Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

Chapter 761: A New Page

The lobsters were bustling with activity, starting the preparation for the second dish.

Although the Chef God had technically "lost" the first dish, his strategy left the members of Order and the Night Watchmen feeling uneasy.

"It seems the Chef God plans to use the feedback from each dish to continuously refine his creations, eventually reaching a point where Robin has no choice but to admit it's delicious."

Paper Kite analyzed.

Tycoon nodded. "Yes, even if those lobsters didn't perfect it, Robin didn't outright say it tasted bad just now... That means she's finding it difficult to pinpoint flaws."

Seagull was getting impatient. "Sigh, the Chef God only took 4 minutes and 30 seconds for the first dish. He has that item that accelerates marination and cooking time, so the time limit is practically meaningless to him."

"Relying on dragging out the time to win is useless... Speaking of which, why does Robin keep drawing those sketch-like shapes? The effectiveness of that move is already very low!"

Bi Fang smacked Seagull on the head. "Robin isn't panicking, so why are you jumping around like a monkey?"

Seagull rubbed his head. "I'm just worried about her... Besides, what I said isn't wrong."

"If Robin doesn't like cilantro, why doesn't she just draw some and force him to add it?"

"She could even draw random messy ingredients after he's announced the dish name, couldn't she?"

Bi Fang shook his head. "But that would weaken the speed of her combined sketches—Robin won't do that."

"Not to mention that even if he got ingredients he's not good at handling, he might still handle them well. But that's not Robin's personality."

Hearing Bi Fang's words, Grandmaster propped her chin up with interest. "Is this out of kindness or pride?"

"It's obsession."

Bi Fang said.

"I know what Your Excellency is thinking. You might think her gentle personality prevents her from wasting food, or that she believes in relying solely on her own ability to win the duel... But that's not it."

"She simply picks up her brush, immerses herself, and keeps drawing whatever she wants to draw."

"And clearly, she doesn't want to draw food yet."

As Bi Fang spoke, Seagull, Tycoon, Good Night, and Nicholas all wore confused expressions.

Li Hua pushed up his glasses. "A truly incomprehensible decision."

But on the contrary, Paper Kite and Lin Yu quietly nodded.

"This might actually be her necessary condition for victory."

Paper Kite looked up at the stage with admiration.

"Whether it's the Chef God who proposed the unfair rules, or Robin who hasn't fully exploited the rules so favorable to her, both have demonstrated 'obsession' in their respective fields of painting and cooking—and that 'obsession'... is precisely what makes geniuses."

"Indeed, this is a genuine clash of geniuses!"

Lin Yu sighed again.

"But at this rate, Robin will lose," Li Hua pushed his glasses. "After all, she's essentially the 'defending side.'"

"Both are geniuses in their own fields, but in this match, if Robin doesn't take advantage of the rules favoring her, she'll suffer greatly—because, in reality, this rule has the Chef God using his talent to create 'works' for Robin to judge."

"So, if he's allowed to smoothly and skillfully complete his works... the Chef God definitely has a greater chance of winning."

Bi Fang also nodded. "Indeed, this rule is like two people both having high attack and low defense, but Robin is letting the opponent attack her freely—his culinary skills will transform into dishes challenging her taste buds, while her paintings can only serve as a means to 'stop' him."

Although they were still in the middle of the second dish's cooking process, even Bi Fang, who had been optimistic about Robin, had to admit.

"At this rate, Robin is in danger!"

Soon, a lobster brought the already completed second dish, Flavorful Eggplant, before Robin.

The eggplant, first deep-fried, then stir-fried and coated in sauce, was presented to Robin.

Robin ate it all again.

This time, Robin put down her chopsticks.

"It's a bit too hard and too oily. I'm afraid I'll have trouble digesting it."

She said softly, no longer commenting on the taste.

Though she still gave feedback, clearly, things were even more dangerous this time.

"Understood. Then please wait for my third dish!"

"I've fully grasped your tastes, so the third dish will be tailor-made for you... Dear Ms. Robin, please look forward to it—a culinary masterpiece designed entirely to conquer your taste buds."

The Chef God spoke, his Mandarin becoming more standard and refined.

Then...

He threw the large wok forcefully into the air, letting it fall back into the [Hell Kitchen].

Next, another transparent glass soup pot flew out—but this time, it expanded and inverted itself.

This soup pot, like a protective barrier, covered the entire Hell Kitchen.

"Bang!"

The wok and geometric shapes struck the soup pot, leaving various-sized dents and cracks.

But clearly, these attacks wouldn't break through the soup pot anytime soon.

And the Chef God didn't need to completely defend against these attacks; all he needed was...

Another five minutes!

In those final five minutes, he stood inside the [Hell Kitchen], his movements even somewhat leisurely.

"Number One, Number Five... take out the special ingredients and seasonings from the 'Ten Realms.'"

"We're getting serious!"

The Chef God said, his tone revealing a hint of confidence.

As the scene on stage changed once more, everyone in the audience realized that this Battle of Wits had reached its most critical moment.

The last dish, the final chance.

The Chef God stepped in personally and took out meats and vegetables that looked exceptionally special.

Without a doubt...

He was creating some kind of "extraordinary" delicacy.

Thus...

Both the Order and Night Watchmen's seating area, and the Free Alliance's seating area, were extremely tense, almost silent.

On the contrary, the more neutral expert bounty hunters' side had more discussion going on.

"This guy must have received the approval of the 'Banquet God,'" Mosin-Nagant said, watching the Chef God's flying knife skills, deep in thought. "I've been to a [dungeon] where the 'Banquet God' personally appeared. If it's really that level of cuisine... once it's done, I'm afraid this match will be certain."

Chris snorted disdainfully. "If it were me, no matter how delicious, I could force myself to say it tastes like crap."

"That's why that's you."

Mosin-Nagant retorted sarcastically. "Do you think this 'Robin' has the same thick skin as you?"

"Then she'll lose. Nothing to say," Chris clenched his fist as he spoke. Though he sat among the mostly neutral crowd, as a stakeholder whose [item] was on the line—though not for this round—Chris clearly had a bias. "Damn it, but if she loses this round, the next one will be match point... Won't May May be under a lot of pressure?"

Just then, a sudden voice interrupted their conversation.

"I think the outcome hasn't been decided yet."

Chris and Mosin-Nagant turned to see an unfamiliar young woman smiling.

"Admittedly, once this dish is completed, it will definitely be something delicious that no one can deny. But before that..."

"It has to be completed first."

After Fluoxetine finished speaking, she looked at Robin on the stage and squinted her eyes.

Everyone else had turned their attention back to the Chef God.

But she noticed...

The sketchbook in Robin's hands had already turned to a new page.