Demon hunter’s Cooking Manual
Chapter 1196 - 114: The Food of Obsession

The voice was indifferent.

One might even say there was a hint of coldness to it.

Yet, the explosion of the enormous serpent's head left the old Monk of Tongshou Temple utterly shocked.

This… this kind of strength?!

He widened his eyes, staring at the crucial moment before him.

An aura of stern coolness, sharp eyes, a body emanating an inexplicable terror—it was as though… he was a Demon King!

Yes!

Exactly a Demon King!

Like the final boss of an RPG game.

One of those hidden bosses players could only encounter under stringent conditions, yet upon meeting them, would likely be instantly obliterated.

How could such an existence appear?

The old monk was completely stunned.

Perhaps he wasn't a qualified member of the 'Inside World,' but in an effort to seem more competent, he had worked hard to understand various histories and secrets of the 'Inside World.'

But…

None of the histories or secrets he studied mentioned a figure like this.

And yet, such a figure now stood vividly before him.

Were they hidden?

The old monk's heart stirred suddenly.

History, after all, is written by the victors.

Or perhaps with some embellishment thrown in.

How could the history here possibly be truthful?

Maybe parts of it were true.

But nine parts truth with one part falsehood—such "truth" is even more terrifying than outright fabrication.

Deception!

Comprehensive deception!

All for the convenience of those in power, of course.

And the so-called secrets?

Aren't they the same?

At this thought, the old monk let out a sigh.

"As expected, my understanding was too shallow."

"I thought I was reasonably qualified."

"But now?"

"Far from it."

"I've still got much to learn."

With a slightly self-deprecating smile, the old monk's heart became clearer, and an inexplicable sense of relief washed over him.

Instantly, a faint golden glow began to radiate from his body.

Brighter and purer than before.

Cherry's grandfather looked at the old monk before him and blinked.

Not an unpleasant aura.

In fact, it seemed somewhat familiar.

As though he'd seen it somewhere before.

After a brief moment of thought, Cherry's grandfather clenched his right hand into a fist and lightly knocked it against the palm of his left hand. He finally remembered—

"Have you been to the White Bear Café?"

Cherry's grandfather asked.

"I have. Ms. Hui Lijing and Ms. Hui Lixiang are very nice people,"

the old monk replied with a smile.

"The pudding there is also quite excellent. I often bring my granddaughter there."

Cherry's grandfather also broke into a smile.

In an instant, the sense of sternness, indifference, and oppressive majesty all vanished, leaving only an air of foolish simplicity, as though he'd transformed from a hot-blooded anime protagonist into a stick figure casually sketched with the simplest of lines.

It was so simple it defied belief.

Still, the old monk didn't question anything and continued his peaceful conversation with Cherry's grandfather.

"Oh, you like games?"

"I do, too."

"Handheld consoles, home consoles—I like them all."

"Same, same."

"I'm especially good at fighting games."

"Me too! Want to schedule a match sometime?"

"Absolutely. But first, let's take care of the trouble before us."

The old monk and Cherry's grandfather seemed to share an unexpected number of common interests.

Then, the two of them turned their eyes to the sky.

By this point, the 'monstrous serpent' was already coiling tightly, attempting to 'retreat' back into the void as much as possible.

It was afraid.

It was terrified.

If it could sweat, it would surely be drenched right now.

Monsters!

Why were there monsters again?!

Could it be that this old monk was hiding something else?

Gazing at Cherry's grandfather, the 'serpent' felt the presence of death.

The same presence it had felt the last time it died.

But what horrified it even more was that, within its body, it detected…

The smell of alcohol!

A strong, overwhelming smell of alcohol!

Instantly, its least-wanted memories came flooding back.

Memories of its drunken state, when its heads had been severed one by one.

Just thinking about it made its neck ache.

Spurred by this pain, the 'serpent,' which had displayed unrelenting greed for the 'current world,' finally came to its senses.

A trap!

This was a trap set for them!

Otherwise, how could any human willingly open a 'barrier' to let them enter the 'current world'?

They were disasters!

They came here to destroy!

Deep down, they were enemies of everyone living in the 'current world'!

But they had let their guard down.

Believing themselves invincible, they had ignored these dangers!

No, wait!

The mistake wasn't theirs—it was those humans!

Those humans had exploited their thoughts!

Despicable!

Bastards!

Shameless!

The remaining five serpent heads roared wrathfully, retreating faster than ever.

Even so, some matters needed resolving.

The thickest of the serpent heads suddenly lunged toward the second head, where Jason had taken refuge, its massive jaws snapping shut in a single bite.

Shhhhhlack!

The head shattered instantly, and its neck was torn apart.

Jason tumbled out from within.

In midair, Jason twisted his body and landed solidly on the ground.

But in the next moment, he staggered unsteadily.

"Jason?!"

The old monk exclaimed, quickly shrugging off his tattered monk robe to drape it over Jason's body.

"Huh? He's familiar too."

"Isn't he the tenant renting the room above the White Bear Café? Something like 'Mask X Blade X Meat'?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

Cherry's grandfather also recognized Jason, and upon seeing him, he immediately remembered.

Then, Cherry's grandfather sniffed the air.

"Is he drunk?"

"He might be, I suppose?"

The old monk wasn't entirely sure either.

At that moment, Jason was reeking of alcohol, the smell unmistakable even at a distance.

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