 Whispering Jianghu

In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Henyee Translations

A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World

Yet, it was quick as hell and lethal.

The sword slit open the bird's throat.

The poor fire chicken uttered a cry of despair, and flopped down to the ground, twitching, blood welling from the cut. Its flames flickered and died, while its eyes were staring at Mag with hate.

"You're amazing, Father!" Amy exclaimed in delight, clapping. Ugly Duckling looked up at Amy with sullen eyes, for she was making it uncomfortable.

Mag smiled and put his sword away. Speed is everything when it comes to martial arts. He felt a sudden loneliness.

Amy crouched down beside the chicken, and said, "You can rest in peace now. I'll be sure to enjoy your meat."

The fire chicken stared at Amy, and died with its eyes open.

Mag smiled, and his loneliness of being invincible was gone without a trace.

That was the first form of his Thirteen Swordplay Forms. It was simple yet deadly, and not easy to master.

Wow, Such A Big Pig!