The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1257

Nearly thirty years later, Allen used an item to transform back into the Berserker, finally setting foot once again in Zerata, the core city ruled by one of the most powerful lords of the Abyss—Lord Darkness.

The familiar scene and environment, the strong bullying the weak is the eternal rule of this city and even the entire Abyss. Only after showing a little bit of his strength can Allen stand steadily in front of the restaurant called 'Green Wilderness'.

When I left the restaurant, business was just starting out. Although it had gained some fame through advertising, the number of customers was still rather low due to limitations in space and chefs.

However, when Allen returned this time, the restaurant he saw had changed completely. Not only was the building larger, more magnificent, and more luxurious, but the surrounding dozen or so buildings had also been incorporated into the restaurant. Moreover, there was a constant stream of devilish customers coming and going, with the sounds of clinking glasses and the clamor of string and wind instruments creating a lively scene.

The thugs on guard at the gate have been replaced by sword demons with legendary strength. The composite blades that grow from their toes, elbows and other parts of their bodies gleam with a cold light. Just by standing there, they can dispel the evil thoughts of many demons.

Of course, there are always some devils who don't believe in evil and try to cause trouble in this restaurant.

Bang! !
On the third floor of the main building, a loud bang suddenly came from the heavy steel window on the side facing the street. Then, a ghostly demonic figure rushed out from it, holding an object tightly to its chest.

The man, who appeared to be an assassin, had barely landed when he took off running. The two guards at the gate, seeing this, did not hesitate to give chase.

Only then did a furious demonic face appear through the opened window on the third floor, shouting as it tried to jump down to join the chase: "Catch that bastard! He stole my magical dish!!"

If they hadn't shouted, the demons around them, who were already used to this kind of scene, would have just watched a good show. But when they heard that this audacious Soul Judge actually had a magical dish, the demon residents were determined not to miss this opportunity and would snatch the good thing from him so that they could enjoy it themselves.

But as fate would have it, the assassin carrying the silver plate didn't run anywhere else; instead, he ran straight towards where Allen was standing, roaring menacingly at Allen as he ran: "Get lost, you reptile! Don't block my way!!"

Hehehe~~
Allen couldn't help but smile. He never expected to encounter something so interesting. Then, with a light tap of his foot on the hard ground, his figure shifted mysteriously and appeared directly in front of the bloated body of the Soul Judgement Demon.

With an arm outstretched, he precisely grabbed the corner of the silver plate that the other party was protecting in front of his chest. Then, he extended his right foot and gently kicked forward. The hundred-pound Soul Judge Demon turned into a fleshy bullet, leaving a long afterimage as it shot back in the direction it had come from, scaring the surrounding chasing demons into scattering in all directions.

Boom! ! !
The assassin only stopped flying when he crashed into the hard wall of the restaurant. The demon, who had been so menacing towards Allen just moments before, now had his eyes closed and his gaze was dull and lifeless. He had been killed with a single kick.

Seeing this, the other demons, though still tempted by the magical dish covered with a dome-shaped lid that now had a different master, couldn't help but weigh their own strength and whether they could snatch the silverware from this seemingly ordinary berserker demon.

However, everyone quickly stopped worrying about it, because the two legendary sword demon guards hired by the restaurant caught up and flanked Allen on either side, saying to him with murderous intent, "Sir, what you have in your hand belongs to our 'Green Wilderness Demon' restaurant. Please return it to us."

"Yes, yes, yes, that's a magical dish I queued for a year and paid a huge price for! Berserker Demon, if you're willing to return it to me, I'll reward you with 1, no, 2 soul stones!!"

Following closely behind the two sword demons was a Sleep Demon, a rare sight even in the abyss. His face and tone were constantly changing as he hurriedly tried to assert that he was the original owner of the dish.

"Mr. Scarb, please rest assured that as long as the magical dish remains intact, it will still belong to you. The 'Green Fields' restaurant will not violate business principles."

Although he didn't know exactly what happened on the third floor that allowed the Assassin Demon to steal the magical dishes, one of the dutiful Blade Demons still behaved very well and made an assurance to the seemingly weaker Sleep Demon.

However, even the two powerful sword demons were somewhat wary of the seemingly ordinary berserker demon in front of them. Assassination demons, as high-level demons in the abyss, had good growth potential and were especially good at speed and reaction, but they were powerless against this berserker demon. There was no other reason than overwhelming strength.

Although the lid on the silver plate remained closed, Allen, possessing the domain of the God of Food, sensed the magical energy pulsating within it the moment he gained control, thus gleaning some basic information. A mere high-level magical dish was nothing special to Allen, a Saint-level being, especially since the 'Green Wilderness Demon' restaurant was his own business.

Allen casually tossed the plate aside, which was carefully caught by the knife demon beside him. Under the other's somewhat surprised gaze, Allen slowly said, "Get me a private room on the top floor, and then notify Willie, the manager of your restaurant, to come see me."

"Excuse me, do you know our store manager?"

One of the sword demons couldn't help but ask.

"He knew who I was as soon as he saw me."

Allen didn't respond further, and instead walked towards the main building of the restaurant, which was packed with customers.

More than an hour later, Willie, the dwarf shopkeeper who was in another city, arrived slowly down the street with a legendary high-ranking guard riding a majestic demon beast.

Allen, slightly annoyed, leaned out from the newly built fifth floor and called out, "Has your efficiency dropped this low lately, Willie?"

Hearing someone call his name, the gnome Willy was slightly taken aback before looking up toward the source of the sound. It had been many years since any demon had dared to call him by his name so directly. He wanted to see who had such a high status.

When the dwarf goblin finally saw the face that Willie would never forget by the window, his previously composed and slightly malicious mind went blank. He then instinctively jumped off his pack animal, even forgetting his legendary strength, and scrambled towards the restaurant.

In less than three minutes, the panicked goblin arrived at the private room on the fifth floor. His legs went weak and he knelt down at the doorway, bowing respectfully to Allen: "Master, you're back!!"

A goblin manager on duty at the hotel, who had been following Willie upstairs, was stunned when he saw this scene. Then, as if realizing something, he quickly reached out and closed the door to the private room, keeping his eyes tightly shut and not daring to peek inside again.

"Manager Willie is really putting on airs these days, making me wait for over a magic hour!!"

Allen didn't even glance at the kneeling goblin. His calm words felt like an ice cave to the goblin's ears, freezing his blood and causing him to tremble uncontrollably. Years of pampered living had completely deformed the goblin's body; he was at least three times larger than when he first followed Allen. His strength, however, remained only at the early Legendary level; his aura and movements were weak and unsteady, clearly showing little improvement.

The more Allen examined the guy, the more disappointed he became. He had originally come to Zerata City intending to take this dwarf goblin to Feynman's World, but now it seemed that the guy wasn't worth his attention.

"Please forgive me, Master. When I received the news, I was managing the new store in the central district. There were many trivial matters there, and it was also the peak dining season, so I was delayed for a while."

Willie quickly defended himself, his little head lowered to the ground as he cautiously peered at his master's face, which was expressionless, even though he knew very well that the berserker's appearance was just a disguise.

Allen didn't even bother to get angry at this good-for-nothing, and got straight back to the point with a blank expression.

"I want to take a look at the accounts from the past few decades, and I'd also like to call Bella over so I can ask her about the development of the culinary school."

Sensing that his master's anger seemed to have subsided, Willie breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he heard that he wanted to check the accounts, his heart tightened again. But thinking that he had done a good job of manipulating the accounts, he believed that his master should not find anything. So the dwarf goblin felt at ease and replied in a deep voice, "Yes, I will arrange it now."

Bella, who no longer oversees the restaurant's culinary affairs and focuses more on the culinary academy, rushed over from the academy upon hearing of her master Allen's return. Compared to the overweight Willie, Bella's physique hasn't changed much; the only difference is that her overflowing life force is more composed and powerful, as if she has already found her own legendary path.

This surprised Allen slightly, but considering that Bella was able to be sold as a slave commodity, her talent was also outstanding. In addition, she was probably the second most skilled chef in the Abyss after himself, so it was normal for her to benefit from being close to her.

While flipping through the thick ledgers, Allen listened attentively to the progress of the culinary academy's development over the years. It took him most of the day to gain an accurate understanding of the current scale of the 'Green Wilderness' restaurant and academy.

As Allen instructed before he left, all the restaurant's profits were to be used for its own expansion and to support the culinary academy.

With the development over the years, both have actually reached certain bottlenecks. For example, the layout of Green Wilderness Tavern, even with the support of the Assassin Guild, has only expanded from the lower city of Zerata to the middle city. Unless it can cultivate master-level or higher magic chefs, the dishes cooked by mid-level and high-level magic chefs are not yet qualified to become a feast on the tables of the upper demons.

The culinary academy is also hampered by the lack of top-notch magical chefs. Although it attracts many weak demons or vassal races who lack talent in combat, the truly talented and resourceful students tend to prefer studying promising professions such as alchemy and blacksmithing.

"...Although the restaurant and academy are developing quite well, they still fall far short of my expectations, especially your progress in combat, Willie, which is the most disappointing to me!!"

After closing the ledger, Allen actually noticed a lot of suspicious activity, but he didn't point it out.

This restaurant was originally a staging operation by Allen to promote the magic cooking profession in the Abyss. He probably wouldn't care how large it became in the future, since he didn't know when he would come to the Abyss again.

However, necessary reprimands and punishments must be shown, otherwise this lazy fellow will probably become even more irresponsible after I'm really gone.

"Master, I was wrong..."

Willie lowered his head, not daring to meet Allen's gaze. He felt as if an invisible, icy blade was pointing at his forehead, making him extremely uncomfortable and nervous.

Snapped! !

A loud slap suddenly swept across Willie's cheek, sending the fat, short goblin flying. He crashed heavily into the steel wall, causing a loud bang.

Before Willie could even regain his senses, another sharp dagger whistled through the air, piercing the goblin's left shoulder joint and severing his arm. The goblin nearly cried out in agony, but he forced himself to remain silent, his face contorted with fear and pleading as he slumped to the ground, too afraid to move.

"Remember your place, and don't get carried away, or I'll harvest your souls at any moment!!"

The indifferent words uttered by Allen sent a chill down the spines of the two dwarfs in the room, who answered in unison, "We dare not forget."

"Take your piece of trash and get out of here!!"

Only then did Allen raise his head, glancing over Willie's body for the first time, and speaking with a hint of disgust.

Willie felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He scrambled to his feet, bowed to Allen, picked up his severed arm, and ran quickly out of the room. This big shot, famous throughout the neighborhood, didn't dare utter a sound.

After Willie left and the door closed again, Allen took out several books from his dimensional bag and casually tossed them to Bella, the female dwarf goblin who was kneeling not far in front of him.

"These books contain some tips and precautions for advancing to master-level cooking. Take some time to study them yourself."

"And this parchment, which is Willie's slave contract, I'm giving it to you as well."

"From now on, you will be in full charge of this place and the academy. I have no other requirements for you, except that you should carry forward the art of magical cooking and bring as many magical chefs as possible into the abyss."

"Have……"

Bella listened carefully to Allen's words, a growing sense of doubt rising in her heart. It seemed that her master, who had just returned, was making preparations for a future trip.

The female dwarf goblin had no idea that she was about to become incredibly wealthy, with the restaurant and academy becoming her property, whereas their original owner, Allen, had always looked down on such a business.