Stealing Kills with Spinach

[The Chef]'s reaction was not slow at all, but it was still too late.

Weird entities in combat do not understand techniques; they rely entirely on instinct.

The carpet beneath [The Chef]'s feet completely turned to porcelain, along with his shoes and calves.

The porcelain-transforming power continued to spread upward, on the verge of overtaking his thighs.

What a member of the Cult of the Mist—ruthless and a man of few words.

He had just lost a leg last night, and now he was decisively amputating his own limbs to survive.

[The Chef] summoned a kitchen knife into his hand and directly sliced off both of his lower legs at the knees.

In the mystical world, combat was just this bloody. If your [Immortality] could not withstand the opponent's [Mystery], you either had to avoid getting hit, or if you were struck, victory and defeat were decided in an instant.

In the first exchange of blows.

Chen Miemie nearly got his throat slit, and [The Chef] lost his lower legs.

What was even more cruel was that combat was not a turn-based game. As soon as the legless [The Chef] hit the ground, the porcelain-transforming power lunged at him again.

It was an invisible, intangible power. It was hard enough to detect, let alone dodge.

The porcelain-transforming power could not be seen directly by the naked eye, but as it spread upward from the carpet, any intervening objects would be turned to porcelain first.

[The Chef] slammed his hand hard against the wall, using the recoil to vault himself onto the dining table in the living room.

While keeping his eyes on Chen Miemie and Qinghua, he remained constantly vigilant as to whether the underside of the table was turning to porcelain.

No wonder Joker's attitude towards you is so special. Keeping anomalies as pets... Chen Miemie, you are the real monster here. Perhaps there is a possibility for us to cooperate.

Chen Miemie's expression was unfriendly.

You came to my door to cause trouble, tried to kill me, and now that you realize you cannot win halfway through the fight, you want to talk about cooperation? Where the hell was this attitude earlier?

It was rare for his side to have the upper hand, and right now, he only wanted to win this battle decisively.

Cut the crap. Since you said you were going to cook me a meal, how about we take the ingredients from your own body? At this moment, Chen Miemie acted more like a villain than the actual villain.

Knowing that things were unlikely to end peacefully, [The Chef] stopped replying. He glanced at the dining table and felt a surge of joy.

He saw the mouth-watering pineapple roast chicken on the table.

[The Chef]'s abilities were Everything Can Be Cooked and its derivative, Dietary Supplement.

The former allowed his kitchen knife to cut through any hard substance and his pot to cook anything that was conventionally hard to kill.

The latter allowed him to replenish energy, heal injuries, and burst with power by eating.

Heaven is helping me. If I eat this roast chicken, I will be able to unleash a burst of power. Even if I cannot counter-kill, I will have a great chance of breaking out of here.

[The Chef] immediately showed off his skills—devouring a whole roast chicken in just three bites.

He even swallowed the pineapple leaves.

Chen Miemie was dumbfounded, and Qinghua was dumbfounded.

Even Bobo, who was constantly ready to launch a sneak attack, was dumbfounded.

Of all the things to eat, you had to eat our pineapple roast chicken?

In the next moment, [The Chef] lost control of his own body.

He avoided being turned into porcelain, but he could not avoid being turned into a roast chicken.

His thighs turned into roast chicken legs, his hands turned into roast chicken wings, and his last remaining shred of [Immortality] desperately guarded his heart, preventing his body from completely turning into a chicken carcass.

Instead of advancing, Chen Miemie retreated, keeping a safe distance, and waved his hand.

He had not forgotten the precious knowledge passed down by [Dean]: never let your guard down until the dust has completely settled.

Seeing Chen Miemie's gesture, Bobo channeled its power and halted the further erosion of the roast-chicken-transforming power.

Tell me the information about your companions, Chen Miemie shouted from afar, across the entire living room.

[The Chef] was now left with only a human head and a human heart inside his torso.

He twisted his neck and spotted Bobo nearby.

Heh, a second anomaly. My defeat is not unjust. We people of the Cult of the Mist do not care about keeping secrets for our companions, but I simply just do not want to tell you, haha.

Chen Miemie let out an Oh and said, Kill him.

Wait! [The Chef] shouted. Aren't you supposed to try and persuade me? You should at least use some threats and bribes. Don't you follow the usual tropes?

Chen Miemie no longer wanted to communicate. He continued to wave his hand, signaling Bobo to do it.

Stop! Let me tell you, if I do not go back, my companions will start an indiscriminate massacre. You don't want to see rivers of blood, do you?

Visible joy appeared on Chen Miemie's face:

That's great. If he keeps hiding, I wouldn't be able to find him. As long as he dares to act and expose himself, things will be easy to handle from then on.

[The Chef] was out of options. Only then did he remember.

Who exactly was Chen Miemie? What kind of good guy could live in harmony with Joker? What kind of good person would keep anomalies at home?

If he were a righteous person, he would have reported him long ago. Threatening a guy like this with the lives of strangers was simply a joke.

Chen Miemie did not call for a stop.

So Bobo did not stop either. Soon, [The Chef] completely turned into a roast chicken missing its claws, becoming history.

[The Chef], whose hands were covered in blood and who had processed countless ingredients, ultimately became an ingredient himself. It could be considered a form of karmic retribution.

Although he did not do it with his own hands, the familiar anomalies were acting according to his plan and were essentially his tools. This could be considered Chen Miemie's first time killing someone.

There was no special feeling. If you do not kill, others will kill you. There was no time to be sentimental beforehand, and afterward, it just felt like nothing much.

However, there was one thing for sure: Chen Miemie would absolutely never eat the roast chicken that [The Chef] had turned into.

He was also worried that if he threw it in the trash, scavengers might pick it up and eat it. So, he chopped the roast chicken into pieces and flushed it down the sewer.

Successfully destroyed the corpse and erased the traces. I really am a little genius.

[The Chef] was a good guy; he even dropped loot when he died.

The box of kitchenware he had brought was joyfully inventoried by Qinghua and then sorted and arranged in the empty kitchen.

Thus, aside from a large pot, the kitchen was finally hung full of kitchenware once again.

At 17:20 in the afternoon.

Dusk was approaching.

Joker returned from outside and came over to visit again.

Since I brought this trouble upon you, I went out today to try and track down [The Chef]. Unfortunately, this person is too cunning and has probably fully recovered by now. Although you are strong, they will resort to any means necessary, so you should still be careful.

Chen Miemie nodded. I will be careful. It's exactly dinnertime. You haven't eaten, right? Want to have some roast chicken together?

Joker did not dare to eat the roast chicken at Chen Miemie's house at all.

He glanced at the table, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Then he returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, pretending he had not seen anything.

Chen Miemie enthusiastically walked Joker to the door, chattering non-stop about things like a distant relative is not as good as a near neighbor, come over and hang out more often, and the more the merrier.

Joker returned to his home at 1805. Only after closing the door did he tremblingly pull a cigarette from his pocket. He struck his lighter several times before finally lighting it.

Farewell, [The Chef].

Just now, next to the roast chicken on Chen Miemie's dining table, he had seen a small carving knife used for cutting roast chicken.

A carving knife that looked incredibly familiar to him.