Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

That moment of hesitation...

It was quickly suppressed.

Zuo Chang froze his emotions, calmly, coldly, and indifferently wielding his sword:

"Steel-Cutting Lightning"

After a seemingly ordinary sword swing, the last dark shadow turned into wisps of smoke.

Then——

Congratulations! A new record has been set.

[You achieved a 100% completion rate in the Ancient Battlefield, becoming the undisputed record holder.]

Golden light gathers!

A cylinder engraved with auspicious cloud patterns floated in mid-air, waiting for Zuo Chang to grasp it.

Zuo Chang knew what this was:

"Record tube"

Unscrew the recorder to release the information stored within, and a new champion will be born.

This arrangement was naturally for the purpose of secrecy.

Due to personal reasons or objective factors, some people do not want others to know that they broke the record.

The information in the recorder is stored permanently, and the owner can access it whenever they want.

When the "world announcement" of the birth of a new king is made, others cannot know exactly when this record was created, and thus it loses its significance to investigate.

Without hesitation, Zuo Chang unscrewed the cap of the recording tube.

A golden light flowed from the tube, and a notification appeared before their eyes:

[A global announcement is coming soon. Do you wish to reveal your name?]

Zuo Chang spoke up, saying, "Anonymous."

[The world announcement can be published at any time within seven days. Should it be published immediately?]

Zuo Chang added, "It will be announced in eight hours."

The global announcement will be released anonymously in eight hours.

[Following this announcement, you officially become the record holder. You will receive 1 point each time the Ancient Battlefield opens.]

The notification flashed by quickly, and everything returned to normal.

The next instant, the yellow sand battlefield collapsed, and Zuo Chang reappeared in the train carriage.

He looked up at the photo of Qian Wuyi hanging in the carriage.

This is a privilege of the copy record holder.

Every adventurer who travels by train to the instance will see this portrait that symbolizes honor.

In the photo, Qian Wuyi is wearing a military uniform and looks radiant. His sharp eyes and the smile on his lips exude confidence and composure.

Eight hours later...

His portrait will be torn down.

Thanks to Ah Ji for the donation, and I'll give you a shout-out to the leader... May you live a long and healthy life, brother!

My recent momentum seems to be quite good. I'm new to this place and don't know much about it, yet my book is ranked 79th on the new book list! Thank you all for your support, Brother Ya, I am deeply grateful!

Chapter 45 How dare they call someone a dog!

The head chef of Lou Wai Lou is a middle-aged man with thirty years of experience in the industry.

His "Braised Lion's Head Meatballs" were famous throughout Tianwang City, and the taste was extremely delicious. Even Qian Wuyi praised it highly after eating it.

just now……

He's in trouble.

"Snapped!"

The crisp crack of the whip rang out, and the head chef trembled, his head covered in sweat.

Blood Rose drew a deep welt on the stove, then looked down at it and said, "Tell me why."

"Woo..."

The head chef looked up, his voice trembling: "Sir... everyone has their strengths, you... you shouldn't be... not a cook..."

Snapped!

The whip fell again.

Blood Rose's face was frosty. She let out a soft, soft "Ah": "You mean I don't have the talent to cook your dishes?"

The head chef waved his hands repeatedly: "No! No! Sir, it's...it's you who doesn't need it...If you want to eat lion's head meatballs, I'll make them for you anytime!"

Before leaving, Zuo Chang had a meal at Lou Wai Lou restaurant.

There were lion's head meatballs on the table at the time. After Zuo Chang ate them, he praised them highly and exclaimed that they were delicious. Blood Rose silently remembered them.

Things are different now than they were in the past.

Zuo Chang was no longer a great general, and there was no longer a royal chef to serve him.

Blood Rose thought she should take care of the general herself, so before the formal arrest, she took the opportunity to learn how to cook lion's head meatballs.

I studied for five hours, but I still don't understand anything.

Blood Rose was anxious.

She didn't know what was going on. Was it because she lacked the talent for cooking? Or was it because the fat man in front of her hadn't taught her properly?

Forget it.

do not care.

She slammed a photo on the stove: "Do you know that murder is punishable by death?"

kill?

life for a life?

The head chef looked down at the photo.

It was a simple landscape photo, with a lush pomegranate tree at the center.

The head chef's breath caught in his throat for a moment, and his wide eyes widened in horror.

Blood Rose spoke softly and gently, "You know what's under this tree. Don't think everyone is stupid, that you're the only clever one in the world. Getting a criminal to confess is easier than drinking water; what I enjoy the challenge of is getting someone to admit to a crime they never committed... Would you like to try my methods?"

"Goo."

The head chef's Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Blood Rose.

The instigator of the "hundred days of silence," the mastermind behind the "gray terror," she is synonymous with bloodshed and torture, and her fearsome reputation is widespread!

Faced with such a person, the head chef had no intention of making excuses.

He knelt down abruptly, begging for mercy: "Sir! I... I wasn't the mastermind... I was paid to do it, someone else wanted to kill Old Li!"

Snapped!Snapped!

Blood Rose slapped the head chef across the face with the back of her hand and said, "Your only chance of survival now is to teach me how to make 'Braised Lion's Head Meatballs.' I've already wasted five hours here, and you haven't taught me the real thing, have you? Hmm? I'll give you one more chance. Listen carefully, if next time, my lion's head meatballs still don't turn out right, you'll be the mastermind behind Old Li's murder! You'll bear the consequences!"

Now, the head chef was truly desperate.

He didn't know where the courage came from, but he suddenly lost control of his emotions, grabbed the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and charged forward while roaring!

"Protect the Roses, Director!"

"That beast...how dare he!"

The inspectors, who were waiting outside the kitchen, noticed the situation earlier.

They rushed over, snatched the cleaver from the head chef's hand, and pinned him to the floor: "Behave yourself!"

"Let me go! Let me go! This is outrageous... I'm going to kill her!"

The head chef was being held down by the head, yet he continued to roar.

"This is outrageous! If you want me dead, just say so! You even gave me a chance..."

"I told you to use a low flame, but you turned it upside down! I told you to add sugar, but you added salt!"

"I told you to sauté the scallions and garlic until they're fragrant and then take them out, but you insisted they weren't fragrant enough! They're burnt!"

"You...you can't even tell the difference between soy sauce and vinegar, how am I supposed to teach you! How am I supposed to teach you!"

The head chef, looking like a trapped beast, roared incessantly.

I can tell.

The past five hours have been extremely agonizing for him.

Blood Rose stood upright with her legs slightly apart and her hands behind her back, looking down at the head chef who was lying by her boots.

To outsiders, she appears beautiful and alluring, yet also exudes an air of authority.

Hearing the head chef's frantic roar, the deputy director coughed and said, "Director Rose, don't mind it... I can't cook either."

Blood Rose remained unfazed: "Is my cooking really that bad?"

The deputy director considered it for a moment and then remained silent.

"To be honest, I don't care."

"Uh...you..." The deputy director scratched his head. "Your cooking skills are catastrophic. Five hours is enough for a normal person to at least make something edible, if not delicious."

Blood Rose turned her head and looked at the pile of charcoal on the plate on the table.

She looked away and said, "You really dare to tell the truth."

The deputy director bowed his head: "Being honest with you is necessary."