Zongman: The post-2D era

After Feng Feng heard Ye Shanliang sigh that the top floor of the Alien Food House had reopened, he contacted Matou Sakura in confusion.

"The plot of this world is wrong. The tsundere Erina Nakiri would actually talk about marriage. It's too weird."

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Feng and Matou Sakura in Totsuki Academy.

Matou Sakura's eyes sparkled, and she said to Feng Feng helplessly, "Feng Feng, the place you are in is just a copy. In ancient times, the Celestial Empire would also be treated with such courtesy when visiting the vassal states."

Feng Feng smiled helplessly and was about to speak when he heard a discordant cough suddenly.

The blonde and blue-eyed young lady, Erina Nakiri, appeared not far away at some point.

"You are such a strange person from the main world. No wonder Grandpa... accompany me to the beach!"

Erina Nakiri drove a dazzling sports car, speeding along the road leading to the seaside, and the scenery outside the car window passed by like a movie film.

Arriving at the beach, the sports car slowly stopped. The sea breeze with a slightly salty scent blew in his face, blowing away the loose hair on Feng Feng's forehead.

Before my eyes, the sea and the sky are one color, vast and magnificent, but the end of the sea is not boundless, but a dazzling wall of space. It seems like the strongest barrier between heaven and earth, separating the two worlds completely.

The sunlight shines on it, shining with a mixture of gold and silver.

Under the wall, stands an antique building named "Alien Food House". It is nestled against the mountain and the sea, and surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairy pavilion suspended in the air, revealing unspeakable mystery and temptation.

"My world is just a copy, only the size of Shikoku Island. I... don't have the right to act willfully!"

Nakiri Erina turned around, her fingers gently brushed the sea breeze, pointing at Feng Feng, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes:

"I hate the people from your main world. They always have that inexplicable sense of superiority, as if they can step into our world at will and comment on it."

Her voice seemed a little vague in the sea breeze, but it was extremely firm.

Then, she shifted her gaze to the misty "Otherworldly Gourmet House" and a bitter smile appeared on her lips: "And you, Feng Feng, are just a passerby who strayed into this place."

"Look there, just because of a word from a so-called mythical big shot, I have to drink and smile. If I don't obey, this copy, our world, will even be cut off from water and electricity, lose sunlight, and become dead silent!"

"A big figure from the mythical faction? ...He's not dead yet?"

Nakiri Erina glared at Feng Feng fiercely, but when she saw that there was no frivolity in his eyes, her anger subsided a little.

Her eyes turned, and she suddenly grabbed Feng Feng's arm, and regardless of his surprise, she pulled him towards the misty "Alien Food House".

"Let's go give the big shot a surprise!"

The sea breeze blew her long golden hair, rolling behind her like waves.

Feng Feng staggered when she pulled him, but he couldn't help but follow her pace.

The figures of the two people stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, forming a strange picture with the sparkling sea and the dazzling space wall behind them, as if they were about to break through the boundaries of this world and explore the unknown secrets.

Erina Nakiri pulled Feng Feng through the intricate and exquisite corridors of "Another World Food House" and finally stopped in front of a carved wooden door, which was the secret passage leading to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the fire is burning brightly, various kitchen utensils are arranged in an orderly manner, and steam is rising, bringing the tempting aroma of ingredients.

Erina tied her apron expertly, with a challenging gleam in her eyes. She handed Feng Feng an apron and said with a smile, "Come on, let's teach those big guys a lesson."

The two stood side by side in front of the stove, and with the flash of swords and the shadow of fire, the ingredients were quickly processed in an orderly manner. Soon, the aroma of the dishes became more and more intense, and it seemed that even the air became mellower.

At the same time, on the rooftop, the big shot of the mythical faction and the commander-in-chief of Totsuki Academy were drinking and chatting happily, laughing loudly.

The moonlight poured down like mercury, adding a bit of haziness and dreaminess to the feast.

After three rounds of drinking, the big shot was a little tipsy. He glanced casually towards the kitchen and said with a smile, "When can we taste Erina's food?"

Are you here to taste the food? You are here to lust after her body! You dirty thing!

The tray landed steadily on the table. Feng Feng stepped aside, followed closely by Nakiri Erina, with a faint smile on her face but a sharp look in her eyes.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice clear as a bell: "This dish, called 'Sea Breeze', is made from the freshest ocean fish and paired with wild vegetables moistened by morning dew. It is meant to showcase the purest flavors of our world."

As she introduced the dishes, the big shot's face gradually darkened, his eyes lingered on the exquisite dishes, but he seemed to see through them and see the unknown provocation and indomitable spirit behind them.

The aroma of the dishes lingered in the air, forming a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere. A silent contest was quietly taking place in this small space.

The big shot waved his sleeves suddenly, and the "Sea Breeze" carefully prepared by Erina Nakiri was overturned in an instant. The exquisite porcelain plate shattered into pieces, the dishes were scattered all over the floor, the aroma stopped abruptly, and only a mess was left.

He glared at me, his voice as cold as the wind: "Is this the etiquette you use to treat your distinguished guests? I think the resource supply of this dungeon world is going to be reduced by several percent!"

Nakiri Erina's body trembled slightly, her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes showed a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.

Feng Feng, who was standing aside, frowned, his eyes lingered on the face of the big shot for a moment, and suddenly took a step forward, with a tone of confusion and a hint of sarcasm: "Don't you know me? You are really a big shot of the Mythology School, how big!"

In the main world, Feng Feng, with his insignificant status, brought disaster to the Mythology Sect, but in this alien world, this "big shot" did not recognize him.

Feng Feng's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The big shot's expression instantly changed from anger to shock, and a hint of disbelief flashed across those eyes that were used to looking down on everyone.

He stood up suddenly, his body swaying slightly, as if shaken by an invisible force. "You are... just an ant, not worth mentioning in the main world, let alone in this alien world!"

He tried to remain calm, but his voice was trembling. He tried to use his former dignity to cover up his inner panic.

However, before he finished his words, his eyes began to wander around, as if looking for an opportunity to escape.

Finally, in dead silence, he turned around in embarrassment, staggered, and left the rooftop almost as if fleeing, leaving behind a series of hurried footsteps echoing in the night sky, which, along with the broken porcelain plates and scattered dishes, became the most ironic footnote in this silent contest.

Nakiri Erina looked out at the continent where Totsuki Academy was located, pursed her lips and said, "My world only has one island, and there is no dignity on the island!"

Chapter 958: No Human Rights in Copies

Friday, February 12

In the school library, Feng Feng found out why there was so much resentment in the world copy of Food Wars!

Everything is the law made by the main world to protect its own interests after the copy appeared in the world. The copy has no human rights!

The first players to enter the dungeon can even improve their strength through the Human Completion Project and the like.

Some copy characters came to the main world, and after experiencing three wars, the current regulations were established.

Feng Feng gently closed the book in his hand, his thoughts still immersed in the complex history of the interweaving of copies and reality.

He stood up and walked through the quiet corridor of the library. The sunlight shone through the window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Feeling a little awkward, he set out on the road to the mall.

The mall was bustling with people and full of all kinds of goods. Matou Sakura stood in front of a knife shop with a gentle smile, playing with an exquisite kitchen knife in her hand. The sunlight danced on the ends of her hair, adding a bit of warmth to this ordinary moment.

She turned to look at Feng Feng, her eyes flashing with anticipation: "Look, this knife feels very different, I think you will like it."

"This is the ability of the Atomic Samurai in the One Punch Man world, which can achieve cutting at the atomic level."

Feng Feng smiled gently and cast a grateful look at Matou Sakura, then his eyes fell on the price tag of the kitchen knife. The seven-digit price was dazzling and eye-catching.

He frowned slightly and muttered to himself: "This power is indeed extraordinary, but..."

Seeing this, the boss walked over with a smile on his face, his round face full of courtesy: "Young man, you have a good eye! This knife is unique. As for the price, we can negotiate it, we can negotiate it!"

"As long as you really want it, we can always find a way that satisfies both parties. For example, I will use this knife to exchange for your gourmet cells to bring into the world of Shokugeki no Soma."

As he spoke, he did not forget to wipe away the non-existent dust with the back of his shiny hands, his movements revealing a sense of confidence and cunning.

Feng Feng widened his eyes and looked at his boss in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Matou Sakura quickly glanced at the high price tag of the kitchen knife, frowned slightly, and turned her sharp eyes to the boss, with a tentative and vigilant tone:

"Boss, your suggestion is not simple. Are you from a dungeon? Or a member of a mysterious organization? Is there some secret behind this knife that we don't know about?"

Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if she could see through her boss's true thoughts. The noisy voices around her seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Feng Feng pulled Matou Sakura behind him and listened to the boss say: "There are no human rights in the dungeon, but the people who come out have human rights. People with human rights will always do something for their compatriots!"

Feng Feng gently pulled Matou Sakura behind him, looked at the knife shop owner with a firm gaze, and spoke with unquestionable majesty:

"Boss, you are right. The people in this dungeon did have no human rights in the past."

"But now once they come out of the copy and into the real world, they have the same human rights as us."

"As long as human rights exist, there will always be people who stand up and shout for the rights and interests that their compatriots deserve, but who then commit terrorist attacks."

His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if they could see through people's hearts. The boss involuntarily took a step back and the smile on his face became a little stiff.

The noise of the surrounding crowd seemed to be clearer at this moment, yet it seemed to have nothing to do with all this, leaving only the tense atmosphere of the confrontation between the two people filling the air.

Just as Feng Feng was about to refuse, Matou Sakura stepped forward from behind him, took out a black card with a cold glow from her exquisite handbag, and handed it to the boss gracefully with an unquestionable determination in her eyes: "I'll buy this knife."

The boss's eyes passed over the black card that symbolized his distinguished status, but he did not reach out to take it. Instead, he refocused his eyes on Feng Feng, his expression becoming unusually serious:

"Young man, money is just a number to me. What I really value is your willingness to fight for the rights of the people in the dungeon. This knife is my small support for your future actions. Believe me, you will not regret this transaction today."

There was an indescribable firmness and depth in his words, as if every word contained a tremendous force.

Feng Feng and Sakura Matou discussed it and finally reached an agreement. The two went to the copy of Food Wars! together.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura walked side by side in front of the portal leading to the Shokugeki no Soma copy. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows long, forming a sharp contrast with the noisy real world behind them.

The portal emits a faint blue light, like a mysterious passage leading to another world.

Sakura Matou tightly grasped the kitchen knife that contained the power of the atomic samurai, her eyes flashing with suspicion about the unknown.

Feng Feng stared ahead with a determined look in his eyes, holding a box in his hands.

Entering the copy of Food Wars!, Feng Feng and Matou Sakura came to the magnificent mansion of the Nakiri family.

The last rays of light from the setting sun shine on the ancient stone steps, covering this palace of food with a layer of golden veil.

Feng Feng walked forward slowly and respectfully handed the box in his hand to the head of the Nakiri family who came to greet them. Inside the box was a symbol of their sincerity towards this cooperation.

Sakura Matou handed the kitchen knife that was flashing with cold light to Feng Feng, with both anticipation and uneasiness in her eyes.

In the spacious kitchen of the Nakiri family, Feng Feng stood in front of the cooking table, and the kitchen knife gently cut through the carefully selected ingredients. Every cut seemed to be carefully carved at the atomic level.

His movements were smooth and graceful, matched by his divine nose that seemed to be able to sniff out the essence of everything. He would sniff the aroma in the air from time to time and adjust the curry recipe.

The flames of the stove leaped, illuminating her focused face. A pot of golden curry gradually took shape, and the aroma filled the air. The whole kitchen seemed to be warmed by this carefully prepared delicacy.

Feng Feng recalled himself holding a kitchen knife, and every swing was so precise, as if he could see the atomic structure inside the food, and every cut divided those tiny worlds just right.

The tip of his nose trembled slightly, constantly capturing the subtle changes in aroma in the air. It was a sensitivity beyond ordinary people's perception, guiding him to adjust every detail of the curry.

Sakura Matou stood aside, following Feng Feng's movements closely, with anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

When a plate of golden curry finally appeared in front of her, she couldn't wait to taste it. Instantly, a warm current flowed through her body, and her strength seemed to be enhanced at this moment. She shouted in surprise: "My strength has increased by 3 points!"

"You have become a master of the auxiliary system in just three days and can make delicious food with effects!"

Feng Feng hummed, and sighed in his heart that if he compared a world with the power of all worlds, how could a copy be comparable.