A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

Upon hearing this, Howard Lee's face immediately drooped, and he spoke with a whining tone in his voice.


"Why do we have to eat barbecue again? Weren't we supposed to catch a chef? Scar Dog, don't take this the wrong way, but your barbecue is just... indescribable."


"You don't even have to make it taste good, just cook it properly, right?"


"We don't have anything against Western food, but you could at least make it medium rare, right?"


"But you make the outside beyond well-done while the inside is practically raw. Seriously, nobody can stand that."


"One bite of this meat steak brings out seven or eight different sensations."


"A Michelin star chef's entire life's learning wouldn't be able to create so many feelings in a single piece of meat steak."


"Leaving everything else aside, brother, this meat steak you made has a distinct sense of layering. Do you know what layering is?"


Chapter 294: "Automatic Strengthening Perpetual Motion Machine - Activate!"