn. I think I lost him, that was about an hour ago. I'm at a motel 3 hours out of town, the first place I found that has wifi, and I'm tired, and I'm shaking, and my hand itches where my wife's nails scratched me open. I honestly don't know what to do, or who I can turn to. This story will sound insane and I'll probably be institutionalized and I'm not sure that wouldn't be the best thing for me but I just can't bear to look into those eyes anymore. Every time I see someone new and they stare at me I start to panic because I know…I just know it's out there looking for me, w̝̹̩͎͍̘h̪a͖̮͚̪͓t̩͍͎̣̱e̖̜v̪͈̹̥̟ͅe̤̖͙r̗̱̹ͅ ̲͕̳̟͓̰i͉̝̼̤̜̱t͕̼̤ ̝̱̮͕͔̤i̩̭̤̬s̩͇.̖͎̬̱

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this book is about creepypasta. Every new chapter is new creepypasta story but if story is too big or have parts than it will take more than 1 chapter to publish. thank you for views!

Boeuf bourguignon.
According to the plot of Food Wars, the main protagonist, Yukihira Soma, made Yukihira's red wine stewed beef in the first class at Togetsu. Teacher Roland Chapel who never smiled highly commended him.
In fact, it was home cooking in France.
In the fixed recipe, boeuf bourguignon had many ways to cook depending on the chef's skills.
Could Xia Yu make boeuf bourguignon?
If it was other Western food, it might be a big problem for him.
However, Xia Yu, as a foodie with a hands-on ability, naturally found the recipe in the appendix of the comic and worked hard for a long time for boeuf bourguignon when 'Food Wars' was popular at the time.
What really hurt was that the boeuf bourguignon cooked according to the recipe in the comics did not taste good and could even be evaluated as poor. At that time, Xia Yu thought about it and finally caught a key flaw in the comics recipe. There was no honey!
Later, he heard about a French movie 'Julie and Julia' in 2009 from a friend who also enjoyed food related comics. He made boeuf bourguignon referring to the description of the many French cuisines in the film. It was considered as the real boeuf bourguignon and tasted particularly good. 
"Is everything prepared?" 
After washing his hands and wearing an apron and a kitchen hat, Xia Yu had completed a chef's basic etiquette. He looked at the kitchen counter of the western restaurant. 
Two large pieces of thawed beef. This was the main ingredient. 
"Beef shoulder meat, excellent quality, frozen for 8 hours and 56 minutes, fresh." 
Xia Yu touched beef with his hands, the Chef God System gave the ingredients identification information. It was green quality. 
"Beef shoulder? Yes, the meat in this position is finer in fibre and tastes smooth and tender. It is suitable for stewing, roasting, braising and firing curry," Xia Yu murmured to himself and looked at other ingredients. "I can start!"
Thump! 
A very thick chunk of beef was thrown onto the chopping board. Xia Yu chose the sharpest kitchen knife in knife holder. He used the index finger, middle finger and thumb. Three fingers pinched the handle and blade. He breathed slowly twice and started to cut!
The two kitchen hands and Head Chef Kasumigaoka only saw the silver light flashing by, and the beef on the chopping board did not seem to change at all.
But Xia Yu's movements didn't stop. His right hand kept moving up and down at a very regular pace, as if he were directing an orchestra. The knife collided with the chopping board, and the sound was very pleasant.
Chef Kasumigaoka's face changed.
He clearly remembered something and stared at Xia Yu who was seriously dealing with beef. "This knife skill... Is he a student at Togetsu?"
He also noticed that the way Xia Yu held the knife was a bit strange.
He stared at Xia Yu until Xia Yu finished handling the two large pieces of thick beef. Head Chef Kasumigaoka was even more puzzled.
There might be geniuses who had these kinds of knife skills among Togetsu's middle school and high school students. However, from this young man, he seemed to have witnessed a head chef's quality and elegance, which students who were still in school could not have. He was the one and only.
At this point of time, Head Chef Kasumigaoka had a sweaty face and immersed himself in thinking. 
From the moment that Xia Yu was processing ingredients, this kitchen seemed to change its owner and he could only be the kitchen hand for Xia Yu.
At that time, Kasumigaoka was also a top student at the cooking school. But the competition in Togetsu was very cruel. Barely any graduates made it out. He was weeded out in the second year of high school as he did not have the talent.
"Done!"
Xia Yu dealt with two big chunks of beef in one go. And he got some bacon strips and diced them evenly.
Next, he threw bacon strips of equal size into the pot and added water to cook. Xia Yu turned on the gas stove and glanced at it, and then turned back and said, "Help me get kitchen paper..."
Head Chef Kasumigaoka quickly handed him the roll of kitchen paper.
Moisture was taboo in beef dishes. The cut beef pieces must be squeezed dry. So, kitchen paper came in handy. Xia Yu's expression was serious. He constantly pulled out the kitchen paper, wrapped the pieces of beef, and squeezed repeatedly.
But, after all, one person couldn't handle the ingredients prepared for six people, so Xia Yu glanced at Head Chef Kasumigaoka next to him and the two other young kitchen hands. "Help me together!"
After the beef was drained, there were still many side dishes on the kitchen counter that had not been processed such as carrots, mushrooms, and parsley. Xia Yu handed over the work of making side dishes to Chef Kasumigaoka. Xia Yu took the pan and hot pot to start frying the bacon pieces after adding olive oil.
The bacon was fried brown, and Xia Yu silently counted the time of frying, down to the seconds.
He took the bacon out. There was leftover lard in the pan. The fire of the gas stove was still burning. Xia Yu skilfully grabbed pieces of dehydrated beef with the kitchenware and put them in the pan to fry.
With deep-fried sizzling sounds, Xia Yu tumbled the beef pieces, making every side of the beef a beautiful dark brown. 
When it turned to dark brown, it meant that it was ready to go. 
Xia Yu put aside the fried beef and reached out to the kitchen counter with his hands. "Chopped carrots and big onions!" 
A young kitchen hand hurriedly handed over the vegetable basket. 
There was still some oil left in the wok, so there was no need to add oil. Xia Yu tilted the vegetable basket and at the same time, he added carrots and large onions into the pan to stir fry. It couldn't be overcooked. When the vegetables were coated in golden oil, he could take them out of the pot.
Xia Yu poured the carrots and large onions into the prepared iron saucepan, followed by the dark brown beef, salt and black pepper. The specific dosage depended on the chef's grasp. 
The two kitchen hands opened their eyes wide. "Hey, is it really okay for him to put salt and pepper like this?" A kitchen hand was distraught when he saw Xia Yu like that. 
"I think there is no problem!" His companion looked at Xia Yu's sweaty back, but he was full of admiration and envy. "Is he a student of Togetsu? He is surely a talented person..."
He thought about how he had learned cooking for a few years. He was still a kitchen hand, and he could not cook by himself. The young man bowed his head and clenched his fists in disbelief.
After salt and pepper, there was a more important process.
Flour!
Xia Yu grabbed a handful of flour and carefully sprinkled the beef and ingredients in the pot, forming a white batter to lock the moisture of the beef and increase the viscosity of the soup.
You didn't need much flour. He just sprinkled a layer lightly. The next step was to stir.
Drip!
The oven had been preheated to about 230 degrees. The iron pan was uncovered. Put it in the oven and heat it for 4 minutes. Then take out the flour and bake it for another 4 minutes.
He took the cast iron pan out of the oven for the second time, and a strong fragrance filled the kitchen.
But the cooking process had not been completed.
Various ingredients of parsley, crushed leaves, thyme...
Finally, pour red wine to drown half of the beef, add less boiled water, and then put the iron pan on the gas stove and boil it.


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

Sitting in a interrogation room Jerdon nervously looked at the middle age man in a police uniform infornt of him. The man look at Jerdon with a deep frown.
"Baren I will ask once more why were you in that area at night. You should've have been home sleeping. Answer."

Jerdon look in the man eyes .
(Who the f**k is baren. damn god if you're going to put me in a someone body at least let me get his memories.)
"Uhmm  I went to the party there and left early" Jerdon tried to play cool.

The man look at him his frown becoming deeper. He thought something seem strange my son is a meek boy who rarely go out his room and is bullied by his fellow classmates. That why I was going to send him to his mother to live. Should we did she have to live in Salem. A bunch of freaks roam that area.

Jerdon watch man shook is head as he look at him. 
" Okay I will drive you back home. Your lucky you left early. Remember to pack your belonging you going to go live with your mom tomorrow."
The man stood up and lead Jerdon out the station. He drove Jerdon to small house and left saying he need to finish his shift.

Jerdon stared at  the empty house for a while but then quickly move to the kitchen.He had the sudden urge for meat. He went through the fridge and food bag of nuggets, a pound of chicken, a box of cold pizza and some strips of ham and bacon.
He  quickly cook the nuggets and the chicken and warm up the chicken and the strips. 

After half an hour in the kitchen he came went into the living room with a tower of meat. 

He sat at the table and turn on the Television. It was currently 10 o clock at night.
As Jerdon gorge his face with food he listen to some interesting news. 
*Tony Stark as just create new piece of technology that will help the USA military fight against Mutants criminals.*

Jerdon froze in  the seat with a slice of pizza in his mouth. He stare at the TV as they show a picture if Tony Stark on the Television and was shock.

First this is real news. It is reporting about a real Tony Stark.

Jerdon finish the half eaten pizza and held his chin in thought. 
(I was sent to the marvel universe. Did that shitty god do this. Damn I know I wish for this but where the hell is my cheat. You can't send me to a universe where there people dying all over the place because they hit by a falling building.)

Remembering the last Avenger movie he watched his face turn to despair remembering Thanos wipe out the avenger. Although base on  what his friend said in the comics they came back to defeat him Jerdon didn't like Marvel comics so he didn't read it.

He thought what the hell is he suppose to do.He the spend a total three hour trying to figure out his power but nothing happen. 

He move up stairs and enter a room he believed to be Baren. Jerdon search the room for anything similar to a diary but found nothing. Lead on the bed and notice a set of suitcase in the corners.  He then look at the calendar near him and say that a day was circle and label moving day.
(He seem to want to live with his mom huh)
Jerdon thought as he slowly fell into sleep.

Half an hour in his sleep black vein started to appear in his neck and  face , then his arms.
A black liquid substance gather in Jerdon chest as it slowly move above him and form a head. A black head look quietly down at Jerdon with uncountable amount of razor sharp teeth and white eyes.
The voice between a sinister evil lady and seductive lady came from the head as it gave a light chuckle.*Host my little Jerdon.*


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The next day Baren father woke Jerdon up  and told him to get ready. Jerdon lazy got up from his bed and was surprise he could see a lot better than last night. Looking at the black glasses at his side table Jerdon shook his head and went for a bath. 

"Eh why aren't you wearing your glasses Baren"
Baren father ask as he watch Jerdon come from  upstairs. 
" Im not sure why but I can see perfectly fine now"Jerdon said while rubbing his hair. 

Baren father nod his head and finish  eating breakfast with Jerdon. Although he was confuse by Jerdon sudden change in behavior he ignore it.

After breakfast they long journey began as Baren father drove him to Salem to stay with his mother. At first Jerdon thought Salem sound familiar but didn't put much into it. 

It was the middle of July and he had more than a month until the new school year began. So he had plenty of time to get used to his new home.

The drive took two days and they reach Salem in the evening of the second day. They then drove to a rather good look house unlike Baren father's . A middle age woman stood at the door and hugged Jerdon when he left the car.
Jerdon assume she was  Baren mother.
"Okay Jessica I brought him here so I will leave now " with a kind of stiff awkward tone Baren father said good by and drove away.
(The man seem to be scared of her for god sake )
Jessica watch the leaving car and shook her head . She then lead her 'son' inside the big house while they began a delightful conversation. 

( She seem like a nice mother's huh why as Baren with his father then) Jerdon thought as he continue speaking with Jessica.
Jessica phone them rung and she answer it with a upset look. After a couple minutes she end the call and said she have to leave for awhile.

Jerdon left in the house alone enter the room Jessica said was his and place down his suit case. 
(*She seem nice*) A feminine sinister voice echo in his head.
Jerdon scream and jump back looking around the room.

(*Man you scream like a p***y. *)

"Who the hell are you" Jerdon shout out.
(*Bit*h what were you watching before you came to this world doesn't this seem familiar in a way* ) The sinister voice echo in his mind.

"What I was watching, what I was watching. Wait a minute are you venom."

(* Don't compare me to such  and idiot weak creature and am onyx don't forget it bit*h *)

"Hey hey hey stop with the abusive language hit hurtful. So are you similar to venom ?"

(* Yes but way more powerful. And we will become even more powerful In time*)

Jerdon fold his arm as he thought 
(So are you like a cheat. )

Reboot in progress
I'm rebooting it, going to make it better hopefully.

Yo, guys this isn't a chapter. But please read this. It will help you understand the story better.
Sabertooth can't be killed, arguably he has a better healing factor then Wolverine. Unless you have a magic that strips away the soul he can not die.
Even in the New Karkoua Arc X-Men (comics) he was just turned into a fertilizer for the tree big guy. He did die by Wolverine sometimes in Alternate realities. but I didn't like that nerfed Sabertooth. So, he basically immortal. Even if you cut & rip away his head he could survive. 
This is just a way how I am writing him.As for healing factor, some Symbiotes have better healing factor if you don't know. But oh well, I will write it in a way that makes Max gain a booster from Eating Sabertooth.
But Sabertooth will be alive. You will know why, it the upcoming chapters. But not escape from Max.
And you will praise me for that, muhahaha. So, why will he keep him alive, just wait for Bast's sake.
And as for Azazel, in the comics (how I see it) he is prideful and a coward. Yeah I know goes hand in hand. He runs away pretty fast. If I killed him off I would not be doing justice to his character.
But I promise you he will have the most satisfying death in the story. So, please bare with me.
And Max as a comic nerd, should know that. And it would be foolish for him to chase after Azazel. And I have been writing Max too formally for a Symbiote. 
He like others is a child of Knull, so he will crave destruction so the reason for my previous chapter. You will know that why & when.
That's why I have been sparkling hints about his Back Tattoo Pattern for quite a while.
And Max will know it, after meeting Bast. I have written a few more chapters already.
So, in the upcoming he will show himself to Shuri.
I am comfortable knowing that some people will not like it. But I won't underway Shuri's genius IQ by Max hiding a secret from her.
Also Max will need a tech guy or gal. So why not Shuri. 
Peter was my first choice but man he is pretty much broke, Max would need him to make him rich by Web-Formula suits or sprays. Like every other Fan-Fics.
He will help my boy Peter, not like some other FanFucks where MC steals Spidys power and takes his gals.
*Massive Spilers, 
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Max is almost resistant to all sound-based attack. Unless Black Bolts from the Inhumans screams upon Max he should be fine. Cuz that guy can take out planates with that.
Max's body has organic Vibranium that can make him resistant to the attack, as well as Shaw's power
And Fire will still be his weakness, not normal fire maybe. But He'll Fire, Phoenix Fire & Mystical fire or Lightning, Cosmic energy will still be his bane. Because with out limitations its boring to write.
I won't make him up to be a Mary Sue, just by eating few Mutants & inhumans. He will make humanely mistakes, get angry and all that complex shit humans do.
If you want fast pace OP build up, it may not be you liking. Cuz that stories gets fun too fast as gets boring for that. 
No, gods shit like Devinety. It's just magic spoken in a fancy way. (That's how I see it.)
Remember Dr. Strange uses Sorcery, borrowing dimensional energy from the guys like Mafisto, Cyderek.

Our Story is about a young man named Max.
His life was normal, well as normal as an outlaw could have. College classes by day, finishing off Criminals by night. 
He wasn’t a symbol of Peace or anything, he was just doing it for certain reasons.
Cleaning trash of Society, that law didn't or couldn't punish. 
Well now, he just so happens to be a man of culture, loves his Comics & Animes. 
But one day by chance he jumps to a different world… in the Marvel Universe.
But not as human, no for now he is a Symbiote. Yes, like Venom or Carnage. 
Now follow our Main Character as he lives his new Symbiotic LIfe.
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What you will find in this book.
- Slow growth MC
- Evolution (Though it will come later in the story)
- Technomancy (Fancy term to use for the person who can control Technology)
- NO HARAM. Yeah for Ordinary people. (Not a Wish-Fulfillment story)
- Alternate Marvel Universe (MCU + Marvel Comics) story.
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Also, I am writing this story after Civil-War, so the story starts late, I have written it because most of the Fan-Fics start way early like from Captain America, but drop it before they even reach Civil-War. So yeah, enjoy the story.
The story is set up in an Alternate Version of the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) more similar to the Comics. So there will be differences, MASSIVE Ones.
And is also slow Paced to make it as realistic as possible.
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"What's this?"
　　"Rurouni Kenshin. Remembrance?"
　　Chu Yu, who often browses the information of various works on the earth plane in the system space, naturally knows the work of Rurouni Kenshin.
　　A work that can leave pen and ink in the history of earth comics, the complete Rurouni Kenshin exchange price in the system space is sky-high.
　　But if the words Rurouni Kenshin are followed by the words Remembrance, the situation is very different...
　　In other words, the work Chu Yu picked up this time is not a complete Rurouni Kenshin, it's just... just one of the chapters.
　　"I am so happy...I thought this system was finally a bit humane, but I didn't expect to dig a hole here and wait for me!"
　　Chu Yu stepped forward to the work of Rurouni Kenshin. As expected, only part of the chain wound on it was broken. Chu Yu reached out and touched the name of Rurouni Kenshin's work.
　　In the next second, a wonderful message came to Chu Yu's mind.
　　In the depths of consciousness, Chu Yu could see the plot of Rurouni Kenshin. Remembrance...
　　Soon, Chu Yu was also immersed in the depths of his consciousness reading the plot of the remembrance chapter...
　　Two hours later.
　　Chu Yu's consciousness recovered and returned to the real world.
　　There was a hint of shock and unforgettable expression in his eyes!
　　"So, is it such a work?"
　　Chu Yu's emotions are still calm at the end of the remembrance chapter, in the death of Xuedaiba.
　　The Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance obtained this time was a tragic chapter, and Chu Yu felt a little unable to come out after reading it.
　　In general, Chu Yu only feels this way when he sees truly outstanding works.
　　After a long time, Chu Yu calmed down.
　　As a person with many years of age, Chu Yu can basically tell the quality of a work.
　　Rurouni Kenshin does not mention the main story, but in terms of the quality of the remembrance story, he thinks it is undoubtedly a masterpiece.
　　And because it is the first work of the main story, I can understand it even if I haven't read the main story.
　　With these 80,000 world points, Chu Yu felt that he had drawn quite a lot of value!
　　The only problem is...
　　"Remembrance, only sixteen chapters!"
　　"Although it is twice as long as the Garden of Words, it is still a short story."
　　"It's a far cry from the medium length that Su Lu said serialized for at least half a year!"
　　Although the main story of Rurouni Kenshin is a full-length comic, Chu Yu does not think that he can earn the world points for the main story of Rurouni Kenshin by publishing the remembrance chapter.
　　The Garden of Words is an example. It is worth two million world points. It only gained more than 80,000 world points when it was serialized to the fifth episode. Even if the two words that have not yet been published can bring him Chu Yu also felt that he was far from the return of 2 million world points and the long-term benefits of this work.
　　Of course, the reason why the income is so low is also related to the published platform and the intensity of promotion...
　　"Oh, don't worry about it!" Chu Yu had a headache and couldn't think of a solution.
　　"It's already like this anyway, just bite the bullet!"
　　"Su Lu only said that the chances of serialization of short stories on the comics are small, and did not say that there is no chance at all."
　　Chu Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about this question.
　　Since he has already picked up this work, it is his most important question to restore it to this world as perfectly as possible.
　　Taking a deep breath, Chu Yu looked at the time.
　　It was still early, Su Lu said that he was asked to draw a new series of three paintings within two weeks. To be honest, this requirement is not harsh.
　　You should know that many cartoonists have to blast their livers every day when they just finish one manga a week.
　　Although the original manga is in Chu Yu's mind,
Chu Yu doesn't need to think too much about comic strips and plot creation, but simply restoring the work, depicting it in black, and pasting dotted paper are not simple things that can be accomplished.　　Moreover, Chu Yu is different now from when he painted the garden of Ye Zhiting. At that time, he had enough time to do these things every day during the summer vacation, but now he still has to go to school every day. To be honest, the time is really a little bit. compact.
　　But it's not impossible. It can only be said that it is inevitable to burst the liver.
　　Thinking of this, Chu Yu didn't waste time anymore, and went straight to the table where he drew comics, and began to draw the first three episodes of Rurouni Kenshin.
　　...
　　"Chu Yu..."
　　"Chu Yu..."
　　"Chu Yu!!!"
　　A majestic voice sounded in Chu Yu's ear.
　　Chu Yu in his sleep was like a cat that was frightened, and almost everyone jumped up.
　　Looking at the English teacher with a bad face in front of him, Chu Yu also felt embarrassed.
　　I fell asleep again!
　　"This week, this is the third time you have slept in my class!"
　　"Do you just want to listen to my lecture?"
　　The English teacher is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She talks a lot, but she is very serious about her students.
　　"Teacher, it's not that he doesn't want to listen to your class, he's the same in other classes this week!"
　　The classmates around kept booing...
　　After class, Chu Yuqiang worked hard, although he was still very sleepy.
　　Since last Wednesday he promised that Su Lu would fight for a serial seat on the comic, Chu Yu has not slept well for five consecutive days.
　　After returning home from get out of class every day, I picked up the paintbrush and worked hard until midnight. This week, I have been named by the teacher at least ten times if I couldn't afford to sleep in class alone.
　　If Chu Yu can continue to paint at this speed, then about a day or two before the serial meeting begins, Chu Yu should be able to finish the manuscript of the three chapters.
　　But judging from the current state, Chu Yu felt that if he kept the rhythm of sleeping for four hours a day, I am afraid that the body would really be unable to hold it.
　　...
　　Sitting in the front row, Qin Qianyu turned his head and looked at Chu Yu who was sitting on the seat tiredly, with a curious look on his face.
　　Qin Qianyu did not tell anyone about suspecting that Chu Yu was a well-known new cartoonist Shui Xin in Ming City.
　　After all, I only saw the manuscript of The Garden of Words in Chu Yu's desk box, and I didn't see Chu Yu painting on the spot, so the veracity of this guess is still uncertain.
　　However, Chu Yu's state this week made Qin Qianyu basically certain of his guess.
　　Although there are no people in the comics industry, Qin Qianyu, who loves to read comics, still knows some basic knowledge of him.
　　A page of comics has at least five or six sub-frames, and a manga has more than twenty pages, which means hundreds of sub-frames.
　　Finish the design of these storyboards in one week, and then draw them into the original paintings. After such a huge work is completed, post-post work such as post-posting of dotted paper and revisions, as well as normal school and school, dealing with the comics club. Handover.
　　If Chu Yu is really the author of The Garden of Words, then his current state is normal. uukanshu.com On the contrary, if Chu Yu was still laughing and joking like ordinary people all day, Qin Qianyu would really doubt his guess.
　　Qin Qianyu took out a few comic magazines from the table box, which were the comic journals of Cuttlefish Comics Club, Ink Shadow.
　　After suspecting that Chu Yu was the author of The Garden of Words, Qin Qianyu later went to it by himself and bought all the periodicals serialized on the ink shadow of The Garden of Words.
　　I don't know if it's the psychological effect that this work is really about Qin Qianyu's heart. At least last week, I finished the serialization of The Garden of Words to the present. During this week, Qin Qianyu has repeatedly watched the Garden of Words. More than three times.
　　Now she is looking forward to the plot of the sixth episode of The Garden of Words released by Ink Shadow on Wednesday...
　　I seem to have become a fan of comics for my classmates.
　　Thinking of this, Qin Qianyu felt a little funny and interesting.
　　She silently retracted her attention from Chu Yu.
　　....
　　In the evening, Chu Yu bought three cans of Red Bull and three cans of coffee. Tonight is another fighting night.
　　But when it was only eight o'clock, Chu Yu heard a knock on his door.
　　Who!
　　Chu Yu put down the pen in his hand.
　　open the door.
　　"Dangdangdangdang!"
　　Outside the door, Su Lu looked at Chu Yu with an expression that you didn't expect it to be me.
　　"What are you doing?" Chu Yu said.
　　"Why, what you said, I am your editor, isn't it normal to come and visit you?"
　　"And didn't you say last week that you would participate in next week's comic series seat competition? So I came here to see how your work is progressing!"

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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Burgundy red wine stewed beef.

    In the story of the spirit of the restaurant, the pig's foot was born in the first class of the distant month, and made a fortunately, the red wine stewed beef, so that the unspoken teacher Roland Chapel gave a high evaluation.

    In fact, this is a French dish.

    On a fixed recipe, Burgundy red wine goulash actually has a lot of practices to see the chef's play.

    Will Xia Yu do Burgundy red wine stewed beef?

    If it is other Western food, you must make a big question mark.

    However, the Burgundy red wine stewed beef, when the drama of the genius of the restaurant is popular, Xia Yu as a big-handed goods with hands-on ability, naturally found the recipe of the comics appendix, painstakingly studied for a long time .

    What's more, the Burgundy red wine stew made according to the comics is not good, and can even be judged as poor. At that time, Xia Yu thought about it and finally caught a key flaw in the comic recipe:

    no honey!

    Later, it was a coincidence that in the same place of anime and food, I heard about a French film "Julie and Julia" in 2009, and compared with the description of a large number of French cuisine in the movie, it was considered a real burgundy red wine goulash. , successfully restored, tastes praise.

    "Where are the ingredients ready?" After

    washing hands and wearing aprons and kitchen hats, after completing the basic etiquette of a chef, Xia Yu looked at the kitchen counter of the western restaurant.

    Two large pieces of thawed beef, this is the main ingredient.

    "[Beef shoulder], excellent quality, 8 hours and 56 minutes of freezing time, fresh."

    Hand contact beef, kitchen god system gives information on food identification, green quality.

    "Beef shoulder? Good, the meat in this position, the fiber is fine, the taste is smooth and tender, suitable for stewing, roasting, braising and firing curry." Xia Yu said to himself, and his eyes swept through other ingredients. "You can start!"

    Snapped!

    A very thick piece of beef smashed on the chopping board. Xia Yu chose the sharpest kitchen knife on the kitchen table, using the index finger, middle finger and thumb, and pinching the handle and the blade. Slowly breathe twice, and the hand is falling!

    The two chefs and the chef of Xia Zhiqiu only saw the silver light flashing past, and the beef on the chopping board did not seem to change.

    However, Xia Yu's movements did not stop, and the right hand continued to rise and fall, very regular, as if to direct the band, the knife and the chopping board collided, the sound is so sweet.

    The chef of Xia Zhiqiu has changed his face.

    He obviously remembered something, and fixedly focused on Xia Yu who was seriously dealing with beef. "...this knife... Is he a student

    of Yuanyue ?" What he cares about is that Xia Yu has a strange grip. the way.

    I have been gazing at Xia Yu's processing of two large chunks of thick beef, and the Xia Zhiqiu chef is even more confused.

    Among the students in the middle and high schools of Yuanyue, there may also be geniuses who have this knife. However, this young man, the chef who seems to have been working for many years, calm and elegant, is not in the greenhouse. It is unique!

    At this moment, the chef of Xia Zhiqiu is ashamed and has a recollection.

    From the time Xia Yu processed the ingredients, this kitchen seems to change hands, he can only be seen as a helper to watch.

    At the beginning, he was also the pride of the cooking school. However, the competition in the far month was too cruel. There were very few graduates every year. He was eliminated in the second year of the Ministry of Higher Education and was judged to have no chef talent.

    "Okay!" The

    two large pieces of beef were processed in one breath, and Xia Yu turned to take the bacon strips, which were also cut into very neat pieces of meat.

    Next, throw the equal-sized bacon strips into the pot and add water to cook. Xia Yu opens the gas stove and glances at it. Then he does not return to the head: "Help me take the kitchen paper..."

    The chef of Xia Zhiqi quickly handed the reel kitchen paper.

    Moisture is a taboo for beef dishes, so the chopped beef pieces must be squeezed out of the water, and the kitchen paper comes in handy. Xia Yu's expression was serious, and she constantly pulled out the kitchen paper, wrapped a piece of beef and repeatedly squeezed it.

    But that is part of the six ingredients, a bit of a handle, however, Xia Hill chef next summer plumage glance So, there are two other young kitchen help, "help with it!"

    Beef to the water is completed, the kitchen table There are still many side dishes that have not been processed, such as carrots, mushrooms, parsley, and Xia Yu hand over the side dish to the chef of Xia Zhiqiu. They took the pan and added olive oil to the hot pot. Fry the bacon pieces that are picked up from the skillet.

    Bacon is fried to a tan, and Xia Yu silently counts the time of frying, accurate to every second.

    Take the bacon, and the lard that is fried in bacon is left in the pan. The fire in the gas stove is still burning. Xia Yu skillfully uses the kitchen utensils to grab a piece of beef that has been dehydrated and put it in a pan.

    With the sound of frying, Xia Yu rolled the beef pieces, making each side of the beef a beautiful dark brown.

    When it comes to dark brown, it means you can make a pot.

    Temporarily put the fried beef pieces aside, Xia Yu reached out to the kitchen counter next to him, "Chopped carrots and big onions!"

    A young chef helped to hand the basket.

    There is still some oil left in the wok, so there is no need to refuel. The basket is skewed. At the same time, the carrots and the big onions are thrown into the pot and stir-fried. They are also too cooked. When the side of the side dish is put on a layer of golden oily coat. When you can, you can go out.

    Xia Yu pours carrots and large onions into the prepared cast iron saucepan, followed by dark brown beef, adding salt and black pepper. The specific dose depends on the chef's grasp.

    Two helpers widened their eyes.

    "Hey, he put salt and pepper like this, is it really okay?" A chef who saw Xia Yuxin's hand was stunned.

    "I don't think it's okay!" His companion looked at Xia Yu's busy back, but he was admired and envious. "He is a student of Yuanyue? It really is a talented person..." I

    thought of learning a few Years of cooking, or a helping kitchen, can not be independent, the young man lowered his head, holding a fist and a face of dissatisfaction.

    After salt and pepper, it is an important process.

    flour!

    Xia Yu grabbed a handful of flour and carefully sprinkled it on the beef and ingredients in the pot, forming a white coat to lock the moisture of the beef and increase the consistency of the soup.

    No need to use flour, just sprinkle a layer, then stir.

    The "drip"

    oven has been preheated to about 230 degrees. The cast iron pan is uncovered, placed in the oven for 4 minutes, then removed, then sprinkled with flour and baked for 4 minutes.

    The second time I took out the cast iron pot from the oven, a rich scent filled the kitchen.

    But the food is not finished yet.

    Various ingredients, parsley, crushed fragrant leaves, thyme...

    Finally pour red wine, drown the majority of the beef, add less boiled water, then put the cast iron pot on the gas stove and start to boil.

Waking up in the world of MHA (My Hero Academia).
But it is not like those fan-fic that I read in which the MC is the same age as the protagonist.

He is 3 years older than Midoriya Izuku.
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"Shit, I don't know who sent me here but at least because you didn't give me Izuku's age"

"And why I keep hearing a damn sound in my head"
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Well this is my first fan-fic I hope you like it

The treaty of bringing together the worlds of
BHNA --- boku no hero academia
SNS --- shokugueki no soma
Kenichi the most powerful disciple
As the story progresses I will try to integrate more.

"Rue, we are here." Lucas gently wake Rue up.

"Mm..." Rue rubs her eyes and slowly look around. She then sees Lucas was next to her on the front seats. He was driving his black car.

*Yawn~*

Rue yawns after finally awake and sobered up. She realise that her surrounding was unfamiliar. They arrived on a peaceful neighbourhood. It was already late in the evening.

 The tall condominiums stacking neatly one by one. The kids are playing happily in the play ground next to the nearest condominium. The parents are watching their children as they play around.   

"Where are we, Lucas?" Rue asked.

Lucas scratches his head and smile awkwardly.

"Well, before you fall asleep, I forgot to ask your address. I didn't dare to wake you up so I decide to go to my house first since it was already late." Lucas explained. 

"So... you live here?" Rue asked.

"Yes. But I am going to pay someone important to me a visit for dinner. Do you want to join?" Lucas said cheerfully. 

"Who? Your girlfriend?" Rue asked back with her arm crossed.

"Why do you ask me like that? Are you jealous~?" Lucas smirks as he notices that Rue seems to be triggered when he said he have someone important to him.   

"N—No! I am NOT!!" Rue deny it fiercely.

"Hm~ Are you sure~?" Lucas teases her.  

"Just fcking take me to your house, you MORON!!" Rue shouted at him embarrassingly.

Her face turns into pinkish as she blows her cheek into 2 small round buns. Lucas chuckles as he sees her cute reaction.

Lucas pets her head and says.

"Okay, okay! I won't tease you anymore. And the person I mention earlier was my guardian. Her name is Lilium." He explain.

"And I don't have a girlfriend yet. So don't be jealous at me." He chuckled.

"I— I know that someone like you won't be having a girlfriend because you are ugly as hell! Bleh!" Rue stuck out her tongue at him.

"What?! How dare you say I am ugly.... Do you know that I am once a beautiful prince in my high school? Everyone adores me~" Lucas said to her as he pose with his right hand finger elegantly touches his forehead and his left hand touching his chest.

Rue laugh as she sees him posing like a weird ass mad man.

"HAHAHHAHAHAH!! YOU LOOK LIKE A MAD DOG WHO TRIES TO BE THE BEAUTIFUL LION!!" She bursts out laughing at him.

Lucas then look at her who is laughing beautifully. 

'I hope I will be the one who will entertains you on your darkest time. I pray that this beautiful smile of yours will be forever lasting.' Lucas think to himself as he look at her.

"Okay. Lets go to my house first shall we." Lucas suggested.

"Lets go."She agree as she wipes her tears after laughing so much.

Soon, the sky turns darker and darker until it goes completely black. Then the lights from the window of every house light up, decorating the condominium full with colourful light.

Soon, Rue finally reaches Lucas's apartment. It was simple as it could be. The living room has only a simple couch, television, a book shelf that filled with comics and a small table that places in the middle.

"Wow, Lucas! You sure do loves comic." She complimenting him as her go trough the shelf.

"Yes. I love them so much. Wait here let me get you some clothes." He said.

Then he go into his room and search for some suitable cloth that she could use. Meanwhile she went to his balcony wondering around his places a bit more.

The balcony was a bit breezy as the gust of wind blow past her. On his balcony, it has a small round table and a chair. It was also filled with Lilies plants that placed in the corner of the balcony.

Rue went and take a closer look of the plant.

"It was amazing how this flower could bloom this pretty..." Rue said as she gently touches the white petal of the flower.

"Oh, there you are!" Lucas exclaimed.

Rue was surprised and turn looking at him.

"What's the matters?" She asked.

"Here you go. You can take a shower at the guests room. I won't peak." Lucas tell her as he point at the guest room that's next to his room.

"Oh, okay. Thanks a lot Lucas." She thanked him.

Then she take the clothes and take a quick shower.

After sometime, she finish showering. Rue dry her hair with the towel Lucas just give. She was wearing his over size  light peach colour sweater and a pair of grey sports pants with some white lines on the side.

"Finally, I am refreshed. Hm... where's him.." She said.

Then she went looking around the house and notice Lucas was still on his balcony.   

"Hey, Lucas! Do you have any smaller T-shirts for me? This sweater are huge!" 

Rue waves at him with the sleeves covering her hand. Her strips bra was revealed as she raise her hand up. 

Lucas turns back and look at her. His face suddenly turns red as he saw Rue.She then slowly walks towards him.

"What happen? Why are your face turns red? Do you have fever?" She shoots him with a bunch of questions.

Then she stands on her toe and reach to touch his forehead.

"Well, you are burning up. You should get some rest, Lucas." Rue told him as she clapped her both hand on his cheek.

Lucas gets even flustered when Rue look into his eyes full with concerns.

"H—hey... aren't you getting too close to me?! An‐and your shirt....please cover yourself properly!" Lucas tell her with his shuttered voice.

Rue then look at herself and notice her bra strips are revealed.

"Oh, you mean this?" She then pull the bra strips to show him.

"Please cover it already! You don't need to show me!! " Lucas embarrassingly said as he cover his face with his both hand. 

"Okay, okay. I already cover it." She said as she chuckle slightly. 

'Geez. Lucas was so cute when he is flustered. Man, I wish I can tease him more in the future. Anyways, I like his shirt. It feels comfy and smells good too!' Rue thinks to herself.

Fana was a cheerful girl with a big heart until something goes wrong .Ever since that day, she always feel like someone watching her from a far but she didn't care much until she started to receive gift from unknown person. One day when she decided to have vacation and everything had change. She began to learn who about him and her connection with Genesis. She never expected that the person she trust the most will betray her.


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Chapter 2: Suffering
However, just as Victor's sharp teeth were about to bite Father Creed's neck and tore his throat to pieces completely.
The chain was suddenly tight, because its length had reached its limit.
Although Victor's powerful force swooped it straight, but this force is obviously not enough to pull off the steel, otherwise Victor have escaped.
Since the chain is constantly pulling, everyone knows that the effects of force are mutual, so Victor is desperately pulled back by the reaction force of the chain.
Then Father Creed was hit hard in the face.
As the saying goes, it's good to beat his wife and chase his wife in the crematorium. Obviously, there is no such concern for beating his son, let alone a son who can't be beaten to death.
So Father Creed tried hard to beat the son, who was possessed by the demon in his eyes, and there was a little surprise in his heart that 'Why didn't the demon fight back today?'.
Although Victor has experienced many such beatings in his memory, but in those memories he also fought up to resist.
However, the difference between memory and reality is that memory is just a memory, and reality is painful when beaten. Obviously Victor was a typical boy.
He was directly beaten up by a series of heavy blows, and there was simply no chance to fight back.
So Victor curl up, and then protect his head with both hands, try to protect this area.
"You damn demon! It's not enough for you to take my son! You want to take my other child! Now today I must let you know how powerful I am!"
Father Creed yelled and slammed his son, hoping to let the damn demon leave his son's body in this way.
Victor wanted to explain, but he understood that all explanations were in vain. And the severe pain from his body almost overwhelmed his reason.
Although he was continuously injured, but the active self-healing factor in his body healed his body.
This formed a cycle that made Victor extremely painful, because the protection mechanism requires a certain degree of physical damage to trigger.
However, the existence of the self-healing factor caused Victor's body to fall into a strange equilibrium, and continuous injuries were continuously healed, so that he would not be comatose and could only sustain such injuries.
Finally, the exhausted Father Creed dragged his tired body out of the basement with satisfaction, his body was covered with blood. But Victor, who had not suffered much damage, also couldn't get up on the stone bed.
He eventually fainted. Although Vivan has Victor's memory, but as an ordinary person in his previous life, he suffered such frequent and severe pain for the first time, so he completely lost consciousness.
In short, he passed out.
When Victor woke up again, his body had been wiped clean, and his clothes had changed. His previous clothes had been torn into strips by the grumpy dad, when he beaten him.
What remains the same are the iron chains holding the hands and the solitary candle light. But there was an extra food beside the lamp. Obviously, Mrs. Cred had been came there, when Victor was in a coma.
The portion next to the lamp is not Victor's favorite pie, but toast. But some is better than nothing, so Victor took the toast and ate while looking at the basement where he was.
Although he had impressions of this basement in the memory of the past, but this is the first careful observation. Before being locked in, he was not looked it because he rarely came.
After being locked in, Victor spent most of his time in a state of madness or immersion in his own world,
Naturally, he would not observe this dark room.
The closed wooden door completely cut off the outside world, no matter whether it is light or sound or anything else, it can't come here through the wooden door.
The height of the room is only 3 meters, but the length and the width is less than 3 meters. If someone with claustrophobia will stay here, it is estimated that he will be crazy.
However, Victor felt that he was going crazy. If such days continued for a few more years, he would either become the same beast as Victor before, or he would completely lose his mind and become a lunatic.
Of course, you have to say that he will become a very tenacious nerve after everything he has experienced, and it is not impossible to inspire a superhero who saves all suffering mutants, but that is obviously not in line with the style of this book.
However, as a child with adult thinking, Victor soon gave up his self-satisfaction and began to think about his ability and way out.
"I can't let that grumpy dad beat me like this again, otherwise he will really kill me."
"But how come Victor Creed's body recover so quickly? It sounds so familiar! The fangs and claws … Wolverine? No, Wolverine is called Logan, the it's Sabertooth!"
 
Vivan was a veteran fan of Marvel comics in his previous life, he did not spend much time guessing who he was through.
Although he was still not completely sure that why he traversed into the villain, the enemy of Wolverine: Sabertooth.
However, according to the comparison between his current experience and the experience of Sabertooth in the X-Men origin comics he saw, plus the super self-healing ability and sharp teeth and nails, he must be Sabertooth.
And since he is Sabertooth, so there will definitely be a chance to get out of here in the future.
Otherwise, there will be no Sabertooth. But from the perspective of the grown-up Sabertooth, it seems that the spirit is no longer normal. It's not a normal person's behavior to kill innocents indiscriminately or the people who care about you.
It seems that Sabertooth became that way because of the experience during this period and what happened afterwards, and Victor didn't want to be that way in the future.
Although it seems unscrupulous and free, he will lost a lot of fun that should have been enjoyed. Like that, the behavior and cognition of the whole person are distorted, which is unacceptable to Victor.
But Victor had no clue how to escape from ascension and avoid becoming Sabertooth in the future.
It was only mentioned that Sabertooth escaped from one of his chain and broke the other one, when he was locked in the basement for two years. And the first thing he did, after he escaped, was to kill his father: Father Creed.
He then seemed to knock down his mother, Mrs. Creed, but according to information obtained from Victor's previous life from other places, he did not kill his mother, but took care of her until her death.
"Damn, why they didn't explain more? Why they messed the villain's past?"
In the end, Victor didn't come up with a result. He slept in a delusion, but even he sleep was not stable. The memories of the previous life kept flashing in his dreams, and Victor's memory was mixed with it.
In his dream, he was a young office worker, Vivan, and then he became a young Victor, who had killed his younger brother, Luther, and he smiled at Mrs. Creed.
The chaotic dream did not last long, and Victor soon woke up in a severe pain. It turned out that the grumpy Father Creed came to do his daily tooth extraction.
However, Father Creed didn't start work as soon as he came up. Instead, he kicked the sleeping Victor's stomach, which was a good morning greeting.
Victor, who was kicked by Father Creed, hadn't see Father Creed in front of him now, and suddenly he was hit with a hammer in the back of his head, and he fainted again.
When he regained consciousness again, Father Creed was pulling his canine teeth with pliers. Obviously, he didn't expect to wake up so quickly.
Father Creed didn't realize that Victor had woke up, and this allowed Victor to take advantage of Father Creed's concentration on his teeth extraction work, and he went directly to Father Creed's neck with one paw.
If this claw is grasped, then he can directly break the Father Creed's carotid artery. But he is an elder in battle, how can he be killed by a sneak attack.
Father Creed, who was originally focused on extracting teeth, suddenly felt a danger, and his hair was standing upright. The intuition developed on the battlefield at that time told him that someone wanted to attack his neck.
Obviously, the little devil had woke up, and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack and kill him. So he raised his hand and smacked Victor against the wall, and pulled out the teeth with the pliers by the other hand.
Victor was suddenly smacked into the wall and his tooth was extracted, then a spit of blood spit out. However, this time he did not sit still, but launched a counterattack.
Although it was in vain, but the courage was commendable. Victor's counterattack only left a claw mark on Father Creed's arm.
The injured Father Creed became more violent, and after a storm of brutal violence, Victor lay on the stone bed again, losing his resistance.
Later, he was picked up by Father Creed again, and the remaining teeth were extracted. His inner despair is almost beyond words.
"It should be said that it is just an ordinary human, but he is as strong as the gorilla, and he has been through hundreds of battles. He can easily found the sneak attacks."
Just as Victor was spitting the cruelty of Father Creed, Mrs. Creed came again. She lifted Victor, who was lying on the stone bed, unable to move, and wiped the blood off his mouth and face.
Seeing Mrs. Creed's eyes with guilt and fear, Victor stopped talking. In the end, she didn't do much, she changed the clothes, and wiped off the blood on his body.
"Mom, sorry …"

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