 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

Ivan lifted his hands with excitement on his face, showing off his blackish-gray stone shell with hints of red on it, and asked Gemina, "Dear, do you think that my new shell is pretty?"

After eating two crayfish in that afternoon, his shell—which had been dormant for the past five, six years—finally broke away and changed into this new one.

This also meant that he had broken through successfully, and became a 4th-tier rock troll.

Although there was only a difference of one tier between the 3rd-tier and 4th-tier, it was the natural barrier in between a low-tier and a mid-tier demon.

Low-tier demons were looked down upon no matter where they went, but mid-tier demons would be recruited by some demon islands, and received a recognized identity.

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