Rusty Dragon

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

The bright warmth of the morning sun dimmed as Jason stepped forward into the gloom.


The sense of warmth vanished without a trace.


The sudden disappearance even brought about a chill.


Before Jason's eyes, the table remained, the utensils remained.


The high-backed chairs were still just as uncomfortable.


The feeling of restraint made even the most comfortable chairs unbearable.


On the table, the black notebook flipped open without any wind, and text began to appear one by one on the slightly yellowed pages—


[The purity of clear soup is not the simplicity of the ingredients, but the sublimation of their essence.]


(Note: I hope you truly tasted its sublimation!)


Just like the maxims after 'dinner' before, this time was no exception.


Chapter 1 Welcome Aboard!