Zhao Bai’s expression suddenly changed.
The spears fell silently, each entwined with chains, their innate ability to project and lock onto enemies.
The chains would layer upon layer bind the prey; they were merely lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
“A green turtle, with flowers on its back, I know what you are; you are an ingredient.” Zhao Bai muttered to himself as he drew a spear: “Judah is a good thing; the frame is a weapon storage bag.
These thirteen spears with chains are simply born to be harpoons.
Whenever I hunt deep-sea fish, I always like to use them.” “Now, die.” Zhao Bai’s voice was devoid of emotion, his arm swinging in a powerful arc through the air, the spear launched.
The fleeing monster sensed it was locked onto, seemingly aware that escape was hopeless.
Its massive body suddenly turned, baring its fangs at Zhao Bai, not fleeing, but rapidly closing in on him.
It pierced through.
It seemed determined to devour Zhao Bai even at the cost of its own injury, but despite its grand plans, it failed to notice the chains at the end of the spear—red chains that, after piercing through, bound it in place, wrapping around it layer by layer.
It could no longer move.
No matter how it roared, the chains rattled loudly, yet it could not break free from Judah’s restraint.
Judah’s binding had a time limit, and Zhao Bai feared that this monster might suddenly transform into a human form and plead for mercy.
A massive burning greatsword suddenly appeared in his hand, known as the Godfall Greatsword, which should currently be in the Schicksal cellar, still in the development stage.
The blade flowed with an unquenchable fierce fire, incinerating everything it encountered, making it perfect for clearing weeds.
“Come, count your sins.” The monster suddenly knelt, not out of fear, but because Zhao Bai had stepped onto its back, treading on the soft flowers.
The burning sword thrust fiercely towards the monster’s eyes, eliciting a piercing scream.
As a chef, Zhao Bai knew exactly how to kill a soft-shelled turtle.
The long, snake-like neck stretched out, biting towards the person on its back.
Zhao Bai had anticipated this, skillfully leaping aside, and with one sword stroke, the resilient neck was severed.
Originally, an uncountable amount of blood should have gushed from the wound, a final act of revenge before death.
Its blood harbored the most potent toxins, but as the Godfall Greatsword struck down, it not only cut but also ignited the wound, inexplicably stopping the bleeding.
“Ha—” Letting out a breath, Zhao Bai began the final cleanup.
It was quite simple to deceive Kiana.
He kicked the severed neck aside, cleaned up the charred marks on the ground, and after putting away all the weapons, Zhao Bai lay on the ground pretending to be dead, waiting for Kiana to wake up.
Before long, he heard the girl stretching.
Zhao Bai felt a pair of soft little hands on his chest, pressing down suddenly.
His body instinctively bent into a bow, his head raised high, gasping for fresh air, feeling as if he were about to die.
Clearly, it was a standard CPR procedure, so why did Kiana’s method seem so strange?
All of his ribs had been completely broken by that reckless blow.
However, rib fractures during CPR were quite common injuries, and he wouldn’t even have to pay for medical expenses; Zhao Bai’s movements were unaffected.
“You finally woke up.” Kiana’s face was filled with joy, her innocent smile left Zhao Bai with unspoken grievances.
He had suffered a silent loss.
“So, did this Miss unleash her little universe to save you from the brink of death?” “Not a word of it is wrong.” “Then why don’t I remember anything?” Zhao Bai explained to her seriously: “Perhaps the burst of little universe was too much for you to bear, so you sealed that memory yourself.
But I will remember your life-saving grace; from now on, whenever you come to my restaurant, you’ll always enjoy a 10% discount.” “Just 10%?” “I can make you a bowl of ramen for free, made from mountain pig bones simmered into a milky white broth, with this year’s fresh buckwheat noodles.” As Zhao Bai spoke, he took photos, needing to include these in the task report.
That false report would naturally require his embellishment.
Kiana was pondering the difference between Zhao Bai’s ramen and the beautiful girl-flavored instant noodles, wondering if this gratitude was worth it.
It seemed… the beautiful girl-flavored instant noodles were a bit better.
They quickly left the scene, notifying the cleanup team to come and dispose of the bodies.
Once everything was completed, Senba Academy might be opened as a battlefield relic.
But for now, it was best to let the Honkai Energy dissipate cleanly.
The motorcycle sped through the sky, and before long, they returned to Saint Freya Academy.
After submitting the task report, Zhao Bai hurriedly pulled Kiana into the shop before he could explain to Theresa.
The closed sign was taken down, and after a whole morning of closure, the girls of Saint Freya were likely to be in tears.
The urgent task was to prepare the reward he had promised Kiana.
Leaving a drooling Kiana outside, Zhao Bai locked the kitchen door and began making pig bone ramen.
In the fridge were some surprisingly large pig bones, with a small portion cut off.
They didn’t look much like pigs; rather, they resembled a certain embarrassing Emperor-class Honkai Beast.
Making pig bone broth required a lot of water, but this was no ordinary pig bone, and the burning was no ordinary flare.
The water, of course, should not be ordinary either; deep blue heavy artillery spewed out solid ice, a profoundly deep blue, reaching the physical absolute zero.
Absolute zero solid ice, a leg bone from a certain Emperor-class Honkai Beast, Judgment of Shamash.
It was that simple to prepare the essential ingredients for a pot of rich broth.
The cabbage, which should have been shredded finely, was not available, so he had to use its close relative—cabbage.
Strangely enough, why did Saint Freya plant so much cabbage?
The cabbage was shredded, and after blanching the noodles in hot water, Zhao Bai heated oil in a pot, frying garlic until fragrant, then adding the prepared miso and mushrooms to sauté, filling the kitchen with a rich aroma.
Just then, the broth was ready.
The soup was perfectly milky white, without a hint of smoke, with light yellow oil floating on top, making it incredibly appetizing.
He added the noodles, mirin, and some simple garnishes, and the ramen was complete.
Deep red fried shrimp, large crab claws, and sweet corn kernels.
Everything was just right.
Having brewed a large pot of broth, it would be a waste to only make one bowl of ramen and put the rest in the cold storage.
The freshly made broth tasted completely different from the frozen one, so Zhao Bai made himself a large bowl as well, with the same shrimp, crab claws, and corn kernels, with bean sprouts floating in the soup, steam rising from the bowl.
This presentation, if sold, would easily fetch at least 160 yuan.
Giving it away for free to Kiana made Zhao Bai feel heartbroken.