Shirou's clones number 30 million

In particular, the opponent was someone who hadn't cooked in years.

She picked up her chopsticks and tasted both dishes in succession, a sudden realization flashing through her mind.

That's it!

"I... lost."

"Very good, from now on you are mine."

In that instant, Erina Nakiri clearly felt that everyone present was looking at her strangely, and quickly said:

"Just a private chef! No other meaning intended."

Shirou didn't reply, but smiled and said:

"Then, move in with me tonight."

"The one I just lost to was really just a private chef."

"I can't wait!"

"Listen to me! A private chef doesn't need to move in with you, does he?"

"You don't want to?"

"...Fine, since I lost the food battle, I'll keep my promise and become your personal chef. However, I'll definitely win back my freedom as soon as possible."

Soma Yukihira looked back and forth between the two, thinking to himself:

Why do I feel like I did something wrong?

No, in the world of cooking, victory and defeat are cruel.

Since she used such conditions as a wager, she should have been mentally prepared before the competition.

……

'I'm free again?'

Upon discovering that her body had returned to normal, Nakiri Managi breathed a sigh of relief.

'What just happened to me? That guy's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, like magic from a fantasy novel.'

Nakiri Managi wiped the sweat from her face with a towel, sat down in a chair, and breathed heavily.

Recalling the helpless situation he had just been in, his eyes were immediately filled with fear.

"Mom, are you alright?"

Hearing her daughter's voice, Nakiri Managi glanced at her and said irritably:

"Do I look like I'm fine?"

"Looks like everything's alright, that's a relief. Let's go back now."

"Wait a minute, I made so much barbecue today, at least let me have a taste."

Nakiri Managi picked up a piece of grilled meat, took a small bite, and then ate it in large mouthfuls.

Is barbecue really that delicious?

"This kind of ingredient! This level of meat..."

At that moment, she suddenly noticed several men in suits following behind Erina and couldn't help but ask:

Who are these people...?

"Oh...that guy was worried, so he had them help me move my things."

"Moving things? What does that mean?"

"It means exactly what it says: I traded myself for your freedom."

"I see..."

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"Thank you. Now I should be able to eat this ingredient more often in the future, right?"

A surge of anger rose in Erina Nakiri's heart, but she fell silent, remembering that this was just the kind of person she was.

For this woman, her daughter was probably something dispensable.

Chapter 91: Hopeless, just wait to die.

Chapter 91, Section 92: It's hopeless, just wait to die.

"stare……"

Inside the white mist space, noticing that Slime Shirou was looking at him strangely, Sakurai Shirou couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You pervert!"

"What's wrong with me?"

Do you need me to explain in more detail?

"no need."

Shirou Sakurai looked at him speechlessly, naturally understanding what he meant, but he didn't explain further.

“I just won back a private chef, what’s so strange about that? Adris is the most outrageous one, he keeps people like pets.”

“That’s a cat,” Adris Shirou couldn’t help but interject. “Until the two sides come to a showdown, it’s just a little kitten.”

Is it meaningful to deceive yourself like this?

As soon as he finished speaking, Shiro Sakurai noticed that someone had suddenly appeared beside him.

He was wearing pajamas, his hair was messy, and he looked like he had just woken up.

Newbie?

Shiro Sakurai looked him up and down for a while, noting his white hair, white eyebrows, and this appearance, before tentatively asking:

"humble opinion?"

"Ah, it's me, Asami."

Shirou Asami sighed deeply, silently complaining:

"What bad luck today, they actually found the place where I was hiding."

"Who found you?"

"Sakurajima Mai, Yukino Yukinoshita, Megumi Kato, Kaguya Shinomiya, and so on."

"They're all characters from slice-of-life anime, in other words, just ordinary people. We should be able to chase them away with magic, right?"

“I wanted to, but they didn’t confront me. Instead, they rented a house near my place and became my neighbors.”

"It's not a big deal, is it?"

"If that were all, I would have let it go. But when I left home in the morning and returned in the afternoon, I found a stranger in my room."

"Then call the police."

"As a cartoonist, how do I report it to the police when my female protagonist breaks into my home and even reads my manuscript?"

Shirou Asami paused for a moment, then said with a frustrated expression:

"To be honest, I'm starting to regret creating comics."

"May I say he deserved it?"

"Can't!"

"Serves you right."

"Don't say that! Quickly, help me think of a solution!"

Asami Shirou excitedly grabbed Sakurai's hands, and the next moment, their memories were simultaneously shared with each other.

"I see," Shirou Sakurai said thoughtfully.

Things weren't as simple as he made them out to be. According to what they overheard using Observation Haki, there seemed to be a significant disagreement between them.

Some believe that Asami is a deity descended to earth because he created manga, which is why they exist in this world. In other words, he is their creator, and they must be treated with utmost care.

Some people believe that Asami is a superhuman with the ability to foresee the future, and that we must find out his background and then find a way to control him.

Some people believe that Asami is just someone standing in the foreground, with countless people behind him pulling the strings, and that the content of the comics is what those people have compiled and simulated through investigation, intelligence gathering, personality analysis, and other methods.

"You really brought this on yourself."

"I know, so please help me think of a solution quickly."

"There's nothing we can do but wait to die."

"No, we're all Shirou, at least save me."

Shirou Sakurai sighed helplessly, and after a long while, said softly:

"There is really only one way for you to save yourself: just go all the way down this path."

"What does it mean?"

"Just pretend to be a deity descended to earth or someone with precognitive abilities, and confirm their suspicions. Even in modern society, being a charlatan is a very lucrative profession."

"Good idea."

Shirou Asami's eyes lit up, and he immediately burst into laughter.

Upon seeing this, Shirou Kanbara immediately followed up with a question:

"Strategist, I've recently run into a similar problem. Do you have any ideas on how to stop the girls on campus from idolizing me like they idolize celebrities?"

"Uh... I'll try to make fun of myself. Also, I'm not a strategist, so please don't call me that."

"Great idea! You truly are a strategist, I understand!"

Shirou Sakurai stared at the two of them speechlessly, thinking to himself:

We're all the same person, so don't ask me everything. We're all the same in terms of intelligence and mind.