My anime-style card deck is fine!

In front of them was a fully equipped kitchen counter.

Between the two, there was a judges' table, with giant, anthropomorphic tableware such as bowls, plates, chopsticks, a refrigerator, a table, and chairs arranged behind it.

"Hmph!" Returning to the familiar battlefield, Erina Nakiri was clearly pleased.

On the contrary, Wilson on the other side seemed a bit flustered.

Amid his bewildered gaze, Erina Nakiri pushed the food cart, placing three portions of the dishes in front of the judges, who then happily raised their knives and forks.

They quickly finished off all the food in front of them.

Then he looked at Wilson with anticipation.

"What are you waiting for? If you don't serve the dishes, you'll lose!" Amon kindly reminded him from across the table. "Also, you only have two food cards on the field, and you can freely choose one food-related spell card from your deck."

"A culinary duel?!"

Wilson never imagined that he would actually be standing on the stage of a cooking competition.

Subconsciously, I retrieved a card, and then discovered that after being retrieved, the card transformed into a real dish—as for the card's effect, it was completely ineffective!

"Heh heh, you figured it out?" Across from him, Erina Nakiri looked at Wilson with disdain: "So this is a food war!"

"The only competition between the two sides is on cooking!"

"Only food!"

This is the chef's battlefield!

Chapter 305: [Food Wars! Soma Card Deck]

"For this culinary duel, both sides need to prepare three dishes!"

"During the Food War, the magical effects of the dishes prepared by both sides will be nullified—this is a sacred Food War ritual, so all those strange rules that have nothing to do with the kitchen shall go away!"

The anthropomorphic furniture bowls and plates were declared.

Food Wars!

Totsuki Academy has established special rules specifically to improve and stimulate the culinary skills of its students!

Leaving aside the details for now, in short, it's a stage where a group of chefs from the original work compete and clash with each other, showcasing their culinary skills and cooking techniques!

This concept became a reality, and a stage where everything revolves around cooking was born!

Absolute fairness, rendering all food-related card effects ineffective.

A return to the purest taste and a battle of culinary skills!

For the vast majority, or even all, of cooking-themed decks, the cooking cards that make up their decks are all dishes that the players themselves have personally made!

Even their signature dishes!

Therefore, the effects of these magic cards are negated, and they will be sent to the graveyard after the Food War ends.

It's like getting this dish for free...

Either lose the food battle, or discard your ace dish!

That's the ruthless and domineering side of Food Wars!

This is an open conspiracy!

"hateful!"

His deck is a conveyor belt sushi deck, which uses sushi cards from the graveyard to launch a continuous sushi attack on the enemy!

Now, forced to participate in this food war competition, it's all about quality. A food deck that wins by quantity is no match for him!

The result was obvious; although they subconsciously pulled out the strongest cooking card.

But the result was still a predictable failure.

“Your cooking is nothing more than mass-produced animal feed. You can’t be considered a chef at all. You’re just an ordinary food processing worker…” Erina Nakiri looked at Wilson, who was sitting opposite her with a blank and unwilling expression, but she didn’t even show any mockery or contempt.

There's nothing to be ashamed of; it's a fact that the opponent isn't good enough.

Why should I care about someone who isn't even a chef?

Furthermore, when a Food War is initiated, the number of minions sacrificed can summon an equal number of dishes based on their number—for example, Wilson sacrificed four minions, so he could summon four dishes!

Adding the two cards I already had face down on the field, that's a full six-point dish, not to mention the ones I have in my hand!

A wide range of culinary tactics are actually feasible.

Wilson only needs to ask the referee for permission to use a variety of cooking tactics to prevent his opponent from completing the expected number of dishes. Then, the food battle will naturally be his victory!

Wilson was simply too stunned to notice.

Wilson had a chance to win.

After he wins, the few kitchen helpers who were sacrificed will also return—this is the privilege of the victor!

However, it's all meaningless now.

"Among Amon has 98 points! Wilson has 42 points!" Refrigerator loudly announced the scores, his voice filled with excitement and joy, clearly enjoying his meal!

"The victor is the Kaiseki Cuisine Master—Erina Nakiri!"

The refrigerator completely ignored Amon's presence.

"It's a victory for the immortals!"

"Victory! Victory!" the chopstick holder and the chopsticks chattered excitedly.

"No, not an immortal... I can feel the passion and perfection in this dish, the relentless striving and passion, the will to climb to the highest peak! This is the god of kaiseki cuisine!"

Finally, I'll comment on the bowls and plates.

After simply tasting Wilson's cooking, this group of anthropomorphic giant furniture didn't even finish their meal before they started chattering about Erina Nakiri's kaiseki cuisine!

And naturally...

"This food battle is a victory for Amon!" the bowl and plate declared. "Amon, you may choose one of the following three options to inflict an effect on your opponent!"

"First! Because you have 50 more points than your opponent, you can choose to add five cards from your opponent's hand—if your opponent has less than five cards in their hand at this time, the cost will be postponed."

"What?!" Wilson exclaimed in shock.

Is the cost of losing a food battle really that high? And the cost can be postponed. This means that as soon as he draws a card, he will be given to Amon on the other side as a cost!

"second!"

However, the bowl and plate ignored him and continued to read out the effect: "Discard all 50 cards in your opponent's deck for one turn."

"!!"

This effect is even more significant, affecting just one round...

His deck only has about forty cards, so he won't even have to wait until the next turn. He'll be dead before his deck is even returned!

"Third!" Before the bowl and plate could finish speaking, he added a third: "Deduct 50000 health points from the opponent and add them to yourself."

The third scenario is better...

Wilson subconsciously thought about it, and then couldn't help but complain—the effect wasn't much better, choosing it would be a sure way to die!

Thinking this through, Wilson finally realized what was happening.

Lost yourself?

"...The outcome is decided." Amon stepped out from behind Erina Nakiri.

"Huh? How could this be—"

Erina Nakiri was somewhat dissatisfied, as she rarely went out.

Having finally acquired his own card deck, enjoying a close date with Amon, and having a punching bag to be beaten at will—these three joyful things combined should have made for a blissful, dreamlike time…

How come the other party ended it so quickly?

“There’s nothing we can do, our opponents are too weak.” Amon looked at Wilson across from him: “You’re not cut out to be a chef. Even your dad is better than you. He’s at least a Silver rank—you should change careers, kid!”

"me……!"

Wilson was so angry he could hardly breathe.

But he still glared angrily at Amon, feeling utterly resentful—he had finally been reborn as a hero and received the goddess's blessing and power!

As a result, he couldn't even summon the Warrior of Food.

His opponent caught him completely off guard and killed him!

"I... I'm not reconciled... I'm not reconciled!!!" Wilson suddenly stood up, but a layer of dark soup-like substance suddenly spread around his body.

A rich soy sauce aroma wafted out.

"I haven't rescued my father yet...!!" Wilson tried to escape, but more and more soy sauce appeared, trapping him in place.

Finally, he tumbled into the pool of soy sauce, struggling violently and splashing soy sauce all over the ground: "I still have things I must do, I still want to reach the pinnacle of being a chef, I still have things to do..."

"..."

Amon stared at him indifferently, quietly awaiting Wilson's 'ending'.

"Amon, Amon! Aren't you my father's friend?! You can't just stand by and watch me die! I am my father's dream, my father... glug glug!"

Wilson looked at the unmoved Amon with despair.

It felt like being hit on the back of the head with a club, and then the person's expression vanished instantly, and the soul residing within it collapsed and dissipated.

Finally, this imposing body also transformed into one of the countless elements in the rain of the outside world.

Chapter 306: A Sea of ​​People (Literal Meaning)

Watching Wilson disappear into the pool of soy sauce.

Amon couldn't help but sigh: "Your father is truly cursed to have a son like you..."

Amon knew the story of Wilson and his son, and their relationship was really good—don't be fooled by the fact that the now elderly Wilson has become a kind and amiable chef, he was originally a deadly underground boxer!

However, due to a competition involving some interests, in order to force Wilson to admit defeat, his opponent hired a group of people to kidnap young Wilson.

Older Wilson didn't say what happened after that.