Kisaragi's Long-Strange Collection Notes

The chef reacted quickly, but it was still too late.

These bizarre combatants don't understand the concept of skill; they rely entirely on instinct.

The carpet beneath the chef's feet had completely turned to porcelain, along with his shoes and calves.

The vitrification force continued to spread upwards, and it was about to reach above the thigh.

What a cultist of the Mist! Ruthless and taciturn.

Having just broken a leg last night, I'm now making the incredibly decisive decision to cut off my tail to survive.

The chef took out a new kitchen knife and severed both of his lower legs at the knees.

In this mysterious world, battles are incredibly bloody. If your [immortality] can't withstand your opponent's [mystery], either avoid getting hit or you'll be defeated in an instant.

In the first round, back and forth.

Chen Meimei was almost slit in the throat, and the chef lost both of his legs.

Even more cruelly, the battle is not a turn-based game. As soon as the [chef], who has lost his leg, lands, the power of porcelainization rushes towards him again.

It is an invisible and intangible force, difficult to detect, and even more difficult to avoid.

The power of vitrification is invisible to the naked eye, but if it spreads upwards from a carpet and there are objects in between, those objects will be vitrified first.

The chef slammed his hand against the wall, using the reaction force to jump onto the dining table in the living room.

While keeping an eye on Chen Meimei and Qinghua, he remained vigilant to see if the area under the table was being porcelainized.

"No wonder the Joker treats you so differently. Keeping weirdos, Chen Meimei, you're the real monster. Perhaps we have a chance to cooperate."

Chen Meimei's expression was unfriendly.

They came to cause trouble, even resorting to violence, and then realized they couldn't win halfway through the fight before trying to discuss cooperation? Where the hell were you all this time?

It's rare for him to have the upper hand, and now he just wants to win this battle decisively.

"Stop talking nonsense. Since you said you'd cook me a meal, why don't you just take the ingredients from yourself?" Chen Meimei was more villainous than the villain at this moment.

Knowing that things were unlikely to end well, the chef stopped talking and glanced at the dining table, a surge of joy rising in his heart.

He saw the fragrant roasted chicken with pineapple on the table.

The [Chef]'s abilities include "can cook anything" and the related "food therapy".

The former allows his kitchen knife to cut through any hard substance, and his pot to cook anything that is normally difficult to kill.

The latter allows him to replenish energy, recover from injuries, and unleash his power through eating.

"Heaven is on my side! After eating this plate of roast chicken, I'll be able to unleash a burst of power. Even if I can't turn the tables, I'll have a great chance to break through."

The chef immediately displayed his talent—eating a whole roasted chicken in three bites.

He even swallowed the pineapple leaves.

Chen Meimei was stunned, and Qinghua was stunned.

Even Bobo herself, who was always ready to launch a sneak attack, was dumbfounded.

Why not eat my family's pineapple roasted chicken?

The chef lost control of his body the next moment.

He escaped being turned into porcelain, but he couldn't escape being turned into roast chicken.

His thighs turned into roasted chicken legs, his hands into roasted chicken wings, and the last bit of his [immortality] was desperately guarding his heart, preventing his body from completely turning into a chicken carcass.

Instead of advancing, Chen Meimei retreated, keeping a distance and waving.

He did not forget the valuable knowledge imparted by the [dean]: never let your guard down until everything is completely settled.

Seeing Chen Meimei's gesture, Bobo activated her power to stop the further erosion of the roasted chicken transformation power.

"Tell me your companion's information," Chen Meimei shouted from across the entire living room.

The chef now only has a human head and a human heart inside the body.

He turned his neck and spotted Bobo next to him.

"Heh, the second anomaly, I didn't lose unjustly. We members of the Mist Church don't care about keeping secrets from our companions, but I just don't want to tell you, haha."

Chen Meimei said "Oh," and then added, "Kill him."

"Wait!" [the chef] shouted, "Shouldn't you have tried to persuade me? You always have to use some coercion and bribery, aren't you going to follow the usual procedure?"

Chen Meimei no longer wanted to communicate and continued to wave her hand, indicating that Bobo should do it.

"Stop! I'm telling you, if I don't go back, my comrades will start indiscriminately killing people. You don't want to see rivers of blood, do you?"

Chen Meimei's face visibly lit up with joy:

"That's great! If he keeps hiding, I won't be able to find him. As long as he dares to make a move and expose himself, things will be much easier."

The chef was at his wit's end, and that's when he remembered.

Who is Chen Meimei? What kind of good bird can get along with a clown? What kind of good person keeps weird animals at home?

If he were a truly righteous person, he would have reported him long ago. Threatening a stranger's life with this guy is a joke.

Chen Meimei didn't call a halt.

Bobo didn't stop, and soon the [chef] was completely transformed into a roasted chicken missing its feet, becoming history.

The chef, whose hands are covered in blood and who has handled countless "ingredients," eventually becomes an ingredient himself—a kind of cause and effect cycle.

Although he didn't do it himself, the strange creatures and their retinues all acted in accordance with his plan and were considered his tools. This can be considered Chen Meimei's first time killing someone.

There's nothing special about it. If you don't kill someone, someone will kill you. There's no time to reflect beforehand, and afterwards, it just feels like nothing special.

However, there's one thing: Chen Meimei absolutely refuses to eat the roast chicken that the [chef] turns into.

He was also afraid that if he threw the chicken away, scavengers would pick it up and eat it, so he chopped the roast chicken into pieces and flushed it down the drain.

"I successfully disposed of the body; I'm such a genius."

The chef was a good guy; he even dropped his equipment when he died.

The box of kitchen utensils he brought was happily inventoried by Qinghua and then placed in the empty kitchen, categorized by type.

So, apart from a large pot, the kitchen was once again filled with kitchen utensils.

17:20 PM.

It was nearing dusk.

The clown returned from outside and came to visit again.

"Since I brought this trouble upon myself, I went out today to try and track down [the chef]. Unfortunately, he's too cunning and has probably fully recovered. Although you are powerful, they will stop at nothing, so be careful."

Chen Meimei nodded: "I'll be careful. It's lunchtime, haven't eaten yet? How about we have some roast chicken together?"

The clown dared not eat any of Chen Meimei's roast chicken.

He glanced at the table, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Then everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, and they pretended not to have seen anything.

Chen Meimei enthusiastically saw the clown out the door, muttering incessantly, saying things like "a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative," "come over and visit often," and "it's more lively with more people."

The clown returned to his home in 1805, closed the door, and then shakily pulled a cigarette from his pocket. He tried to light it several times before finally succeeding.

"[Chef], may you rest in peace."

Just now, he saw a small kitchen knife used for cutting roasted chicken next to the roasted chicken on Chen Meimei's dining table.

A dinner knife that looked very familiar to him.