"Get out! Beggars aren't welcome here!"
Three large men tossed the raggedly dressed Dylan out the back door of the restaurant. Right now, due to the effects of spacetime turbulence, he could tell from his physical state that he was severely injured and hadn't eaten for at least three days; his stomach was growling fiercely. When he went to the restaurant, they saw he had no money. When he tried to find work, he was treated like a beggar trying to scam a meal and thrown out without even being given a chance to try.
"Fortunes change over thirty years! You'll regret today's decision!"
Dylan clenched his fists, wanting to teach the arrogant men before him a lesson. But somehow, the internal energy that usually surged like tides within him was incredibly difficult to circulate now. Due to his severe injuries and hunger, he couldn't muster much strength at all.
"Regret? Hahaha! Did you hear that? This stinking beggar says he'll make us regret! That's the funniest joke I've heard all year!"
Hearing Dylan's words, the man in the middle of the three thugs – dressed in a white uniform embroidered with the words 'Second Class Chef' and seemingly the leader – burst into mocking laughter. He then stepped forward, intending to rough Dylan up some more.
Dylan watched silently, thinking that if the man dared to strike, he'd make sure he could never have children. Even if he died, he'd take a tooth with him. As a chef from the Dark Culinary World, even fallen on hard times, he wasn't someone just anyone could bully!
That's right, this was Dylan's second transmigration. He was originally a web novel author in China. Because he had casually complained that the characters from the Dark Culinary World in Chuuka Ichiban were too weak – despite having incredibly strong settings one after another, they were inexplicably defeated by Liu Maoxing's plot armor – he transmigrated for the first time into the world of Chuuka Ichiban.
Captured by the Dark Culinary World from a young age, he endured inhuman training. Later, relying on his supreme culinary talent, he became the man with the top cooking skills in the Dark Culinary World.
Super Taste, Super Touch, Super Sight, Super Hearing, Super Smell.
These were talents that, if possessed individually by an ordinary chef, could allow them to aspire to the pinnacle of the culinary world. Yet, as if blessed by incredible luck, he had gathered them all.
The result of this was that he, Dylan, could learn any new technique in under three hours.
By the age of thirteen, he had learned all the techniques of everyone in the Dark Culinary World and had challenged each of the Five Tiger Stars, defeating them all with absolute superiority.
However, what he hadn't expected was that the instant he defeated Cloud Dragon Kaiyu, a brilliant ray of light suddenly descended from the heavens, causing him to transmigrate once again.
When he opened his eyes, he had arrived in this world – penniless, severely injured, and dressed in tatters. A truly disastrous start.
With such an appearance, he was driven away from every restaurant he approached. Even with heaven-defying culinary skills, if he couldn't demonstrate them, they were meaningless.
Just now, he had snuck into the back kitchen, found the head chef, and wanted to show off his skills, essentially applying directly to the boss. But before he could even say more than a couple of sentences, the chef ordered his men to throw him out directly into the snow and ice.
From the surrounding architectural style, the residents' appearances, and the extreme weather, Dylan could deduce he was likely somewhere in Northern Europe.
Fortunately, back in the Dark Culinary World, in order to read cookbooks from other countries, he had specifically learned their languages, so communication wasn't an issue.
"I hate the look in your eyes. Clearly scum from the bottom of society, yet you want to drag me, someone from the upper echelons, down with you. A guy like you, even if you died right here, probably no one would care!"
Seeing the extremely vicious glint in Dylan's eyes, the Second Class Chef thug felt an inexplicable panic and took half a step back. Then, as if realizing something, he flew into a rage out of humiliation, grabbed a nearby broom, and swung the wooden handle end fiercely towards Dylan's head.
"Stop!"
Just as Dylan awkwardly retreated to dodge, aggravating his injuries and causing his expression to change, and just as the attacker, having missed, stepped forward two paces to press his advantage...
A clear voice rang out from nearby. Then, the broom handle was forcefully blocked by a bodyguard wearing a black suit and sunglasses.
"Scram!"
"Right away!"
The two black-suited bodyguards spoke coldly. The three thugs, who had been acting incomparably arrogant moments before, instantly scurried back into the kitchen upon seeing them.
There was no particular reason, other than that anyone in the vicinity who could afford bodyguards was undoubtedly wealthy or powerful – not people they could afford to provoke.
In this situation, retreating promptly to protect themselves was the wisest choice.
As for Dylan, only now did he raise his head. What met his eyes was a girl with white hair, skin whiter than snow, wearing a small, white chef's uniform – a veritable Snow Princess!
White hair, red eyes.
Dylan stared at her intently. Aside from her young age, this Snow Princess with bodyguards perfectly matched his aesthetic preferences!
And Dylan recognized this person. Although her body and age were reduced, the moment he saw her appearance, the corresponding name surfaced in his mind.
Nakiri Alice! Had he transmigrated into the world of Shokugeki no Soma?!
From her age, it wasn't hard to tell that this was likely several years before the main storyline began. And in this world where cuisine reigned supreme, his cooking skills would finally have a place to be used.
"Bullying someone in broad daylight! Such classless men."
A voice as crisp as an oriole's song came from Nakiri Alice's mouth. The young girl's face showed righteous indignation as she walked over to stand in front of Dylan.
"It's alright now. They won't hurt you anymore."
Perhaps considering Dylan's pride, Nakiri Alice's voice softened. Looking at the little beggar in tattered clothes before her, a trace of pity couldn't help but rise in her heart.
"Thank you."
Looking at Nakiri Alice's face, Dylan spoke with utmost sincerity, his face somewhat pale. If she hadn't appeared, that man definitely wouldn't have let things go so easily. Under the assault of three men, his already severely injured body would likely have suffered even more damage.
In his current state, if a second severe injury prevented him from cooking, it would mean being stripped of his only means of survival. Unless some kind soul was willing to take him in, he would surely die this winter.
Realizing this, Dylan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding with lingering fear. He glanced momentarily towards the restaurant named [Nuo Yu], in the direction the Second Class Chef thug had fled, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
But he quickly retracted his gaze, putting on a harmless appearance.
"What's your name? Why are you here? Where is your family...?"
"My name is Dylan. I am stranded here and have no family. Please, could you let me have a full meal?"
Looking at the girl with pure eyes before him, Dylan stated his request. He knew this was one of his few chances.
Dylan was gambling – gambling on the kindness in Nakiri Alice's heart, and simultaneously trying to secure an opportunity to prove himself.
Being able to learn the famous signature techniques of everyone in a place like the Dark Culinary World required a thick skin as a key component.
Of course, most of those techniques were actually acquired through Dylan forcefully winning culinary duels against opponents and then compelling them to teach him.
Rumble~
At the same time, the growling sound from his stomach seemed to verify his words.
"Are you hungry? Okay! I'll treat you to a meal. Come home with me!"
Putting her hands on her hips as she looked at the big boy before her, Nakiri Alice couldn't help but giggle at the sound of his stomach. Her eyes shone brightly as she proactively extended her hand towards him, wanting to pull him up.
"Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. I will repay your kindness!"
Dylan took her hand as he spoke. It was small, soft, and slightly warm. Up close, he could even smell a faint, pleasant fragrance – the skin condition only achievable through the pampered upbringing of the upper class.
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