Shirou's clones number 30 million

Tianlong Renlang sighed softly and continued:

"I parted ways with Zeff and Sanji in Loguetown, since we had agreed to only go as far as the East Blue. But now that Zeff is gone, I feel like my food level has plummeted."

"Ah……"

"What do you mean? I'm just stating the facts."

"A person who doesn't know how to make good use of their own strengths is no different from a kindergarten child."

"Advantages?"

Tenryu Shirou pondered for a few seconds, and several ideas gradually rose in his mind, but he was not sure if these were Sakurai's ideas.

"I think I understand. You mean you want me to try cooking myself?"

"shake hands."

Shirou Sakurai sighed silently, extended his right hand, and lightly shook hands with him.

The next moment, Sakurai's thoughts instantly flowed into Tenryu Shirou's mind.

"It's not about cooking for yourself, but about using your position to recruit top chefs."

"I admit that Zeff is a good cook, but to say that he is the best in the world is to underestimate everyone."

"If you don't know what to do, you can try holding a World's Greatest Chef Competition. The winner will receive a huge amount of money, expensive kitchen utensils, recipes from another world, and the title of God of Cookery."

good idea!

The man from Tianlong's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.

Some do it for fame, some for money, and some for a higher level of culinary skill.

In life, everyone has one or two things they care about.

Holding a world's best chef competition would definitely attract many talented chefs.

Perhaps we could try holding a tournament to determine the world's greatest swordsman.

However, Kuina is too weak; if the tournament were held now, she would only be a spectator. It wouldn't be too late to hold it two years later, after she becomes a swordsman.

"You're amazing! You're so clever. How come I didn't think of that?"

……

The Ghoul World.

Even among ourselves, there are all sorts of differences.

Sitting in the living room, Shirou opened a can of cola and thought as he drank:

Everyone has a different personality and mindset.

The difference would be even greater if everything wasn't readily available for sharing.

After finishing a can of cola, Shirou left the room and walked slowly along the street, soon entering a deep alley.

The immediate priority is to hunt ghouls and place their corpses into the White Mist Space as experimental materials for the other Shirous to retrieve.

All that's left is to wait.

It might take a day or two, or a month or two, or even longer.

"Well... it doesn't matter if it's fast or slow, I'm not a ghoul anyway."

"Have it!"

Shirou stopped and stared expressionlessly at a middle-aged man eating in the distance, his right hand unconsciously resting on his belt.

The next moment, he suddenly realized that he no longer needed to use the quinque as a weapon.

Compared to quinques, ice skates are actually sharper.

"Forget it, I'll just use it. It's a habit I've had for so long, and I can't just break it in a hurry."

"White dove!!"

The middle-aged ghoul yelled, abandoning his meal and running in a panic toward the other end of the alley.

In an instant, Shirou's belt transformed into a two-meter-long slender blade. With a light slash, the blade flashed across the ghoul's leg, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.

"Ah...! I...I don't want to die yet, please let me go."

"Ha... That's as if that mutilated corpse wanted to die."

"My daughter is still young. If I'm gone, she won't be able to survive. Please, let her go."

"Sorry, if you have any resentment, resent yourself for living in this hellish world."

The blade flashed across the ghoul's neck, and his head fell to the ground with a soft thud.

"The first one."

With a slight thought, Shirou instantly covered the ghoul's entire body with ice, turning his corpse into a block of ice.

With a casual wave of his hand, the ice block entered the white mist space.

"Let's continue. Today's target is ten ghoul corpses."

Although Shirou wasn't a researcher, he knew from the Mizukage's own memories that a lot of materials were needed to conduct experiments.

Therefore, the more ghoul corpses the better.

"Speaking of which, if a drug is really developed that can restore ghouls to their human form, the question is, who should it be given to?"

Those heinous ghouls should naturally be eliminated; they are not within the scope of salvation.

But in such a crazy and desperate world, apart from people like Antiques, which ghoul can guarantee that they have never attacked a human?

If the standard for judgment is death for murderers, then every ghoul in the world would be subject to it.

Therefore, another standard must be chosen.

Lost in thought, Shirou half-squatted down and gently touched the remaining ghoul blood on the ground with his left fingertip.

At the same time, the marking magic is activated, limited to the entire world.

The next second, countless tiny red dots appeared in Shirou's eyes.

"It really works? If I choose the first option, I can start right now."

With thousands of clones, following the clues, it won't be long before ghouls disappear from the world.

After hesitating for a long time, he sighed softly:

"Let's wait and see. If the drug development fails and is deemed impossible, then we'll use the first method."

Over the next hour, Shirou traversed every corner of the city, collecting a total of 13 ghoul corpses.

Chapter 118 Come with me to report for duty tomorrow morning

Chapter 118, Section 119: Come with me to report for duty tomorrow morning.

"This is the last one. Let's call it a day."

The ghouls in the vicinity have been cleared out, and the remaining distance is too far to be worth the trip.

As for experimental materials, thirteen bodies should be enough.

"Hopefully they can figure it out soon."

Compared to the Black Dragon King and the Mizukage, Shirou values ​​his relationship with Tsukimi Shirou more.

Sakurai is right. Planet Deviluke is the overlord of the galaxy, and its technological level is definitely not just what is shown in the original work.

Comics are limited by the author's imagination, but in reality, the technology of a galactic overlord might far exceed the scope of human imagination.

"Kotomine?"

As I walked home, a faint sound suddenly came from afar.

Kotomine is a rare surname; at least among Shirou's acquaintances, he is the only one with this surname.

Following the direction of the sound, two girls immediately came into view.

They were twin sisters with identical looks, hairstyles, and clothes; the biggest difference was their hair color.

One had white hair, and the other had black hair; combined with their outstanding good looks, they stood out remarkably.

Shirou stared at the two for a few seconds before he remembered who they were.

"Black Nai? Nai Bai?"

In the past, when Shirou was a senior investigator, he went to the Investigator Academy to share his experience with the students.

Because they were all around the same age, Shirou got along well with all the students at the time.

He was later promoted to Associate Special Investigator and transferred away from the academy to lead teams in organized ghoul battles.

In total, I only spent a little over a month at the academy.

"Does Professor Kotomine still remember us?" Anju Naoshiro asked with delight.

“We haven’t seen you since you were promoted to Associate Special Investigator.” Anju Kurona paused, then said hesitantly, “It’s been a long time. How have you been?”

"I'm fine, but have you... encountered any difficulties?"

The two looked exhausted, and their clothes were a little dirty.

"us…"

Just as Anju Naoshiro was about to speak, Anju Kuroko suddenly grabbed her shoulder, causing her to swallow back the words that were about to come out.

"Why is Professor Kotomine here?" Anju Kurona asked hesitantly.

“My home is nearby. I came out to buy some things and happened to run into you.”

Shirou looked the two of them up and down, his gaze finally settling on Kurona's face.

She seemed to be doubting herself. Why?

"Why are you out here so late at night instead of staying at home? Tokyo is very dangerous at night."

He was skilled and daring, but these twins were just ordinary people wandering the streets at night; they really weren't afraid of death.

"We... no longer have a home."