Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 77: How To Evolve Your Man…

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: How To Evolve Your Man...

Titan was baking cheese bread buns! He was inside with me. I saw as he placed the grater on a platter.

He wasn’t doing it the grandmother’s way, the way I did it.

No! The grater was flat. And then... he used his weight to grate so much cheese in such a short time, that it was mind-boggling!

"He..." it was a new way of doing things. A way I would have never considered!

A bright and good way!

"Desmond can’t eat cheese, just so you know," Nate whispered to my side.

"Potatoes? What about Potatoes?" I needed to use this new technique! I needed to become better, faster, to cook food so tasty it could bring about World Peace!

As soon as I thought about it that way, I blinked.

Is that what I wanted?

Was that why I gave bandits food, who were in the process of robbing merchants? Was that why I risked life and limb, time and time again, just to stop a fight with food?

"Nate?" It was just an idea. But my soul, which flew from one wish to the next so, as if it was a butterfly, doomed to die the next day, wanted something to ground it.

A dream.

What was a nymph, or even a person, without a dream?

"Yes, love?" He took a hold of my hand, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"Do you think that cooking can bring about world peace?" As soon as I spoke it out loud, I knew how silly and childish that dream was.

But it was still a dream. A dream that needed me to believe in it. That needed to be shared.

"Is that what you want?" He kissed me on the nose. Just a brush of the lips on the tip.

It was adorable...

If a Boliarin, an undead, could do something so adorable, then why couldn’t I solve the crisis our world was in with food?

Good food?

"Yes!" I already believed in that dream.

As Titan, a golem who had thrown a half-bitten rabbit on the forest floor looked at me, as he dumped the cheese inside the water and the yeast, I knew that everything was possible!

It was my dream! I just needed to fight for it!

"How about you write it down?" I saw that there was a system screen in front of me. It was blank.

"I, Sylvan the Foodie Nymph," I felt that it was important to add my mock title to it all. After all, I was really the Foodie Nymph! The one and only cooking addict who was going to bring peace to the world! "Do hereby proclaim that I will take every dungeon in the world over with my cooking!"

"Sylvan!" I saw a message from Pan. Huh... wait, that was the forum!

"Nate!" I yelled, but I got another message from Doran. A message from Aurora soon followed.

"Free food?" Someone asked. I didn’t know which dungeon that was, but something told me that the name Adventurerdestroyer90 hinted at a very long history of blood and guts.

Did I really want to feed such people? Did I really want to help people who were about as obsessed with murder as...

As Titan?

I looked at him, forgetting my own bubbling pot. Yes, Titan had been created as a murder weapon. Heck, he even had hunting clothes on!

But...

He was making cheese bread buns right now! Ones Desmond was eyeing with longing.

But they weren’t for Desmond! They were for the tourists!

"Shit!" I heard Aron curse. Soon, he was storming out of the dungeon.

I decided that my dream and my vow to the other dungeons had to wait. Looking at the feed he had been looking at, I gaped.

The tourists were cooking! Near the river! With wet stones!

"No!" I roared, placing a barrier around each and every cooking pit.

Not even a second after that, the sound of explosions sounded in the forest. The barriers contained the shrapnel, but, darn...! Those people nearly committed mass suicide!

"Dear visitors!" I used my last 100 mana points to speak loud enough that everyone in the forest was going to hear.

Oh, sure, I hated tourists. That didn’t mean that I hated them to the point I wished them death!

Besides, I invited them here!

The tourists dying was going to put me at odds with Solas, the villagers and the gnomes!

Besides... just the thought that Anne or Granny Almira, who were sitting by the fire and helping me with the healing mushroom stew, could die via exploding cooking stone, made my skin crawl!

"Please, do not cook with river stones! In fact, cooking is forbidden in the Forest of Forget-Me-Nots, unless done by me, Sylvan the Foodie Nymph and my family! Please — respect the rules! I wish you a safe and peaceful hike!"

The screen before me disappeared.

Now, the worst part had come. My eyes and ears in the forest were out of reach for me. I had no mana!

"Sylvan?" Titan asked who had moved all of the equipment inside of the dungeon as well.

We just decided that it was a bad idea to expose the Tree of Memories.

Even fed, tourists were tourists...

"Titan! I need you to become a tour guide!" Because, even without mana, he was still quite strong.

Titan scratched himself behind the head. But I wasn’t paying him any attention! I was rushing towards the pantry!

"Here, eat this jar of pickled chili peppers!" I was hoping that the spiciness was going to give a pep to his step.

Titan blinked at me, but when I gave him the jar, he took it. His fingers brushing mine, the longing in his eyes clear.

Now, it might have been the wrong thing to do back then, the cruel thing, but Titan was a boss mob!

He needed to act human, and he needed to have a weapon!

My hope was that somehow, through the mana which had created him, he would be able to breathe fire after eating an entire jar of chili peppers, in addition to him being energetic enough to keep the tourists out of trouble.

The way he behaved, however, was something no one was prepared for...

Much less the tourists...