Offer blocks to the end times

The old man took a bite of the food and started acting like a lewd person, his clothes falling down. "This, this taste, I've never tasted anything like it before!"

"Why are you taking off your clothes?" Yuri asked, somewhat confused. Just then, a flail flew past and knocked the old man away. Rem stepped forward coldly, "You must not be rude in front of the lady!"

"Crash! Bang!" The old man, who had been sent flying, crashed into the gate and tumbled dozens of meters away. The onlookers fell silent, all thinking the old man was dead. Then, after lying down for a while, Senzaemon Nakiri stood up again. "What a formidable little girl."

"That's really impressive, she's still alive after all that," Senju said in surprise, then stopped Rem from going up to deliver a few more blows. "Commander-in-Chief, this kind of hospitality isn't very good."

“Wait, this is just an accident,” a girl jumped out. “Grandpa’s clothes will automatically burst open when he eats something delicious. It’s his special skill, not something he does indecently.”

"..." The teachers who went to help Senzaemon Nakiri were also inwardly complaining. That unscientific ability just looked like a hooligan's act!

"It was my fault for being rude. I couldn't help myself when I tasted the delicious food," Senzaemon Nakiri said, patting himself as he came over to help his teacher. Then he walked over alone, looking like he had suffered some internal injuries. This really is a martial arts school disguised as a culinary school! Why call him Totsuki? Just call him Tono!

"Rem, what if we accidentally killed someone just now? Wouldn't that be incredibly rude of us? And remember to try harder next time," Senju chided Rem, who nodded seriously, showing no trace of her earlier rage. "Yes, Lord Senju, I'll definitely try harder next time!"

Even though Senzaemon Nakiri was a man of great experience, he was speechless. He was, after all, at the pinnacle of Japanese cuisine, yet they showed him no respect whatsoever.

Seeing the speechless crowd, Senshou clapped his hands. "Alright, Commander-in-Chief, why don't you prepare a table of the best dishes for Yuri as an apology, and then arrange the competition?"

"Oh, so it's all about gathering intelligence first?" Senzaemon Nakiri clearly misunderstood something. He crossed his arms, looking like a master. "Then let me show you the strength of Totsuki Academy. The Elite Ten of Totsuki Academy will serve you all kinds of top-notch delicacies. Afterwards, we will have a food battle in the moonlight, and then we will decide the fate of the world!"

"Okay, okay, do as you please," Senju waved casually, and then the group entered the campus. Nakiri Senzaemon introduced the facilities to Senju and the others, but Senju was looking at the students around her. Come to think of it, this place really is an anime world, otherwise, why would a culinary school have so many colorful handsome men and beautiful women?!

However, the laws of the world were swirling around them, as if Senju and the others would self-destruct if they used their supernatural powers. Yet, Senju could understand so much just by observing. Why did so many of the students here show traces of supernatural abilities? Was this a superpower development academy?!

Soon, the group arrived at a restaurant that resembled a high-end hotel. After they were seated, the girl next to them stepped forward, gave a slight bow, and said, "Greetings, everyone. I am Erina Nakiri, one of the Ten Elites of Totsuki Academy, seat number ten. Today, I will be serving you all the dishes from this other world!"

"Oh? Tenth place, huh? What are your special skills? What's your specialty dish?" Senju looked at the girl. She had blonde hair and purple eyes, and looked very aloof and beautiful. She seemed very talented, but she didn't look like a chef at all. Moreover, Senju noticed that her brain was very developed. She could totally become a psychic. She could even join Tokiwadai!

"I possess the world's strongest tongue, the tongue of God. No matter what kind of cuisine it is, I can analyze its shortcomings after just one taste. Plus, I even know a little about the cuisine of other worlds. As for what I'm good at? I'm sorry, because I'm good at too many things to say for a moment," the girl said proudly.

“Is that so? God’s Tongue? We’re all gods,” Senji pointed to the people around him. Erina seemed speechless for a moment, then Senji touched her nose. “However, there’s a smell of fear about you. I’m afraid your skill level is just average.”

"Ah, it's Eri," Yuri, who had been staring at her for a while, suddenly called out. The aloof girl on the other end paused for a moment. "Huh? You know me?"

“Yes,” Yuri took out the chat group panel, scrolled through it, and then looked at Erina, “Hey, isn’t this you?”

"You're the group owner 'Yu'?!" The aloof girl looked extremely surprised. She actually met the somewhat cute but all-powerful group owner here. Yuri nodded repeatedly and then pulled out various ingredients. "Yes, yes, Eri, I have a lot of ingredients here. Make me something delicious."

"Okay, okay," Erina stammered, barely able to speak. Senju looked over and asked, "Eh, Yu, is this your friend?"

“Yes, you can chat with a lot of people on that tablet you made,” Yuri said, holding up the crystal panel. “Eri is one of the friends on it; she’s a really good chef.”

"I see, so you're Yu's friend," Senju snapped his fingers, dispelling the fear emanating from the girl. Well, Yuri had just used her extraordinary power, and the World Origin didn't seem to react much. Perhaps it sensed some benefit? It didn't react this time when Senju made its move. "In that case, I'll give you a gift."

"?" Erina was momentarily confused, then turned her head, feeling a sense of relief. What was going on? But for now, she should focus on studying the various ingredients she had never seen before. "Lord Yu, leave this to me. I will certainly present you with the finest cuisine!"

Then someone pushed a wheeled iron table over, carefully placed the ingredients on it, and then pushed it away. Erina followed. "Please forgive me, everyone. I need to spend some time studying these ingredients before I can make the best dish."

“It’s alright, let’s go and take a look too,” Yuri said, pulling Chito’s hand as they followed. Senzaemon stroked his beard. “Gentlemen, let’s take advantage of this break and visit Totsuki Academy’s classrooms, and exchange cooking tips together.”

Chapter 1513 Is he really a chef?

"What do you all think?" Senju looked at the people around him, including Reinhard.

He smiled and nodded, "It would be good to go and take a look. I've never seen a real culinary school before, and I'm sure I can learn a lot there."

“We’re going to visit too. Since this is a cooking school, Rem and I want to learn something,” Ram and Rem said seriously after exchanging a glance.

“I’m here with you, sir,” Wilhelm said with a slight bow, while the lovely Theresa smiled and said, “I’ve been wanting to learn how to cook, and now I finally have the chance.”

“Well, let’s go take a look around then,” Senju nodded, while the Commander-in-Chief beside him was speechless. Whose territory is this anyway?!

Of course, being broad-minded, he didn't care too much. Instead, he was curious about the cooking skills of these people, after all, these were the otherworldly chefs mentioned in 'Apocalypse'. "Well then, please come this way."

"Totsuki Academy has been established for over ninety years, and countless outstanding chefs have emerged from it..." The headmaster introduced everything about the academy in detail, looking very proud. The academy, built against the mountain, is surrounded by a large forest, with many buildings in between, roughly divided into the accommodation area at the foot of the mountain, the teaching area on the mountainside, and the kitchen area for senior chefs at the top of the mountain.

After walking for several tens of minutes and seeing many different buildings, the group arrived outside a teaching building. "The current first-year students are from the 92nd class. They have just enrolled and we would like to ask for your guidance."

“However, there are quite a few people. It would be best if we could visit separately,” the commander stroked his beard and Senju nodded. “Alright, six people together is indeed a bit too many. Ram and Rem, you two will be in one group; Wilhelm and Theresia, you two will be in one group; and Reinhard and I will be in another group.”

“But,” Wilhelm wanted to remind Senju that he was the butler, but Senju waved her hand, “Alright, you two can look around. The scenery here is quite nice.”

Then the group separated. The four of them went on a tour led by the teachers, while Senju and Reinhard followed the Commander-in-Chief. However, after walking for a short while, three people came from the opposite direction. They seemed to be discussing something, but when they saw the three people walking towards them, they were surprised. "Commander-in-Chief, who are these two?"

"These two are our challengers; they want to reach the top of the Moonlit Chamber," the speaker explained briefly. The three men opposite him immediately paled. "The Moonlit Chamber? Isn't that a place only the Elite Ten can access for Food Wars? How can outsiders get in?!"

"Hmm? It seems you've been hiding a lot," Senju said, looking at the old man beside her. The old man waved his hand. "That's your business. I can only say one thing: at Totsuki Academy, the Food Wars decide everything!"

"Is that so? It feels like a predictable strategy, but as long as we keep winning, that's good," Senju said, looking at Reinhard beside him. He nodded with a wry smile. "Senju-sama, I will definitely do my best."

Then the headmaster introduced the three people: "This is Roland Chapel, the head and lecturer of the French cuisine department; Shiomi Jun, the youngest genius professor in the history of Totsuki Culinary Academy, an authority on spices; and Hayama Akira, Professor Shiomi's assistant, one of the most outstanding talents in the first year, a curry cooking expert, whose nose has an extraordinary sense of smell, making him a strong candidate for the Elite Ten."

"..." Looking at the appearances of the group, Senju only recognized Roland Chapel, who was first in line. He was a foreign man with a serious expression, impeccable attire, and wearing a chef's uniform. This was the image of a true chef in Senju's mind. The others were too flamboyant!

The other two are a genius professor who looks like a little girl—is she another cute, adorable teacher type?! The other has white hair and dark skin; with a haircut, she could play Archer! This looks like an Indian or Japanese character from an anime world!

Senju thought to himself, while Reinhard bowed slightly beside him. "It's an honor to meet you all. I am Reinhard van Astrea. Please take care of me."

"Sniff, it smells nice," Shiomi Jun sniffed Reinhard a few times, causing the white-haired guy next to him to frown. Who was this red-haired guy in the white knight's uniform opposite them?! "Jun, that's so rude!"

"Haha, thank you for the compliment," Reinhard chuckled shyly, then looked at the little girl beside him with admiration, "I never imagined that such a young girl would become an authoritative professor. It's truly remarkable."

"Don't underestimate me! I'm already 34 years old!" the little girl said angrily. Reinhard paused for a moment, then thought of his grandparents. "Ahahaha, I'm sorry, it was my fault. Please forgive me, teacher."

"Hmph, I forgive you!" The kindergarten teacher snorted, indicating that she was magnanimous and wouldn't hold a grudge. Hayama Akira nodded to the commander-in-chief, "We still need to discuss the new spices in French cuisine, so we'll take our leave now."

Then the two sides separated. Looking at the leisurely old man who had been following them, Senju noticed that everyone around them looked like they had seen a ghost when they got closer. Moreover, the old man knew that he was just leading them around aimlessly and would not enter the classroom at all. "Um, Commander, I see that you are also very busy. We can just wander around by ourselves."

"It's nothing, I'm quite free," the commander-in-chief said, but Thousand Hands rolled his eyes. The world consciousness possessing the old man was just fooling the two of them.

Rolling his eyes, Qian Shou rummaged in his robes for a moment, then pulled out two books: "The Book of Incense and Spiritual Practice" and "The Book of Supreme Meditation and Conditioning."

"Yin, these two books are for you. Take a look around."

"What are these two books?!" Looking at the two books, Senzaemon Nakiri's eyes flashed with divine light. Both he and the world's consciousness could feel the culinary laws condensed within them, which were extremely attractive to him!

"Ah, it's just the top-tier spice and cookbook from another world, containing cooking methods beyond imagination. Don't worry about it too much," Senju waved her hand casually, while the Supreme Commander waved his hand righteously, "It's too impolite to let a chef who has come to Totsuki act alone. I'll accompany this gentleman to exchange cooking tips!"

“Lord Senju,” Reinhardt smiled wryly. He had received a telepathic message from Senju, instructing him to keep the old man occupied and show him the two books. “Then I will accompany this old gentleman to study cooking.”

"Hmm," Senju nodded, then asked the commander-in-chief for a certificate. The impatient old man gave Senju a certificate and then pulled Reinhard to a room on the side. Then came the sound of kitchen utensils rattling.

Chapter 1514 I am a gourmet

"Easy to bribe," Senju tossed the badge in his hand, casually strolling around the school building. He glanced at the sign above the classroom, 'Eighth Treatment Room,' shook his head, and casually opened the door of a classroom. "Let's start with this one. Excuse me, is anyone here?"

The students cooking in the room looked over, and the teacher who was giving a lesson frowned. "Who are you? What are you doing here? Can't you see we're having a lesson?"

"Hmm, so ordinary. Sorry to bother you," Senju glanced around. The students inside all seemed quite ordinary, nothing particularly outstanding. She then looked at their dishes—ordinary too. Senju closed the door, leaving the group inside speechless.

But a teacher is a teacher after all. He casually pulled out a pager and said, "Hello, is this security? Someone has broken in!"

Before long, Senju saw a group of men in black suits rushing towards him from the stairwell. Seeing their excited expressions, Senju silently put on the badge. The men in black suits seemed to be speechless for a moment, then bowed and left.

Senju continued browsing, then opened a door. This time, however, she was warmly welcomed by the teacher. "Classmates, this is a top-tier gourmet invited by the Commander-in-Chief. Today's lesson evaluation will be closely related to his assessment."

"Academic class?!" Senju looked at the room full of students. It was like a university classroom. The blackboard was covered with chemical symbols and food names, and there was a small hydroponic plant on the podium.

"What are you talking about?" After a moment of silence, Senju went in anyway. The teacher on the other side wiped his sweat. "This class is about the introduction to cultivation. We are currently talking about the formula of the nutrient solution needed for hydroponics and the difference between it and vegetable fertilizer."

"Oh, I see," Senju nodded. He was familiar with this. Not to mention the futuristic nutrient solution that Steel City had been using, the block system also had powerful bone meal. But he wasn't here to prepare nutrient solution. "Excuse me, farewell!"

After searching several places, Senju realized that everyone seemed quite ordinary. Then he realized that the world consciousness here was too strong, so the protagonist must be here. However, the 'water level' was too high, and Senju couldn't tell who the protagonist was.

After walking for a while, Qian Shou saw some students coming out of a classroom, some looking sad and some looking happy. "What are they doing there?"

I went over to take a look and saw that it was students cooking and the teacher giving grades. This was the normal way to teach cooking. However, there weren't many people in the room. The teacher also noticed Senju standing at the door and the badge she was wearing. "Oh, you're a top-level gourmet. May I ask you to come and taste the works of these students?"

“Sure,” Senju said as he went inside. Immediately, one of the remaining seven or eight people’s expressions changed. “Hey, hey, hey, changing people at the last minute is really bad!”

Sitting on the podium, watching the dishes brought up by her classmates, Senju had a strange feeling. If this were a normal school, it would be a complete violation of school rules!

"This dish is noodles?" Senju looked at the dish on the plate, which was a pile of cooked dried noodles, decorated with some vegetables in the middle. His expression was strange. This should be Italian pasta. He had heard of it, but had never eaten it. Well, he would just have to make do. So Senju asked the Great Sage, who was still calculating, to spare some of his computing power. After taking a bite, Senju quickly came to the conclusion, "This noodle dish is not bad."

The calculation results in the amount of certain ingredients in this noodle dish, but that's completely unreliable! Could Senju (the author) really say, "That's right, the starch content in your noodles is 38%?"

"Ahem, not bad, as expected of a student of Totsuki Academy," Senju nodded, then nodded haphazardly, "Passed."

"Yay, that's great!" The student, who had been trembling with fear, jumped up excitedly. The teacher next to him gave Senju a deep look, then tasted it and said, "E-rank!"

"No!!!" The overjoyed student immediately knelt down. The teacher looked at Senju suspiciously, "Are you really a gourmet? Although you have a badge, I've never seen your face before. Could it be a badge you just got by chance?"

"How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?" Senju rolled her eyes and pointed to the badge on her chest. "This..."

But an old man who called himself Nakiri Senzaemon gave it to me. Besides, I never said I was a gourmet. For me, as long as the food is edible, that's fine.

"The Supreme Commander?!" Clearly, this teacher was only focused on the name 'Nakiri Senzaemon' and hadn't paid any attention to anything else Senju said. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea who you were! So you're the Supreme Commander's guest!"

“Then it’s mine!” After a few ordinary students, a red-haired boy stepped forward carrying a large bowl. Senju glanced at him and almost mistook him for someone else. “Oh, it’s the red-haired boy again. Maybe he and Rhine have something in common.”

"Please try this, it's the Yukihira-ryu evolved tonkotsu ramen!" the red-haired guy shouted. Senju nodded, looked at the ramen in front of him, and smelled the aroma wafting from it. Senju frowned, "Hmm, it smells too strong, not my type."

Senju's senses were incredibly sharp. After he released the surrounding odor defense barrier, he felt that this fragrance had a significant impact on him. It seemed that this scent specifically targeted his sense of smell; the fragrance was so strong that it was just as bad as a foul odor.

With a wave of his hand, Qian Shou dispelled the fragrance, and then the people next to him swayed their legs together, saying, "Didn't you put anything weird in here?"

"Of course not!" Red Hair waved his hand casually, but a smug smile played on his lips. "Please try it and give me your opinion!"

"Wait a minute," Senju adjusted his position, then picked up the spoon next to him, tasted the soup, and then spat it out, "Pfft, the culinary rules in it are too strong! How can an ordinary person withstand this kind of impact!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I didn't put anything weird in there!" the red-haired guy shouted from the side. A girl next to him shouted in extreme panic, "Soma, you didn't put in any weird ingredients, did you?!"

“No, no,” Soma Yukihira waved his hand, and Senju shook his head as well, waving his hand to remove the laws infused into the world of ramen. “It’s not your fault, it’s just the world’s fault. It’s much more normal now.”

"Hmm, this is much more ordinary, but it's still very delicious," Senju said as he ate, finishing the whole bowl of ramen in no time. Then he started talking nonsense, "Not bad, it can rival the ramen I had at Otsutsuki Ichiraku last time."

Chapter 1515 Poisonous Apple

"Otsutsuki Ichiraku?" Yukihira Soma asked in confusion. Senju waved his hand and said, "Don't worry too much about it. Your score is above average, but you lack your own will. I hope you can put more of your own soul into your cooking in the future."

"Soul? Will?" Soma Yukihira asked, puzzled. Senju nodded. "That's right. Think about it carefully. Who is the last student?"

"Ah, it's me," the flustered girl next to her excitedly carried over with a large bowl. It was only a few steps, but she almost tripped and fell over.

"There's no need to be so tense, it's making the food taste bad," Senju noticed the tense and fearful aura emanating from her, which greatly affected the food. However, a belief also rose from her food, the will that the girl had infused into it.

"Honestly, she looks a lot like Yoshino," Senju said. This place would be her territory from now on, and she needed to nurture her talents. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a rabbit headband. "Here, take this. It'll help you calm down."

"Ah, this is for me?" the girl said in a flustered manner. With a flick of his finger, the rabbit headband landed on the girl's hair, and the girl, who had been flustered, immediately calmed down. "Please try my soy sauce ramen!"

"Huh? Tadokoro, have you calmed down?" Yukihira looked at his classmate with curiosity, feeling that she was very similar to her usual self. The girl looked at her companion and said, "Yukihira-kun, it's strange, I'm suddenly not nervous anymore."

"It's really awful," Senju said as she ate her soy sauce ramen. Well, the taste was alright, but in Senju's mind, this bowl of ramen was originally infused with warm and peaceful intentions, but later fear and tension were added to it. The two were intertwined, making it utterly repulsive.

However, Senju could absorb both kinds of intent, so he continued eating. Tadokoro, who was next to him, panicked for a moment, then calmed down and said, "I was too nervous just now and didn't perform well."

"Hmm," Senju nodded, taking a sip of soup. "You're too nervous. Make me another one, okay?"