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The last question was directed to the teacher, who shook her head. "Of course, no problem, Tadokoro Megumi, please make another one for this gentleman!"

"Yes, teacher!" Tadokoro Megumi went to prepare, while the red-haired girl looked curiously at the ramen that Senju was eating. "Is it really that bad? Tadokoro's cooking is usually pretty good."

“You can’t taste it until you reach that level. How should I put it,” Senju thought for a moment and then gave an example, “It’s like finding a worm in an apple. It’s so unpleasant.”

“Ah, is that so?” Soma Yukihira said nonchalantly, “It seems quite ordinary. It’s normal to have worms in an apple. At this point, it all comes down to the chef’s eye.”

"..." Senju looked at him speechlessly. This was just an example, you're being way too realistic! Then Yukihira Soma said nonchalantly, "However, I can also make bad food. Wait a moment and try my special dish!"

In no time, he

A small bowl was brought over. "Please enjoy this special honey-marinated squid legs from Xingpingliu!"

"Uh," Senju was speechless as he looked at the squid legs soaking in honey. These two things were such a mismatch. However, Senju still ate them without changing his expression. Anyway, he shut down his sense of taste for a moment. "It's alright. Although the taste is absolutely awful, I don't have any willpower anymore. I can just eat it like a normal dish."

“Oh, it seems you have even worse dishes,” the boy said, his fighting spirit suddenly ignited for some reason. Senju glanced at him. “Well, there are plenty. Truly bad dishes can destroy the soul. Yours only make people feel uncomfortable for a while. You still have a long way to go.”

“I see. But I still think cooking brings happiness. This kind of cooking is just an occasional hobby,” Soma Yukihira shook his head, then looked at Senju curiously. “By the way, could you please cook me a terrible dish?”

"Let's forget about it," Senju said decisively after checking himself and finding only the juice of a fruit-type youmu and the divine wine of the god of wine. "You're still too young. I don't want to ruin you."

"Hey, it's just a dish, it can't be that serious, can it?"

"No, it's very serious. Haven't you heard of 'dark cuisine'? They use food to control a lot of people. And my dishes are even more terrifying than theirs. Most people will either get spoiled after eating them, or be hated by everyone."

"Really? Now that you say so, I'm even more eager to try it."

“Alright,” Senju rubbed her forehead. Although the Little Garden World and the Cube World had countless culinary skills and food gods, Senju did not integrate these things into her consciousness. Instead, she stretched out her finger and said to Yukihira Soma, “Can I choose an ingredient? Anything is fine.”

"Is that so? Well then, this will do," Soma Yukihira tossed an apple over. Senju caught it, infused it with her will, and then threw it back. "Feel it, Apple of Despair!"

"You didn't do anything, did you?" Soma Yukihira retorted, holding an apple. He took a bite, then his eyes immediately darkened, and he collapsed to his knees. The teacher next to him, Megumi Tadokoro, immediately asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Yukihira-kun?"

"Hey, if everything is extinct, is there any need for chefs to exist?" Soma Yukihira murmured. He was in a dream world where there was only a blizzard. All the ingredients had disappeared, but countless people around him were craving food. He held a knife and looked at the whole world. All that he could cook was humankind itself.

"It's nothing, he was just desperate. If he can't break through within ten minutes, I'll help him undo it. Don't worry about it too much," Senju waved his hand, looking at the boy lying there with interest. It seems that this world doesn't prohibit illusions. This is very advantageous for Senju. After all, he discovered that infusing his will into food is also a kind of 'cooking skill'. This is actually a world where superpowers can be used to cook!

"Alright, girl, you can try your best too. See if you can awaken this boy with your food. He's in despair right now," Senju said irresponsibly from the side. Meanwhile, Yukihira Soma was already shedding tears of blood. In the illusion, he was slowly raising his sword.

The girl's eyes hardened. She seemed to see Yukihira Soma's current illusion. Seriously, she saw it, didn't she?! This isn't a proper physical world at all! Senju muttered to herself as she continued cooking, but the will she poured into it grew stronger—a will to protect. If this were a martial arts world, she would have a visible aura by now. "Yukihira-kun, wait for me! I'll definitely rescue you!"

Chapter 1516 Goddess Chef

While Tadokoro Megumi was preparing new food, Yukihira Soma in the illusion next to her was already cutting himself. But then everything inside stopped. Senju paused everything inside. If he really made him cut himself to cook, his spirit would be eternally trapped in the illusion. Of course, he might also come to understand the spirit of sacrificing himself to feed an eagle or a tiger.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and Tadokoro Megumi was already carrying a large bowl of ramen over. However, in the direction of the illusion, it was glowing, and the aroma was even stirring up the snowstorm in Yukihira Soma's illusion. The aroma alone had brought sunlight into the despair illusion.

"Oh, it looks pretty good," Senju exclaimed from the side. The dish really does glow, but it still doesn't interfere with reality. Senju had seen the explanation of the 'Century Soup' in the chat group. It said that an aurora would appear on the soup. That wasn't light reflection or anything, but the actual dish interfering with reality.

Then, Megumi Tadokoro fed Soma Yukihira a spoonful of soup. In the illusion, a large hole of sunlight appeared in the dark clouds, and a goddess was sprinkling nourishing soup upon the world. The people below were all looking up to receive this blessing. Then, Soma Yukihira suddenly opened his eyes, "That scared me to death! I almost went to hell just now!"

Then he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat voraciously. In the illusion, the people seeking food all sprouted wings and flew away amidst the sky full of food.

"This is truly beyond imagination in terms of cooking skills," Senju remarked, then looked at Yukihira Soma, who had finished his ramen and looked completely satisfied. "How about it? Can you feel the difference between your cooking and his?"

But that classmate held Tadokoro Megumi's hand, looking excited, "Megumi, your cooking..."

Wow, that's amazing! I almost ascended to heaven just now, thank goodness I saw you.

"No, Soma, I'm not that great," Tadokoro Megumi said shyly. "I don't know why, but since just now, I haven't felt nervous or afraid, so I was able to do it."

"Ahem, little girl, where's my portion?" Senju coughed lightly, and Tadokoro Megumi finally reacted, quickly pulling away from Yukihira Soma's hand and bringing out another bowl. "Your portion is here!"

"Oh, this is delicious," Senju exclaimed after taking a bite. It contained a warm feeling, making her feel right at home. Then Senju slowly ate. "Hey, how about coming to my house to be my chef?"

"Um," the girl waved her hand in a fluster, while Soma Yukihira was pondering the difference between his own dish and the two of them's, feeling that something important was missing from his dish.

Since he didn't understand, he asked directly, "Hey, what exactly did you do to the apple just now? It looks exactly the same, but why did it turn into a poisoned apple?!"

“It’s just about infusing your will into it, giving the apple a soul,” Senju said as he ate. “A true chef can make people cry, laugh, be moved, be ecstatic, or even die.”

"Soul? I can't understand it."

“It’s easy to understand, isn’t it? That’s what everyone says all the time, right? This work has no soul, that’s pretty much what it means,” Senju said, looking at Tadokoro Megumi who was still flustered. “So, what do you think?”

"I'm so sorry! I still need to study cooking properly, and I still have so many shortcomings!" Tadokoro Megumi bowed deeply. Senju waved her hand and took out a book. "Never mind then, I'll invite you after you graduate. Oh, by the way, here's this book for you. Study it carefully."

"No, I can't possibly," the girl said, waving her hands frantically. She was just being embarrassed. Thousand Hands shook the book. "This is a cookbook that gathers the essence of several culinary masters. People who haven't reached a certain level can't read it, or they'll be affected by the path inside."

As she spoke, Senju slapped Yukihira Soma, who was reaching out to her, and said, "I'm talking about you. Do you want to repeat other people's paths forever?"

"Ouch, that hurts! I just wanted to take a look," the boy said, pulling his hand back. He looked itchy and really wanted to see it. "Just a look, it should be okay, right?"

"Whatever, you're the one who's doomed anyway," Senju pushed the book forward. "Have you forgotten about the apple from earlier? If it weren't for Megumi, you'd be finished by now. No one's going to save you this time."

"Ah, then forget it," the boy said readily, raising both hands and looking at Tadokoro Megumi. "Megumi, since it's for you, just take it. You might learn a lot from it and then you can tell me about it."

"Yes, yes, Soma!" The flustered girl hurriedly agreed, then took the book from Senju. Soma Yukihira, standing beside her, excitedly urged, "Megumi, see what's inside?"

"Hmm," the girl took the book and carefully turned to a page. Immediately, a golden light appeared inside, and countless ingredients appeared before her eyes. The essence of all kinds of ingredients flooded into her heart, and she felt as if she were swimming in a universe made up of billions of ingredients.

Of course, this is just an illusion, or not entirely an illusion. Rather, it is Tadokoro Megumi's understanding of ingredients that those culinary masters are trying to grasp. Only those who possess their own culinary will can truly accept these insights; otherwise, they will be overwhelmed by the essence of these ingredients and become slaves to them.

However, Senju placed restrictions on it; those who hadn't reached a certain level couldn't even open the book. After all, what he wanted to cultivate were powerful chefs with their own will, not puppet chefs.

"Alright, thank you for the meal," Senju finished his noodles and slowly stood up. "By the way, do you know where the Elite Ten are? I'd like to try my hand at it. There's something I need to know about the Elite Ten."

"What?! Challenging the Elite Ten?" A teacher exclaimed in surprise. "Hey, teacher, you're still here?!" Senju nodded. "Yes, but Eri, who's ranked tenth, is a friend of ours, so let's find someone else. Do you know anyone like that?"

"Even though we know each other, I won't tell you. I'm going to challenge the Elite Ten too!" Soma Yukihira shouted. Senju waved her hand and said, "Don't be so stingy. Tell me about the ninth place. I just gave you such high-quality ingredients."

"I had no idea about the ninth place. My goal is to challenge the seventh place, and then I'll challenge the first place! Besides, that apple from earlier was a poisoned apple, the worst food I've ever eaten!" the boy shouted. Senju stroked his chin. "Seventh place? That's fine too. Well, they're all pretty much the same. As long as it's one of the Elite Ten, that's fine."

Chapter 1517 The Ninth

"Wait, listen to me!" Soma Yukihira shouted. Senju nodded inwardly, it seemed the effects of the poisoned apple had dissipated. "Don't worry, I don't mind. Seven and nine are pretty much the same."

"It's completely different!"

"Haha," the girl beside him suddenly chuckled softly. She hadn't seen Soma Yukihira like this many times before. The teacher next to him looked at Senju seriously, "Since you have this badge given by the Commander-in-Chief, then you must also have..."

Becoming a skilled chef is one thing, but challenging the Elite Ten isn't so simple; certain conditions need to be met.

"What are the conditions?" Senju asked. If it was easy to achieve, they would follow the proper path; if it wasn't, they would flip the table. Then the teacher explained, "Only three points need to be met: a notary who can prove that this is a formal competition; an odd number of referees; and competition conditions that both sides must agree to. As long as these three points are met, anyone can challenge anyone in the academy to a food battle, including the Elite Ten, of course."

"I see, notary, referee, stakes, that's fair," Senju nodded. These conditions were simple and not unreasonable; they were all necessary for a normal match. He counted on his fingers and realized that he could only offer stakes at most. "By the way, where do we find a notary and a referee?"

"Uh, do you know about the Food Wars Bureau?" The others were speechless. So, they weren't prepared at all?! Senju nodded. "I see. Let's look it up online!"

Then Senju took out his computer, connected to the network, and the information on it scrolled by quickly. In no time, he had selected suitable notaries and judges (i.e., gourmets). At the same time, he also obtained information on the Elite Ten. "Ninth place, Eizan Etsuya, is known as the 'Alchemist'. I'll choose him."

Then Qian Shou sent an email to those people, telling them that he had the medicine they needed to treat their illnesses. He said that as long as they agreed to participate in the competition, he would give them the medicine to cure their illnesses, and that they would not need to favor one side in the competition.

As for the ninth person, Senju was prepared to personally go and persuade him. "Alright, everything is almost ready, and the food battle will begin soon. Thank you for your help."

"So this is a computer? It looks very advanced," Soma Yukihira said curiously, looking at Senju's tablet. "But is it really that easy to make a reservation for the Food War? Can I watch the match?"

“Of course, although it’s not confirmed yet,” Senju nodded, then stood up. “Well then, I’ll take my leave now. Your food is delicious!”

"What a strange fellow," Yukihira Soma thought with a sigh as he watched Senju leave. Behind him, his teacher and Tadokoro Megumi were also watching the 'strange fellow' with similar sentiments.

"You two, the next class has already started. If you're any slower, you'll lose points," the teacher coughed as new students entered the classroom, and the two students exclaimed and ran away.

According to the information displayed on the tablet, the ninth-ranked Eizan Etsu also provides various planning and management services to many catering companies. He is a management talent with excellent culinary skills. However, Senju also has something that can completely impress him. Tell me, is the position of "Elite Ten" more important, or becoming a true alchemist?

"What brings you here? If you wish to invite Lord Eizan for business guidance, please make an appointment!" When Senju arrived at the building where Eizan Etsuya was located, a student stopped him at the door. Why was this student not in class and instead acting as a doorman? Senju waved his hand casually, "No, I just want to have a food battle with the ninth person. I need that spot for a few days."

"You bastards!" With this student's shout, a group of students jumped out and surrounded Senju. Senju then looked heartbroken and exclaimed, "You lot, instead of studying properly, you're just fooling around here! What will happen if your families find out? What will happen if your classmates find out? What will happen if I beat you up?!"

"You, you've already hit him!" the students lying on the ground around them shouted intermittently. How could it be that in the blink of an eye, everyone on their side had fallen down when it was just one person?!

"Whoa whoa whoa, what's it to me?" Senju whistled as he entered the building. A chef should just be a chef, not a delinquent. Although quite a few students with knives, sticks, spatulas and other 'weapons' have appeared inside, it's a complete delinquent group.

"Sigh, what kind of education is this place providing?" With a sigh, Thousand Hands took out two three-foot-long salted fish swords and knocked them unconscious with a few Salted Fish Thrusts. He grabbed one of them at random, patted his face to wake him up, and asked, "Hey, where's the ninth one?"

"I won't tell!"

"Is that so?" Looking at the unwavering boy, Senju took out a small bottle of spray and waved it in front of him. "Do you know what this is?"

"I can't say!" The boy shook his head desperately, staring at the small bottle in horror. Could it contain Yu Yang's irritating pepper spray?! But he wouldn't give in.

"What's in here is a special biological agent. Once sprayed on, it will make your body produce a strong, pungent stench that you can't wash off for the rest of your life," Senju said, slightly opening the spray bottle. The boy immediately rolled his eyes. Senju then closed the bottle and patted his face. "Do you think someone who smells like that can still be a chef? Seriously, they can't even be considered human anymore, can they?"

"Now I'll ask you again, will you?" Senju asked calmly. The boy nodded quickly, "I'll say it, I'll say it. He's on the top floor of this building, very easy to spot."

“Very good, you didn’t leak anything,” Thousand Hands pointed to the unconscious group on the side, then knocked them out, before slowly walking upstairs. Thousand Hands wasn’t worried about the ninth person escaping; after all, electronic warfare had already been conducted before they entered, and the surveillance and radio waves here were all under Thousand Hands’ control.

what.

Of course, this isn't a superpower, but rather the built-in intelligent AI on the Thousand Hands tablet. Controlling a building is quite simple. After taking the elevator, the Thousand Hands quickly reached the top floor. It's very quiet here, so it seems they haven't noticed what's happening downstairs yet.

However, upon seeing Senju emerge from the elevator, they proceeded with the standard procedure and stopped him. "You are...?"

After casually putting down the two people who had been knocked unconscious, Qian Shou kicked open the door to the room. The room looked quite luxurious, with a boss's desk and a person sitting behind it. He looked like a sinister delinquent, wearing a thick gold chain and gold ring, but upon closer inspection, he was actually quite clean and serious.

Chapter 1518 Power

"Who let you in?! How can those good-for-nothings do their jobs?" The boy coldly stared at the Senju who had suddenly barged in. How dare someone disregard his status as one of the Ten Heroes? They were too disrespectful. It seemed that those good-for-nothings needed to be dealt with!

Senju shrugged, tossed the salted fish in his right hand forward, and it landed on the boy's desk, buzzing as it went. "You're that ninth-ranked Ruizan? Let's have a food battle, I guarantee you won't lose out!"

"Hmph, nonsense," Ruishan snorted coldly, about to say something, but then his nose twitched as he looked at the strange object still stuck in the table. "This, is it a salted fish? But no!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a kitchen knife and stabbed at the salted fish. "This feeling, it's metallic, but something's not right, this suppleness..."

“Here’s the fish. Let’s talk about the Food Wars,” Senju reminded him from the side. Then Eizan shouted, “Shut up! Don’t disturb my research!”

"..." Senju was speechless for a moment, then walked over and used another salted fish to slice off the salted fish stuck on the table. "This makes it much easier to study. Want to try some? This is my special salted fish, it's quite firm."

"!" Ruishan looked at the salted fish that had been split open, then at the kitchen knife in his hand. He didn't know why, but the difference between the two was quite significant. "What do you want from me?"

"Food Wars, oh Food Wars," Senju waved his hand dismissively, "I need to use your status as one of the Elite Ten..."

Before Senju could finish speaking, Ruizan quietly pressed a button, then sat down with a smile. "You've done a good job as a lazy bum. Now I'll give you a chance to become my subordinate. I can name your annual salary."

"Keep dreaming while you sleep," Senju patted Ruishan's face with a salted fish. The ninth-ranked man's face turned pale, and his eyes were almost spitting fire. Then his expression turned cold. "Look behind you before you make a decision!"

"Ah, here we go again, but this time it's different," Senju looked back and saw several burly men in suits running out of the house next door, carrying iron bars and other weapons. "Is this all you're relying on?"

Thousand Hands swung the salted fish and knocked several burly men down. Then he turned to look at Ruishan and said, "Don't worry, I won't beat you up. I just want to have a food battle with you."

"Hmph, bye-bye," Ruizan, sitting there, sneered as he pulled out a pistol, pointed it at Senju, and pulled the trigger. But Senju dodged it with a quick sidestep, and Ruizan, who was blowing smoke off the gun, froze. "How is this possible?!"

"Why not?" Senju flashed and snapped the spear in his hand. "Now can we talk? About the food battle!"

"..." Ruishan looked at the broken pistol in his hand, silently sat back down, and looked seriously at Senju. "It seems you really intend to challenge me to a food battle. Fine, but if you lose, you'll have to become my subordinate!"

"Dream on. It's a pity I was originally planning to use alchemy as leverage, but I'm just dreaming now," Senju rolled her eyes, looking at the seemingly fearless delinquent over there, then took out her tablet and operated it a few times. "Oh, you really have a lot of funds, and quite a few contracts too. Don't worry, they're all mine now. If you don't have a food battle with me, you'll be a pauper forever."