Shirou's clones number 30 million

Thirteen years ago, I was transported to a modern urban world, but my status was too low and my family was too poor.

The original owner was a 15-year-old boy raised by bar girls, living on the bare minimum of subsistence, his family practically destitute.

Out of desperation, he could only make some money through suggestion and hypnotic magic.

Of course, he still adhered to his bottom line at that time.

Thinking that he was borrowing money, he even wrote down each name in a notebook, intending to return it later.

With over ten years of culinary experience, he opened a restaurant, because his only skill and confidence lay in cooking.

After opening, the business flourished and received rave reviews.

With thicker wallets, moving into a new home, life is getting better and better.

If it ended here, it would be an inspiring story.

However, things in life are rarely as one wishes.

Three months after the school opened, he happened to hear the name Totsuki Academy.

With over ten years of culinary experience, he was confident he could pass the entrance exam.

After being gilded by Totsuki and receiving a Totsuki graduation certificate, the restaurant will become even more popular.

But during the entrance exam, he met a woman named Nakiri Managi, whose cooking skills were criticized as utterly worthless.

What was once a sure thing for admission has now become impossible.

At that time, he maintained a relatively good attitude and thought it was not a big deal.

Without Totsuki, the restaurant's reputation will only improve more slowly.

Six months after opening, he encountered that woman, Nakiri Managi, once again.

Nakiri Managi once again belittled his cooking, almost saying, "You are not fit to be a chef at all."

As a well-known figure, her words instantly appeared in magazines, newspapers, and on television, spreading increasingly widely.

As a result, the restaurant, which had been operating for half a year, suddenly became deserted and no one came to visit.

As a result, all the money they had earned was lost, and they were left with a mountain of debt.

The poor woman who raised the original owner of this body was also greatly shocked and fell ill. She passed away not long after.

Although I have no feelings for her, although I don't like her nagging, although I consider her just a roommate who lives with me, and although I have never called her "Mom" since I transmigrated.

But seeing her still smiling and comforting herself even as she lay in her hospital bed, nearing the end of her life, Shirou felt that something inside him was broken.

From that day on, Shirou began to add that woman's surname—Sakurai—before his own name.

From that day on, his bottom line became lower and lower. He started to make money by using suggestion and hypnosis magic, and he dabbled in all kinds of industries. He did whatever industry made money, but he never got involved in the catering industry.

In those gourmet anime without magic, people who know magic can do whatever they want.

In just thirteen years, he built a business empire.

Naturally, this is a dark empire built upon endless corpses, beneath which countless lives are buried.

Recently, he felt confident that he had the ability to forcefully acquire Yuanyue and was in the process of doing so.

The target is not only Totsuki, but also Nakiri Managi and her daughter Nakiri Erina.

Thinking of Nakiri Managi again, Sakurai Shirou frowned, thinking to himself:

I thought I had long since stopped caring about the past. The reason I wanted to take action against them was just out of interest. But why does thinking about the past again bring such a strong sense of disgust to my heart?

These thoughts flashed through Sakurai's mind in an instant.

In Slime Shirou's eyes, he was all smiles one second and then his face darkened the next, as if he had lost the whole world. He couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"What's wrong with you? Are you playing some kind of face-changing game?"

"It's nothing." Sakurai Shirou's fake smile reappeared on his face. "Thinking about how my dream is getting further and further away, I feel a little sad for a moment."

"Oh, I see. Don't be discouraged. You're still young. With our help, you'll definitely be able to achieve your dreams."

Slime Shirou paused for a moment, then said again:

"You just said you were pursuing your dream of becoming a chef. Does that mean you've been transported to the world of some gourmet anime?"

"Yes, I am in a world called Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma."

"Oh...so you've joined Totsuki Academy? Judging from your build, it doesn't seem like it."

"What's wrong with my body shape?" Sakurai Shirou asked, as if his sore spot had been hit, and couldn't help but raise his voice a few decibels.

“What kind of chef is this fat? You don’t look like a chef, you look more like a food connoisseur.” Slime Shirou jumped around him a few times.

Shirou Sakurai was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly:

"You're right, I am indeed a food connoisseur, but that's just a part-time job. My main job is still a chef."

Of course, this statement is partly true and partly false.

He does have part-time food critics, but they are almost always critical and sarcastic, with his hobbies including belittling new chefs and crashing new restaurants.

As for the chef, he gave up cooking thirteen years ago and no longer cooks himself.

"What a pity." Shirou Tsukimi looked regretful. "We have a professional chef who came in, but he is unwilling to share his abilities. Otherwise, I would definitely show Lala what real cooking is like."

"The chef..."

The man from Tianlong rested his chin on his hand and pondered:

“I can understand basketball players, but after sharing our strength, it’s impossible for them to go and play basketball.”

"But chef, this doesn't seem to conflict with sharing skills, does it?"

"Instead, it's more accurate to say that by sharing the power with all of us, our five senses will be enhanced to an extremely high level, far surpassing the divine tongue, nose, and ears found in gourmet anime."

"Even if you were just an ordinary person, you can instantly become a culinary genius."

Shirou Sakurai fell silent. At that moment, he felt that anything he said would arouse suspicion.

But considering the risks of sharing memories, he immediately calmed down, sighed softly, and said with feigned helplessness:

"There's no other way. This is to reduce the risk. If my cooking skills improve by leaps and bounds, it will definitely be exposed."

"So what if we're exposed? After sharing our strength, you'll be the strongest, capable of easily destroying planets. What's there to be afraid of being exposed?"

"Humans are ultimately social beings. No matter how extraordinary I am, I can't exist independently of the group."

"Makes sense!"

Several Shirous seemed to like his last sentence, nodding in agreement.

Seeing this, Shirou Sakurai secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

The most dangerous moment has finally passed.

Chapter Fifty-Three: I Agree to Close the Door

Section 53, Chapter Fifty-Three: I Agree to Close the Door

"By the way, why didn't Black Dragon come today?" Mizukage Shirou asked curiously. "With his strength, he shouldn't be in any danger, right?"

"Black Dragon took the day off yesterday, saying he was going to settle scores with the Ghost Lords' Guild and won't be coming in for the next few days," Tianlong Renlang casually remarked.

"So they went to bully the kids."

Mizukage Shirou chuckled softly, clasped hands with Tenryu Shirou, then paused slightly, a look of astonishment on his face.

"Why do you all like bullying children so much? Kaido just had his arm torn off by you? For him, this was a completely undeserved disaster."

"Aren't you the same? You went to Konoha to bully the Nine-Tails. Such a small fox, and you ruthlessly cut off all nine of its tails. How outrageous!"

"Well...we're all in the same boat, haha..."

Shirou Sakurai calmly observed the two of them, constantly analyzing their personalities in his mind.

Judging from their appearance, these two Shirous aren't good people either. If it were them, they probably wouldn't be dissatisfied with what I did.

No, no one can say for sure. Even if it's the same person, different experiences will naturally lead to vastly different personalities.

Do you gather here at this time every day?

“That’s right.” Tianlong Renlang glanced in the direction of the treasure vault and smiled. “There are some treasures that we have collected over there. As long as they are not particularly important, feel free to take them.”

"Excuse me, what do you mean by 'especially important'?"

"Good question! Of course, it's non-renewable resources. For example, the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, it's a unique treasure. If you want it, you should at least tell me in advance, right?"

Tianlong Renlang paused for a moment, then said again:

"As for gold and healing potions, which are renewable resources that you can have as much as you want, feel free to take them and use them. As long as you don't take them all at once, no one here will care."

Shirou Sakurai seemed to be deep in thought, and then confirmed again:

Sure enough, the mental state of Shirou here is similar to that of me when I was young, and he never cares about material possessions.

How long do gatherings usually last? When do they end?

"It can take anywhere from half an hour to two hours. If you're in a hurry, just leave. After all, we're all the same person, not in a superior-subordinate relationship."

"Then... I'll go now?"

"Go ahead, see you tomorrow."

"Ah."

After Shiro Sakurai left, the others also left the White Mist Space one after another.

……

The world of Shoji.

"Damn it! What should we do? If this isn't handled properly, the cheat code might turn into a death sentence."

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened, and a young woman with a hot figure, dressed in an office lady outfit, walked in with her head down.

"Boss, I'm sorry, things... didn't go well."