Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

"Why!"

Lei Zhe's eating stance was deeply conflicted, and anyone could see his strong resistance.

He kept cursing and eating, constantly muttering under his breath.

Clang!

Finally, the teacup was empty, the spoon slipped from his hand and fell heavily back into the cup, clinking with a pleasant sound.

Thud! With his hands braced on the bar, Lei Zhe was drenched in sweat, panting heavily. He had never felt so exhausted, yet it was a satisfying, willing kind of exhaustion.

The "Demonization" in his left eye gradually ebbed away, the veins disappearing under his skin.

"Bang!"

Unable to help himself, he slammed his hand on the bar, venting his feelings of frustration and helplessness on this innocent kitchen item.

"Damned garlic taste!"

He growled angrily, "Get out!"

"Get out!"

In his mouth, the taste of eggs and various seafood ingredients had all vanished, leaving only the flavor of garlic dissipating its lingering heat.

Cough!

Now sweating even more, Lei Zhe unwittingly performed an alluring imitation of Schwarzenegger's drenched macho charm.

"It's no use, you can't stop it..." a faint voice came from behind.

"You think some lowly garlic can invade my tongue, shackle my taste buds? Dream on!" Lei Zhe didn't even look back as he flung his hand behind him, "You go away!"

He attempted to expel the lingering aftertaste from his mouth, to fully recover.

But just as he tried to awaken the demon cells within his body, boom!

A remnant taste of garlic forcibly dragged Lei Zhe to that shrinking, terrifying otherworldly dimension, where the Demon Lords, sensing the fallen deity from the abyss, echoed their scoffing laughter.

"Are you the watching eye?"

A demon with a shrimp head and human body, wrapped in fiery clouds, aggressively leapt out of the dimension in pursuit.

Run!

As the overwhelming demonic flames enveloped him, Lei Zhe's instinctual response was to flee. An intense sense of danger told him that if he didn't run, he wouldn't make it.

So, Lei Zhe broke into a sprint without looking back.

Running from a fiery red wasteland to an underwater realm, the scenery changed.

"Gurgle..."

The sea suddenly rose in a huge wave, an aircraft carrier-sized scallop slowly surfaced in a whirlpool, and a beautifully contoured woman, behind the curtain of water, seductively chuckled at Lei Zhe, "Do you want to come?"

Lei Zhe's face was terrifying, "Get lost!"

Having said that, he turned and ran again.

Snap!

He hadn't gotten far when the scene violently shifted, and he fell deeper into the Purgatory World.

It was still the ocean, but the water here was dark and deep. Panicking and looking around in the water, Lei Zhe could see nothing when a mocking laugh seemed to come from beneath his feet, "Do you want it?"

"Get lost!"

"Do you want it or not?"

"Die!"

"Do you really want it?"

"..."

This time the voice didn't give Lei Zhe time to respond. Whoosh, in the darkness, a slippery tentacle silently approached, and by the time Lei Zhe noticed a shadow flashing towards him, it was too late, mmm!

His mouth felt as if it was filled with seawater, instantly swelling up.

At the same time, it felt as if something was recklessly churning in his stomach, a nauseous tumult that made Lei Zhe want to vomit yet unable to, forcing him to flounder desperately in the seawater with his limbs splashingly.

"Do not chase me—"

An indeterminate amount of time later, Lei Zhe regained a shred of sanity due to a scream.

He shook his head, and sweat flew off in all directions.

Lei Zhe recognized the sound of the scream and couldn't help but look around, his expression as bizarre as it could get, yet he also felt a faint sense of relief.

It was Andrea who had screamed; she was slumped behind a desk, her hair wet with sweat and sticking to her cheeks.

Fortunately, she wore a fashionable dress coat popular this winter season, ensuring her sweat-drenched body did not render her attire nearly transparent and expose her underwear like a flimsy summer outfit might have.

Andrea, still unsettled, saw Xia Yu approaching and squatted in front of the desk, waving her hand in front of Andrea's face and asking with a bit of mischief, "Ma'am, do you need help?"

After all, she was a Lin Giant; upon regaining her senses and hearing the comment, she glared fiercely at Xia Yu, "This is your doing!"

She checked her dress and surveyed the room, realizing that only a few pairs of eyes were on her and there was no horrifying spectacle of a crowd gawking, which finally put Andrea at ease.

Her sweat still trickling down, Andrea wiped her wetness with a tissue, the damp wads accumulating in a pile.

"Refreshing!"

Then a satisfied sigh was heard.

Dojima Yin, at some point, had shed his upper garment, his sturdy torso glistening with sweat, exuding a potent masculine aura.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, then gave Xia Yu a thumbs-up, "A bowl of Chawanmushi rivals a whole month of my exercise in vigor!"

"Garlic, representing vitality, exercise!"

Dojima Yin stood up, enthusiastic like a muscular strongman, spontaneously treating the crowd to a display of male physique.

Tiqie sisters, along with Tiqie Xianzuowen, frequently cast glances at Xia Yu.

Eriina's cheeks were flushed; she unexpectedly tugged at Eriina's clothes, scooted over close enough to whisper in her ear, "Eriina, this feels familiar, right?"

Eriina knew what she referred to and nodded, "The essence of exercise!"

"How thrilling!" Eriina was like a young girl who had just experienced extreme parkour, her face brimming with vitality and hinting at excitement, she clasped her hands and giggled, "I should write an account of my culinary adventures titled 'Eriina's Abyssal Parkour Diary.'"

Hearing that, Eriina rolled her eyes, "You don't seem like the sporty girl type."

Eriina giggled in response, "But from now on I am!"

"I've fallen for parkour thanks to the instructor's Chawanmushi. Is that wrong?" She added teasingly.

Eriina hummed lightly, chewing on her thumb, observing the room where all seven prominent judges seemed to be discussing, and whispers of similar excitement filled the air.

These voices, compared to before, seemed much more lively, everyone full of vigor.

A sense of unspoken pride rose in Eriina; she straightened slightly, finally daring to earnestly set her gaze upon the young instructor bestowed with an aura.

Xia Yu was conversing with Andrea, all smiles.

Beside them, Eriina leaned in again, playfully saying, "Tonight's grand promotion ceremony feels like it was prepared for the instructor; he's actually the star of the show!"

Eriina didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Indeed, it seemed that way; as the dignitaries within the room couldn't stop discussing the mysterious ingredient Xia Yu infused into the Chawanmushi, and a group of kimono-clad waitresses who hadn't tasted the dish could only stand in the corners, secretly casting respectful and admiring glances at the young man.

Ah!

Eriina sighed imperceptibly, confused by the reason for her own sigh, her gaze complex.

"He has already climbed over the Lin mountain, standing on the path, with Lei Zhe as the powerful testament to his journey over the peaks, but I can only watch his silhouette from afar, blocked by two mountains…" Eriina clenched her fist determinedly on her knee, "This winter, no, before New Year's Day, I must break through to the special grade during this winter's special grade examination!"

Suddenly, silence filled the room.

Lei Zhe approached Xia Yu, "Why!"

He demanded in a low voice, "The ingredient you used, no, the garlic, it's not just any garlic…"

"What are you talking about!"

"Can you not tell if it's ordinary garlic with your Lin's taste buds?"

Xia Yu laughed.

Lei Zhe looked as if he had seen a Demon, disbelief written all over his face as he mumbled, "…Did you use some kind of 'Spell'?"