Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

What can be found in the basement of a gang big shot stained with colors?

Guns? Gold? Cash?

All of these are normal.

Even the appearance of a pile of corpses, Jason could accept that.

Even if these corpses were incomplete, that would be okay.

None of the things that appeared would make Jason hesitate.

The reason Jason was genuinely stunned was that the objects before him were too unexpected.

A rickety bicycle, not only without a seat but also without its rear wheel, was simply hanging in the air, placed inside a glass cabinet.

A floor clock, its pendulum long since stopped, with its hour, minute, and second hands all gone, only a white face ringed with multi-colored yellow left, obviously very old.

This floor clock was also inside a glass cabinet.

Jason turned his head to look to one side.

He saw... a crowbar?

Jason confirmed for a few seconds, it was indeed a crowbar.

Completely black, placed on red velvet, with a glass case, just like the previous ones, covering it.

And the entire vast second underground level was adorned with just these three items.

From the gravity of their placement, it was clear that this was definitely not some surreptitious scheme.

Rather, Emod truly valued these things.

Similarly, this was not some special kind of collecting habit.

Because there was an emanating scent of 'food' from the crowbar.

An item with the scent of 'food' was naturally no ordinary matter.

But only the 'crowbar' had it, the bicycle and clock did not.

"Can't clearly identify, can only do a rough confirmation, huh?"

"And moreover, it's no longer 'weapons', but more... mundane?"

Thinking of the differences between the current 'food' and 'food' of the past, Jason could not help but remind himself to be attentive.

Clearly, the world before him had a different 'food system'.
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His underlying thoughts did not hinder Jason's actions; he raised his hand and smashed the glass case that contained the 'crowbar'.

Drip, drip-drip!

Immediately, a shrill alarm went off.

But Jason did not care.

That phone call had long since let Emod know that it didn't matter whether the alarm sounded.

Lifting a corner of his hockey mask, Jason stuck out his tongue and licked the crowbar.

Sweet, with a faint scent of rice.

Hmm... it tasted a bit like Rice Krispies!

Jason's eyes lit up, he slightly took the 'crowbar' in his mouth and then bit down hard.

Crunch!

Amidst the crisp metallic sound, Jason bit off a corner of the 'crowbar'.

Crunch, crunch!

With the crisp sound of chewing, the sweetness and rice flavor directly spread across Jason's taste buds.

Jason was now certain, it was Rice Krispies.

He had eaten it often before and would not forget this flavor.

Then, he took out a ketchup packet Bob, the hotdog stand owner, had given him that afternoon from his pocket.

With one hand holding the ketchup packet, he bit at one corner of it, gently tearing it open, then squeezed the ketchup onto the 'crowbar'.

At this moment, Jason could clearly see the highly intricate regular pattern that appeared where he had bitten off the corner.

Obviously, this 'crowbar' was anything but simple, possessing an extraordinary purpose.

But for Jason, this was to be expected.

How could an object that became 'food' be simple?

The knives, swords, steel bars, television towers, and the like that he had consumed before were all special existences.

The 'crowbar' naturally should be the same.

It's just a pity... I don't know how to cook 'crowbar.'

I can only dip it in sauce!

Jason thought silently as he squeezed the ketchup from several packets over the whole 'crowbar.'

Next, he opened his mouth wide, and his throat bulged.

Suddenly, the entire 'crowbar' was stuffed into his mouth.

Crunch, crunch.

Amid the crisp sound of chewing, Jason squinted his eyes.

Eating was always such a pleasure.

Especially when eating came with a sense of fullness—

[Swallowing Physical Holy Sword (Inferior Imitation)!]

[Physical Strength, Energy, Moderate recovery from injuries!]

[Fullness +8!]

[Fullness: 152]

...

A fullness level that was not high for Jason at the moment, but this did not diminish his joy in the slightest.

Because it was completely an unexpected gain.

Having readjusted his mask, Jason strode towards the exit.

And just as he was about to push the door open, three grenades with their pins pulled were tossed in.

These were the spoils of war from earlier.

Now was the perfect time to use them, naturally to eliminate any trails he might have left.

Not just the second underground level.

A few other strategic locations, especially the two surveillance rooms, had been given special attention by Jason.

Boom, boom-boom!

The sound of the grenade explosions followed one after another.

As Jason walked out of the mansion, the whole house had virtually become ruins.

However, that was not the end.

Outside, Brian stood with a rocket launcher.

Seeing Jason emerge, he pulled the trigger toward the mansion.

Whoosh!

Boom!

The rocket plunged in and then came the roar of the blast.

The whole mansion just flew into the sky.

Then, Brian took out two strange-looking grenades from the car and tossed them towards the ruins of the mansion.

Incendiaries!

Jason instantly recognized the true nature of the two grenades.

Boom!

Flames shot into the sky!

The fire lit up the surroundings!

But besides the burning flames, there was not a single sound in the vicinity.

The wealthy neighbors all huddled in their basements while their armed guards stood nervously outside the door, not daring to come out and investigate what had happened.