Shirou's clones number 30 million

"Chuangzhen, cut the shumai in half and serve one to everyone in the shop."

"May I?"

Soma Yukihira unconsciously glanced at Nyaruko, thinking to himself:

Although the shumai is indeed very large, given this young lady's appetite, it seems possible that she could finish it all in one go.

"No problem. Such a large portion would be too much to eat in one go."

"Moreover, as a chef, you can also taste the level of skill your father put in."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Soma Yukihira immediately went to get a plate.

Although I am very confident in myself, I once thought that I was not much different from my father.

But ever since his father started teaching in Zhengyang, he had vaguely sensed a difference.

In every past competition, Dad had clearly been deliberately putting himself through the wringer.

This is indeed a chance to get a glimpse of his true strength.

After delivering meals to everyone in the store, Soma Yukihira also prepared a meal for himself and Megumi Tadokoro.

One bite, and the explosion of deliciousness in his mouth made him feel as if he were seeing the phantom of Asura.

I saw every step clearly, but if I tried to do it myself, there were too many steps I couldn't do.

The reason for this is that my basic skills are not good enough.

Knife skills, heat control, handcraftsmanship... none of these can compare to my dad's.

Sure enough, my experience of being at the top of my class in school made me become arrogant without realizing it, and I lost my former love of learning.

"Gentlemen, Dad just said that your comics are too valuable. For the next year, you can dine at our restaurant for free."

"Because I am still a student and my dad is also a part-time teacher, our shop is currently only open after school in the afternoon and on weekends."

"Oh...? A year free, do you know what that means?" Yasaka Shirou chuckled. "The cost of one of these cosmic shumai is no small sum."

"You two don't need to worry about that. With our store's current turnover and the rent of other shops on the street, even if you two order the Cosmic Shumai every day, there won't be any problem."

"Manager Yukihira is very generous."

However, I cannot simply accept what the other party has said.

I wouldn't be so cunning as to exchange a set of comic books for a year of free meals at the restaurant.

"However, a set of comic books isn't worth that much. How about this... I'll use this kitchen utensil to pay off the debt."

The mental imagery begins—analyzing the Eternal Spirit Blade—projection generation—enhancement.

The next moment, a projected version of the Eternal Spirit Blade appeared out of thin air.

Although it's just a projection, it could easily exist for over a hundred years.

"You can take a look at the comic later. This is my own replica of the Eternal Spirit Blade. Although it doesn't have the same magical effects as the original, it's even better in other aspects."

Soma Yukihira stared blankly at the replica of the Eternal Spirit Blade, his face full of astonishment.

If I'm not mistaken, he seemed to have conjured a knife using magic on the spot.

This kitchen utensil is clearly unusual and definitely has a special function. I must take a good look at the comic later.

"Thanks, I'll go ask my dad."

Soma Yukihira solemnly accepted the replica Eternal Spirit Blade and quickly ran into the kitchen.

"Dad, the two guests said..."

"Okay, take it. You take over for me for a while, I'll go outside and meet them."

"okay!"

Chapter 601 When the Milky Way Stops Rotating

Chapter 601, Section 602: When the Milky Way Stops Rotating

The next morning, Shirou Yasaka woke up from his sleep and stared blankly at his hands.

Last night, I had another dream where I was the main character.

In his dream, Shirou Yasaka transforms into Gintoki Sakata, the protagonist of Gintama. He fights his way through the war against the Amanto, eliminating all of them, and then becomes an enemy of the Shogunate.

This dream spanned a long timeline, roughly three years from the start of the war to the journey into space aboard a spaceship.

Three years is a really long time, so long that Yasaka Shirou had forgotten that it was just a dream and even thought that he had traveled through time again.

As I pondered, the sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen.

After getting dressed and washing up, Shirou Yasaka found Nyaruko wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen.

"Shirou, just a moment, breakfast will be ready soon."

"Ah."

Under Shirou Yasaka's gaze, Nyaruko seemed to have activated an accelerator; time within a few meters of her suddenly accelerated wildly, and countless afterimages appeared in the kitchen.

In just a few seconds, the dish was ready.

"Shirou, breakfast is ready. Let's eat together."

"it is good."

Shirou Yasaka brought her breakfast to the living room, and after she sat down, he asked:

"I'm surprised you can cook."

"Hehe... Shirou is very amazing, so I naturally have to show off my feminine charm a little so that Shirou knows that besides being cute, I can also be a good housewife."

"oh……?"

Curious, Shirou Yasaka picked up a piece of fried egg and took a small bite.

"It's quite delicious."

"Hehe... I used to practice cooking for a while in order to recreate the dishes in the comics."

"In that case, I have a question for you."

"What? Measurements? Shirou's really lecherous." Nyaruko grinned mischievously.

Yasaka Shirou ignored her teasing and slowly opened his mouth:

How old are you exactly?

"A woman's age is a confidential matter, but if Shirou insists on knowing, that's fine with me..."

"I'm not interested, it was just a casual question. You seem like you've lived on Earth for a very long time."

"No, Earth is designated as a protected planet by the Universal Union because of its unique entertainment culture. In the past, I could only come to Earth when I received a relevant mission."

"A mission, huh? What does work mean to you? Is it just to earn a living, something you can quit at any time, or a sacred duty you can't refuse?"

"Oh... Shirou wants to keep me by his side forever? No problem, my answer is always OK."

Nyaruko waved her chopsticks, leaning forward, giving the impression that she would have pounced on the table if it weren't for the table.

Shirou Yasaka stared at her speechlessly, lost in thought:

Although this person's words are often unreliable, he never lies.

Therefore, her words should be believable.

According to her previous statement, Nyarlathotep is a race, and every person in the race is Nyarlathotep.

The wriggling chaos belongs to a profession, much like teachers and students.

Based on this, her race, Nyarlathotep, should be similar to the Saiyans, but different in size and power.

The Saiyan race pledged allegiance to Frieza, tasked with destroying life on their planet and wreaking havoc everywhere.

As for Nyarlathotep, it cannot be determined whether they are a police force maintaining order in the universe or a band of thieves ruling over their own territories.

Based on my observations over the past two days, Nyaruko doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me, and I can trust her.

After all, such a stupid guy wouldn't come up with any tricks or schemes.

"Where does Shirou plan to go today?"

"Just go to school as usual."

As he was speaking, Shiro Yasaka suddenly noticed that a few drops of soup had splashed onto the bowl. It was also unusually quiet outside the window, with neither the usual birdsong nor the honking of passing vehicles.

His Observation Haki spread out and expanded continuously, and time seemed to stand still not only in his neighborhood but throughout the entire city.

"What's going on?"

"R'lyeh has surfaced."

"R'lyeh? In the Cthulhu Mythos, it seems to be a city built by the Great Old One Cthulhu and his companions."

"No, that's not right. R'lyeh is the number one theme park in the universe, operated by Cthulhu Corporation."

"What does this have to do with the current state of time being stopped?"

"This is to protect Earthlings. If we do nothing, won't the people on Earth see R'lyeh clearly?"

"Just for concealment?"

"Yes, to prevent Earthlings from seeing it, and to avoid conflict, time in the Milky Way was frozen."

"An entire Milky Way galaxy?"

"If we only stopped the Earth's rotation, wouldn't it affect the balance between the planets? Therefore, time in the entire Milky Way was frozen."

"I see."

Shirou Yasaka seemed to be deep in thought. Although he felt it was making a mountain out of a molehill, in the eyes of the Cthulhu Corporation mentioned by Nyarlathotep, whether it was Earth or the Milky Way, they were probably no different from ants on the ground.

It's not unusual to freeze an entire anthill to protect a single ant.

Are the goods on Earth so valuable that they need this kind of protection?

"Mmm...that's it. The entertainment products on Earth are so interesting, they're almost too important for us to resist."

"What a strange metaphor! I can't understand it at all."