Chapter 146 : Chapter 146

Chapter 146 - Today, I'm the Chef

Dimensions were realms that humans were innately unable to handle.

Searching through the entire story, the only dimension humans had obtained was the Spatial Artifact.

As if the third dimension was all that humans had, the spatial field was particularly harsh on them.

This was because the act of opening a space itself was like a dream in reality.

The Butler would occasionally talk about dimensions while reminiscing about the demon world where he used to be.

─The human dimension is too rigid! When I accidentally crossed the dimensional wall through a ritual, I thought I had slammed my face into a castle wall!

The Youngest Son understood exactly what that meant today.

Fwoooosh—

"...It would be impossible with ordinary physical durability or regenerative power. I wonder how Teacher-nim does this as if it's a daily routine."

Even though I had ignored most of the laws with the power of the system, my entire body felt like it had been shattered.

I had left my third-dimensional self outside and reconstructed my body to fit the laws of this dimension.

My body was being disassembled and then reassembled.

"My body will get used to it if I cross over multiple times."

Furthermore, if I could handle my own personal space, it was a risk worth taking.

Because within it, even a guy like Goul became close to omnipotent.

The Youngest Son received the space where Goul had painted his colors on the canvas of a dimension as a reward.

That was the Kitchen of the Gluttonous Ghoul.

[…Is this the place you were dragged to?]

"Yes. It was originally tens of times filthier and there was a pig ghost."

I set foot in the kitchen where I had fought Goul.

The clean kitchen, which looked as if no one had ever used it, had shrunk compared to when I first saw it.

To be precise, my body had grown larger.

Because I had come as an ingredient the first time, but now I was the owner.

"I'm going to cook the powder here."

I took the Soul Powder from my bosom.

Just as I couldn't bring in any private soldiers other than those of the spirit type into this dimension, the same was true for most objects.

This Soul Powder was within the permissible range for entry.

"There's not much, so I can't make a mistake."

[You mean you can learn the sorcery to control others' minds with this? In this space?]

"Theoretically, yes. But since I'm not the original person, it can't be perfect. And besides, I'm not the one who's going to use it."

I poured the light green powder onto the cutting board.

"The prospective Chairman handles Spirit Sorcery, doesn't he? I'm going to give it to him."

Becoming the Chairman as an Associate Councilor was a success story, but there would be those who looked down on him.

A being who would try to cause trouble using that as a pretext could appear.

He was the manager of the Youngest Son's base, where variables were scattered all over.

I had to give him a sharp sword that could control any noise in an instant, and this was suitable for that.

"Mind control. A power that's perfect for a dictator."

[…What are you trying to turn that guy into?]

"The longest-reigning ruler in the history of the citadel. To me, a villa manager."

[…]

Enad briefly offered a short tribute to Edwin.

To meet such a madman in a human's short life.

He clicked his tongue and watched the Youngest Son's cooking process.

He placed the Blue Flame Spirit next to the cutting board and heated the powder on top of it.

Fwooooosh—

The blue flame spread softly with the breath he blew, his cheeks hollowing.

[What's the use of this thing?]

"It removes the impurities in the powder and leaves only the pure power."

I reached for the attachable rack next to the cutting board. I grabbed a slender-looking knife.

It was one of the two knives that Goul had been holding.

"The Archipelago God used these knives to handle various parts of the soul and change them to his liking."

I thought carefully about what that might mean after receiving the dimension.

There was no way the ghost would actually care about taste.

There had to be some other reason, and the Youngest Son formed a hypothesis.

"Each spirit has a different way of absorbing energy. He's probably getting rid of things like bones attached to the energy through this process of trimming."

Here, the bones could be waste products accumulated in the body, or if it was a sorcerer, it could be a habit engraved in their magic power.

"I'm going to intervene in that process and extract only the sorcery that Elder Shina has placed on her Soul Powder."

I needed the sorcery formula, in other words, the bones, which Goul would have thrown away.

Before long, the Soul Powder heated up with the blue flame.

Hiss- hiss-

The Blue Flame Spirit, having done its job, collapsed on the cutting board and caught its breath roughly.

Its belly bulged with each breath, so it must have been quite tired.

"The pan is hot, so now it's time to put on the meat."

I took the knife.

Goul used this knife to cut the byproducts of the ingredients and drag them to the side to drop them.

Scrape—

As if separating the flesh and fat from the meat.

The blade pulled a green thread from the Soul Powder and slowly drew it out.

I had seen plenty of such threads when I revived the Forest Witch in the past.

[Is this that….]

"It's Elder Shina’s sorcery formula."

I got the biggest hint.

Unlike Goul, the Youngest Son, who had taken the bones, pushed the thread to one side of the cutting board and gathered the scattered powder.

Pushing it with the blade, a small hill was formed.

Soul Powder was a byproduct of the soul.

Inside this kitchen, it was possible to perform feats that would make other spirit sorcerers faint.

"Arise."

The powder began to float into the air.

Following the chef's gesture, it moved here and there, then gathered at one point.

I had extracted the formula from the powder that should have been under Shina's control and erased the additional elements with the Blue Flame Spirit.

What remained was the pure power of a spirit, as if seen in the wild, full of yin energy.

[A ghost has appeared. Is it that little guy's friend?]

“…It turned out to be similar, somehow.”

The amount of Soul Powder was also a factor. Since there wasn't much of the ingredient itself, the finished product was also small.

The Blue Flame Spirit, having rested, got up and approached the ghost floating about 3cm in the air.

The ghost looked like a child with a white cloth over it.

And its black, empty eyes were round.

[Why does everything you touch look like a defective product?]

"It may look like this, but it's a ghost with an elder's formula. Don't look down on it.... Hmm."

I was about to say not to look down on it, but I stopped when I saw it playing tag with the Blue Flame Spirit.

The spirit and the ghost were running around excitedly on the cutting board as if it were a playground.

"Let's get out of here for now."

I snapped my fingers.

I escaped from the dimension with a less severe pain than the first time.

The spirit created inside was still flying around. The Blue Flame Spirit was also next to it.

[What's next?]

He said that, seeing him not going to the bedroom.

"I have to prepare to clean the sewers. For that, I need to make Skeleton Soldiers."

[To make them explode? Didn't you say you'd use it as a base?]

"That's right. It's not for the purpose of making them explode."

In the past, I had managed to survive by cleaning the sewers, albeit simply.

The enemies I met that way were all turned into private soldiers with Skeleton Soldiers.

I was planning to use the same strategy this time.

"I've been involved in so many headaches lately that I forgot my roots for a moment."

It was the same as the player's roots.

The name of the root was 'fun'. That's right, fun.

"Isn't the fun of being a sorcerer increasing the number of your private soldiers?"

[So you're planning to turn all those families into your private soldiers.]

"They're completely useless, so I might as well use them this way."

[For "this way," your smile is a bit too wide.]

Was it that obvious?

Smiling faintly, I prepared the Skeleton Soldiers in my subspace.

It was a home for a number of hearts that would soon become too many to count.

***

The clone Youngest Son flew to the Daughters' camp with Mirea on his back.

The Griffin flapped its wings and set its four feet on a swamp.

Its eagle talons splashed through the damp swamp, and it folded its red wings.

"He said it was around here."

"It's a somewhat gloomy place."

"The owner can hear you. Keep that to yourself."

I rode the Griffin through the swamp.

The official name of this place was the Demonic Hand.

As its name suggested, pale hands revealed themselves from outside the swamp without a sound.

Not close, but not that far either, they watched the guest.

That was why I didn't get off the Griffin.

Thump—

The Griffin, which had been walking for a while, stopped.

Here, instead of hands, large lotus leaves were floating around.

The disorderly trees were sparse, and only a large tree stood majestically in the center.

The dark violet hair that flowed down from its branches, if you followed it up, revealed two pairs of glowing eyes.

"What's your identity?"

"I am the original's clone."

"A... clone?"

The owner of the hair slowly lowered her body.

When her feet were about to touch the damp swamp, pale hands rose up and supported her.

The Second Daughter, carried on the Third Daughter's back, stared at the being who called himself a clone.

"...Except for being a little paler than my youngest brother, and having no soul, I'd believe it if you said you were him. Was there such a sorcery in the family...?"

"Thank you."

The clone Youngest Son, who had changed the subject with a compliment, pointed at the person standing behind him.

"This is someone who has lost her memory due to an external force. The original believes that the remaining remnants of her memory can be revived through a Dream Ghost."

The Second Daughter's pupils flickered towards Mirea.

It didn't seem like an empty claim that she had lost her memory; the cold eyes she had seen before were gone.

Only the eyes of a rain-soaked puppy, tensed with nervousness, remained.

"A Dream Ghost... It's certainly here."

The Second Daughter frowned slightly as she answered.

"Is there a problem?"

"When the number of spirits increases, they cling to each other and become a higher-level entity. We clean them up sometimes, but we don't really touch the Dream Ghost's habitat."

It probably wasn't a big reason.

The Dream Ghost's habitat was on the outskirts of the sisters' camp, so they were probably just lazy.

"I will take care of it."

"...A clone? It would be better if the youngest just came. The 'Nightmare Reaper' is not an opponent to be taken lightly. Especially if you have a purpose other than hunting."

"The original intends to measure my cognitive and combat abilities with this task. It's something that has to be done someday."

"In that case..."

The Second Daughter no longer stopped him and pointed to the northwest.

"If you go straight in that direction, you'll find the Sawtooth Meadow. The Nightmare Reaper is there."

"Thank you."

The Griffin spread its wings again. Before he flew away, the Second Daughter opened her mouth.

"Give my regards to my youngest brother. It seems he's getting a lot of attention from our older brother."

"Understood. Well then."

The Griffin flew up and disappeared in the direction she had pointed.

The Second Daughter and the Third Daughter watched him go.

"Even though I know it's not him, he's really similar to my youngest brother..."

Nod.

The Third Daughter affirmed.

Did he overcome the disaster that was the First Son with such an unheard-of, advanced clone sorcery?

Even so, it was at a level that was understandable enough.

It could think for itself and comfortably use the original's sorcery.

I could tell just by seeing it bring the flying undead, which was difficult to control and tame, this far.

"And considering the hands of the swamp didn't touch it easily, its substance doesn't seem bad either."

It was a sorcery with far more advantages than disadvantages.

...A sense of urgency arises.

"Whisper."

[Yes, my lady.]

The ghost butler Whisper descended from the tree.

"How is the Dark Elixir purchase going?"

[We are gathering as much as possible by investing all our capital and manpower.]

"Continue with that, and prepare to go to the Pantheon."

[It's been a while since your last outing. Where in the Pantheon shall we go?]

"The Mind Demon. I'm going to see my father. I need to learn a new Family Sorcery as well."

"There is no need to go to such lengths to see him."

The first thing I heard was a voice.

The owner of the voice stepped forward as if coming through a transparent door, revealing her entire body from the feet up.

"I am Ransis, the Family Head's messenger."

"...What is your business here?"

The messenger smiled with neither hostility nor goodwill.

"I am visiting the direct-line kinsmen one by one. To deliver the Family Head's command."

The Daughters' mouths went dry.

Furthermore, the command was something they had not expected.

"Four days from now, there will be a family banquet for the direct-line kinsmen."

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