Chapter 174: Hunting Time
"Go on. Give it a try."
A bead of sweat rolled down March’s face as she stared down at the stack of pancakes. Sunny had a smug grin, wearing an apron as he patiently waited for the girl to have a taste of his newest culinary masterpiece.
At the same time, he was thinking of all the things on his to-do list.
They were, in no particular order, selling the Soul Shards he had brought with him from the Dream Realm, and setting up a stable method to sell more in the future; returning to the Dreamscape to participate in duels on the professional arenas to practice Shadow Dance and feed the Mantle of the Underworld with victories; waiting for Herta to inform him about when the Simulated Universe is finally completed; learning how to properly fight with a spear; feeding Ghastly Hunger with some poor guy’s soul; and, of course, becoming a worthy inheritor of the art of syrup vessel creation.
There were probably more things he had to do, but they weren’t too relevant currently.
March carefully cut off a piece of the seemingly normal pancakes — they weren’t, of course, since no pancake can be considered normal. They were all sublime, the pinnacle of human cuisine...
As March was about to take a bite, she paused. With an untrusting look, she asked:
"...These aren’t poisoned, right?"
Sunny gasped in shock and indignation.
"How could you accuse me of such a horrible thing?! I wouldn’t dare to put any filth on these holy relics! Even if I tried, any poison would be immediately cleansed by the purity of the conceptual meaning of... a pancake."
He paused for a moment, coughing into his fist.