Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Another world version of a storage magic item?

Fren was delighted; he hadn't expected to receive such a surprise before leaving.

Those who receive blessings from a benevolent father are like hamsters; they want to hoard anything good, regardless of whether they need it or not.

But there will always be a time when we can't take everything with us. Giving up the good things that are within our reach is more painful for those who bless us than having their own flesh cut out.

The extraordinary individual who created this alchemical artifact must have been a highly skilled alchemist, to be able to remove their own stomach and make something like this.

I wonder what accident happened to the maker that led to the leak of this alchemical item.

In a craft shop, Fren picked up a leather wallet and went to the counter to pay.

The wallet was quite exquisite, but it lacked any extraordinary aura. After all, a wallet is something you should never flaunt. Even if the benevolent father who bestows blessings upon you is mentally unstable, he wouldn't openly tell others that he has something good.

The maker must have put a lot of thought into making this wallet so plain.

In his heart, Fren thanked the benevolent father who had blessed him without knowing his name; otherwise, he might have been destined to have this wallet.

After paying the bill, Fren was in a great mood. He hadn't expected to find such a great bargain. Not everyone can buy alchemical items at the price of handicrafts.

On the drive out of town, Fren was still fiddling with the wallet.

For the most important aspects of privacy and security, the creators of this wallet have also set a "password" and DNA-like authentication.

However, Fren had a cheat code; the authentication function directly provided the "password" and a way to bypass authentication.

Before even leaving Berlin, this wallet was completely owned by Sherlock Holmes.

Fren opened a mezzanine level inside, revealing a small entrance leading to an 8-cubic-meter space.

According to the description provided, the size of this space is the same as the size of the maker's stomach. Furen found it hard to imagine what kind of gigantic, obese person could have such a large stomach.

"I'll call you Liangzi from now on."

Fran chuckled and gave the wallet a nice name.

Driving recklessly without looking where he was going, Floren peered into his wallet. He expected it to be empty, but there was something inside.

Some of the decaying flesh and plants were no longer recognizable as they were.

The two-handed broadsword was riddled with cracks, and a third of the blade was missing.

The slender cane and the rapier were intact, with a scabbard made of dark purple solid wood.

The dozen or so scattered gold coins were different from the Ductile gold coins that Fren remembered; they probably didn't belong to this country or even this era.

There is another book.

Fren took out the book, which had the word "Chef" written on it in ancient language.

Students at Eden Academy have an extremely broad range of studies. In terms of languages, they not only learn an ancient language, but also two other languages.

Before the mystery of Fren's womb, he had a good memory and his grades in classical Chinese were always good, so he was naturally able to understand it.

An Extraordinary Profession: Chef

A screech of brakes filled the air as Fren slammed on the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

This was his first experience with a truly extraordinary profession.

The Secrets of Nature I only contains some basic supernatural abilities; supernatural professions should be in the later II or III.

Frenz, seeing an opportunity, sat in the car and opened the book.

The cover and pages have a delicate feel, unlike those made of plant fibers. They are likely some kind of flesh and blood product, but Fren can be certain it's not human flesh and blood.

Times have changed, nations have been established and destroyed, and many languages ​​have emerged on this continent. Only one has survived: the ancient language.

When Furen read this script for the first time after his transmigration, he was stunned for a moment. He felt that the ancient language was somewhat similar to oracle bone script, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

Ancient language has little to do with culture; it is a form of pictographic writing, where the characters themselves can represent many things. Ancient language is very objective, capable of recording mystical knowledge to the greatest extent possible, and is not influenced by subjective will.

The book wasn't thick, and Fren finished reading it in just a few minutes.

Only then did he realize that there were nine levels of extraordinary professions, and this document recorded the various abilities and corresponding rituals required for the first seven levels of the chef profession.

Combining the abilities of [Cut] and [Flame] will make you a Level 1 [Chef].

Flames are easy to understand; Furen has also come into contact with them. Linda in the lab has elemental fire abilities.

Cutting is different; it's a capability strongly related to matter. It allows matter to be completely cut through the decomposition between atoms.

Generally speaking, only crystals have strong cleavage properties. Crystals can break along specific crystal planes under external force to form smooth planes, reflecting the anisotropy of the internal structure of the crystal.

However, the "cutting" function allows for the smooth division of non-crystalline objects.

It is an extremely strong offensive capability.

It sounds like chefs who cook food are just as destructive and lethal as warriors; that's what makes them extraordinary professions.

"A wizard who can't strike with lightning speed isn't a good cook."

Fren was determined to learn this skill.

Once you've mastered [spiritual perception], you can begin learning [cutting].

If the [ripple] and [cut] can be combined, the destructive power should experience a qualitative leap.

If he gets kidnapped by cultists again, even if Fren can't pull out Stanis's spine like Chief Wilke, he should be able to get through without taking any damage.

He put the book, along with the dagger and gold ore he bought on Iris Street, back into his wallet, and then put the wallet in his pocket.

Furen drove the car into a mountain forest.

Before setting off, Fren memorized the plant distribution map near Berlint, knowing where ginkgo and banana trees were most likely to be found.

After parking the car, Fren's muscularly enhanced body allowed him to effortlessly carry a box of scorpion larvae up the mountain.

They quickly found a ginkgo tree, and Fren climbed up and found the fruit that had not yet fallen.

Peel off the outer shell, and what's revealed is the ginkgo fruit.

After collecting four or five banana trees, Furen turned around and continued searching for banana trees. Sitting quietly under the broad leaves of a banana tree, Furen waited patiently for night to fall.

As the sun completely set, Fren scratched the banana leaf stalk with his fingernail, leaving a wound.

The sap that flowed down was caught by Fren's hands, and then he drank it down in one gulp.

Feeling the moonlight in the sky and the spirituality within him, Furen knew the ritual had begun.

He drilled a hole in the gold ore, put the pupa inside, filled the hole with his own flesh and blood, and quietly waited for time to pass.

Spirituality uses flesh and blood as a bond to connect minerals, insect pupae, banana tree sap, and moonlight.

The pupa's movements gradually synchronized with the fluctuations of Freun's spirit.

Waiting for the moment of breaking free from the cocoon.