The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1258

He came and went in a hurry. Allen stayed in Zerata City for only a few days. Besides exchanging his idle resources and materials for more precious materials that were rare in the Feynman World, he also went to the Assassin Guild to visit the guild's higher-ups.

No one knows what he talked about with the union leaders, but he stayed on the union's territory for a full three days before returning to the restaurant, exhausted.

As Allen left the guild, the guild leader, who hadn't shown his face in front of the many demon members for years, along with another vice-leader and several elders, personally escorted Allen, who was in the form of a berserker demon, out, attracting countless eyes to watch and sigh.

After that, no demon knew where Allen went, just like his ghostly movements over the past decades, making him impossible to locate or find.

Soon, no one paid any attention to this low-profile berserker. Only the Green Wilderness Tavern and the Culinary Academy he had established remained in the abyss, opening doors of convenience for countless demons and alien vassals who could not find a way out.

As for Allen's other identity—Lex, the messenger of the God of Gourmet Food—he left behind many intricate and exciting stories in countless layers of the abyss. Coupled with the magical cooking profession that gradually took root in the abyss, it slowly became a legend widely spread among the demons in the abyss when they were bored.

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The vast, endless starry sky was deathly silent and cold. On the eternal black curtain, the starlight gathered into huge and magnificent galaxies, seemingly shining in a place not far away, but in fact they were infinitely far apart, because they might not even be in the same dimension.

Only creatures with sufficiently strong bodies can linger here, but unless absolutely necessary, no creature would willingly set foot here. If someone were to lose their way or lose their way to other planes, their fate would most likely be endless wandering and exile.

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In a place of eternal silence, a black lightning bolt streaked across the space, then rapidly expanded into a massive rift, from which a figure recklessly and directly emerged.

A thin layer of frost immediately appeared on the powerful body, but it disappeared as the crimson energy emanating from the body enveloped the skin. The solitary figure slowly raised his head, revealing his face as he surveyed his surroundings. It was Allen, the bear goblin who had been traveling alone for decades after leaving Feynman's world.

The spatial rift that had been torn open slowly healed. The bear goblin, having shed its disguise and returned to its original form, didn't care. It wasn't worried about getting lost in the starry sky. After some investigation, it found the nearest huge floating meteorite and sped away.

After landing on the meteorite, Allen began to busy himself, taking out various items from his dimensional device, seemingly intending to linger in this lifeless place for a long time.

A stove was placed on a cutting board, and food boxes were stacked neatly on the cutting board. Bottles and jars exuding a faint magical aura were arranged at different heights. It took Allen half a day just to gather and store all the various props in this somewhat weightless space.

Fortunately, Allen had planned ahead for what he was about to do, and the various props placed on the meteorite's surface were just as firmly fixed in their original places as they would be in the material world.

Even the stove, which originally used fuel and air for combustion, has now been transformed into a magical device that directly extracts the various elements from the items put in to achieve the desired effect. A piece of carbonized ore, which is of extremely high value in the eyes of outsiders, was casually thrown into the stove by Allen. A burst of pale blue flames immediately shot out from the pit in the center of the stove, bringing some warmth to the cold meteorite.

After another round of checks and comparisons, confirming that all the equipment was functioning properly and that his preparations were sufficient, Allen solemnly put on his chef's apron and hat. He slightly focused his mind and adjusted his breathing, and a faint, elusive wave of magical energy rippled outwards from him within a five-meter radius—he had activated the authority of the God of Food Domain. Clang!
A rectangular kitchen knife, gleaming with a sharp, cold light, flew off the knife rack beside the cutting board and landed right in the hands of the bear goblin Allen. As he opened the lid of a food box, he revealed precious ingredients inside, glistening like crystal.

Click! !
The object, clearly not an ordinary item, was grasped by Allen's large hands and snapped in two with a sudden burst of strength. A drop of murky, milky-white fluid, carrying an alluring aroma, flowed from the broken surface, yet it wouldn't drip out.

Allen took out a large bucket and placed it on the stove. The two pieces of bone, which looked like crystals, were thrown into it. Then Allen poured water elemental magic into it, submerging the entire ingredient, and left it to simmer on the stove.

Then Allen opened a food box, took out a lump of meat cut from the body of some kind of animal, rubbed and shook it to break the remaining tendons and bones, and then placed it on the cutting board. With quick and rhythmic movements, a whole piece of meat was cut into distinct pieces of different sizes in a short time.

The long knife sliced ​​across the cutting board, and the slices of meat fell onto the blade. They were then placed back into the food box for preservation.

Then, without pausing to rest, Allen, dressed in a beige chef's uniform, immediately opened another food box, took out another precious ingredient that exuded a strong magical aura, and earnestly continued his preliminary processing work.

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At this point, the purpose of the bear goblin saint Allen's trip became clear: to carry out a protracted magical cooking competition.

Having traveled and adventured underground, in the abyss, and in the endless starry sky for decades, Allen has accumulated countless ingredients. Just storing and preserving these ingredients has taken up the space of three of Allen's dimensional devices.

The dimensional equipment that Allen has now left in his possession is all of the highest quality, with storage space far exceeding that of almost all the dimensional equipment in Feynman's world, each having a capacity of at least hundreds of cubic meters.

The ingredients that Allen was able to keep were all rare and exquisite items that were hard to find in the Feynman world, making them excellent consumables for Allen to further improve his magical cooking skills.

Having also traveled through the Abyss and encountered and fought against more powerful Abyss Lords and Saint-level beings, Allen has gained a clearer understanding of the predicaments he will face in the future.

Compared to other Abyss Lords or Saints at their peak, Allen's greatest advantage might be his ability to create magical dishes that can be enhanced with various amazing effects.

In particular, the God of Cookery realm has gradually unearthed its greater potential through years of continuous research, with the two major enhancement effects, 'The Tragedy of Five Flavors' and 'A Feast of Gluttony,' one negative and one positive, continuously taking shape. This requires Allen to have a deeper understanding and skill in cooking in order to further refine these realm effects and promote the further sublimation and strengthening of the realm.

After considering various practical factors, Allen decided to cook in the endless starry sky as the final picture of his journey through many planes.