Anime Crossover: Post-Apocalyptic Survival, My Stand is the World

"That smell, 267 would make the remaining living people more terrifying than monsters."

"They're fighting over the food."

"They're also eating each other..."

"..."

"..."

A deathly silence fell over the headphones.

Sora, Utaha, Alice, and everyone else who heard this description, which was full of "Cthulhu" and "B-movie" flavor, all turned somewhat ugly.

After hearing this, Su Chen instantly conjured up an image of this new and even more disgusting monster in his mind.

——【The Gluttonous Chef】!

A special monster that can release "hunger pheromones" by cooking "food" (victims), inducing other creatures to go mad and kill each other!

"Okay, I understand."

Su Chen's voice was calm.

"Kato-kun, you should find a safe place to hide first."

"Next..."

His eyes turned cold.

"—Leave it to me."

He turned his head and looked at the two problem children beside him who were also eager to try.

"Alice, Kurokiba."

"Ok?"

"Would you like the finest experimental materials and the freshest ingredients?"

Alice's eyes lit up instantly.

Kurokiba Ryo's usually expressionless face broke into a bloodthirsty grin!

"—Then come with me."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Su Chen's lips.

"Let's go and challenge them!"

Chapter 83 played its most discordant note.

Totsuki Culinary Academy, Akihabara Branch.

Top-floor VIP cold storage.

The air is filled with the aroma of premium Wagyu beef fat mixed with the earthy fragrance of top-quality truffles.

In peacetime, this flavor is a symbol of wealth and luxury, enough to captivate any gourmet.

But now, it feels more like the sweetest yet cruelest form of torture, each wisp of fragrance like an invisible hand tearing at the empty stomach.

A blonde girl, as beautiful as a proud rose blooming in the snow, leaned weakly against the cold wall.

It's Erina Nakiri.

That prodigy with the divine tongue, hailed as the "Queen of the Culinary World".

At this moment, her pretty face, which was always full of absolute confidence and arrogance, was filled with weakness and undisguised humiliation.

Her lips were chapped and peeling from lack of water, and her eyes, which were always as noble as violets, were dull and lifeless from hunger.

Her stomach was rumbling uncontrollably.

hunger.

An intense hunger, as if it were about to devour her very insides, was relentlessly eroding her taste buds, which had long been accustomed to the finest delicacies, and her proud and arrogant self-esteem.

It's so ironic.

She, Erina Nakiri, granddaughter of the headmaster of Totsuki Culinary Academy and the future queen of the culinary world, has somehow fallen to the point of starving to death in a "mountain of wealth" piled high with A5 Wagyu beef, French blue lobsters, and Italian Alba white truffles.

because…

　She dared not eat it.

Her tongue, blessed and cursed by the gods, could clearly discern what was mixed in the deadly, alluring aroma of meat wafting up from downstairs.

—Human flesh search.

Even more terrifying, it could also discern that all the seemingly normal ingredients in the cold storage had been completely contaminated by that invisible hunger pheromone.

They look and smell perfect, and even the shape of the ice crystals is textbook perfect.

But the Tongue of God told her that deep within the molecular structure of these ingredients, a subtle and malevolent toxin had been brewing.

Just one bite, even a small piece of raw fish, and her proud mental defenses would crumble instantly.

She would become like those chefs downstairs who had completely lost their minds and treated their former companions as food, turning into wild beasts who only knew how to fight and tear each other apart.

"...Feisha々¨."

Her voice was weak, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"I...I can't hold on much longer..."

"—Erina-sama!"

A girl's anxious voice immediately came from the doorway.

"Please hold on a little longer! I...I will definitely protect you!"

Before the single, heavy metal door of the cold storage, a petite girl with short, neat orange hair and wearing a somewhat dirty chef's uniform stood guard, holding two gleaming Chinese cleavers, like the most loyal and reliable door gods.

It’s Xinhu Feishazi.

Erina Nakiri's chief secretary. She's also her only support in this hell.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Heavy, frantic pounding on the door continued to come from outside!

Each impact caused the entire metal door to groan under the strain, and fine dust began to peel off the walls around the door frame.

It was also mixed with the greedy and frantic roars of the surviving chefs who had completely lost their minds!

"Open the door! Open the door now! Hand over the food!"

"I know! The 'Tongue of God' is inside! Hand it over! Let us taste the flavor of 'God'!"

"Eat her! Then we can evolve! We can become the new 'chefs'!"

As Hisako listened to the roar outside that could no longer be called "human," a look of "despair" appeared for the first time in her beautiful eyes, which were always full of energy and confidence.

She has been waiting here for two whole days.

Sleepless and sleepless.

Not a drop of water was taken in.

Her physical strength had already been pushed to its limit. Her hand holding the kitchen knife was trembling slightly uncontrollably, and the skin between her thumb and forefinger was raw from the excessive force, with traces of blood seeping out and sticking to the cold handle of the knife.

She didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

Ten minutes? Or... five minutes?

Perhaps, the next second, when the metal door, already somewhat deformed from being smashed, is finally smashed open, will be the "end" when she and the young lady behind her, whom she swore to protect with her life, are completely devoured by their companions who have long since turned into "beasts."

'...Is it over yet?'

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

Involuntarily, a scene from before the apocalypse appeared in her mind.

It was in the office of the headmaster of Totsuki Academy that her grandfather, the old man known as the "Demon King of Food," summoned her and Hisako to his presence.

"...Erina, Hisako."

The old man's expression at that time was more solemn than she had ever seen before.

"The world is about to change."

"Remember this: no matter what happens, you two must survive."

“Hisako,” the old woman turned her gaze to her most trusted secretary, “Erina’s tongue is both a blessing and a curse. In this new era, it may bring unimaginable disaster. I entrust her to you.”

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief! I, Hisako Shinoto, swear to protect Lady Erina to the death!" She remembered answering with such unwavering resolve. Her voice was loud and full of confidence.

However, now…

'I'm sorry, Commander-in-Chief…'

'I may not be able to complete the last task you assigned me…'

Tears of regret and resentment streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

however.

Just as her willpower was about to snap completely.

Boom!

A deafening roar, far louder and more violent than the pounding on the door outside, filled with an unreasonable sense of violence, suddenly exploded from the ground floor of the building!

The sound wasn't like an explosion; it sounded more like a wall of a building being torn open by some incredibly strong monster with its bare hands!

The entire building shook violently, and frost fell from the ceiling, hitting Hisako's helmet with a soft rustling sound.

Then,

It was a series of piercing screams filled with the sound of metal tearing apart!

It was the screams of the chefs who were gathered at the door!

"Ok?"

Hisako's pupils suddenly contracted.

The external attacks stopped the hunger.

The frantic pounding and roaring stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had snapped its neck.

The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.

Somewhat puzzled, she pressed her ear against the cold metal door.

Then she heard it.

I heard it—the voice of a young, unfamiliar man, full of magnetism.

The smell wafted up slowly from the kitchen downstairs, which should have been hellish.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like an unquestionable decree, clearly resounding in every corner of this building dominated by hunger.

"Alright, all the small fry have been cleaned up."

Chapter 84 The Queen's Pride

The magnetic, unfamiliar male voice disappeared.

Downstairs fell into a deathly silence once more. The eerie chewing sounds, along with the chefs' frantic babbling, seemed to have been erased by an invisible hand.

"?"

Hisako Shinoto held her breath, her back pressed tightly against the cold metal door, trying to discern any useful information from the deathly silence.

What just happened?

Trash fish?

Whose voice is that? Is it a new enemy? Or...?

Her thoughts were still not clear—

boom!