When There's Fun to Be Had, You've Got to Drag Someone Else Into It!

"Why don't you try venturing into the field of biochemistry? It might be more promising than continuing to study physics."

"Doctor, please... please stop talking..."

Mei was no longer the aloof person she had been before. Her face was flushed as she lay on the bed and covered her head with the blanket.

"No, I'm not being sarcastic, I mean it sincerely." Liu Bai stroked his chin. "I remember you were doing a little better than this when you were a kid, right? How come you've gotten worse as you've grown up—or rather, your true talent has gradually taken shape?"

This is very similar to the protagonist of a novel. The talent he shows when he is young is just the tip of the iceberg, the weakest of all his talents. His true abilities are only revealed when he grows up or levels up.

The current situation is really...

"Waaah..."

Mei completely shrank back.

"No matter what, it shouldn't kill anyone, since it uses proper ingredients and seasonings... It'll probably just make your stomach and throat feel uncomfortable?"

"... Let's forget about being self-aware in this regard." Liu Bai smirked. "Come on, point out to me what these dark things are."

"..."

She can't point them out; these are almost blackened to the point of carbon... no, they're already a mixture of carbon and some unknown substance, how can she possibly point them out!

"No, let's talk this out."

"Reason?"

Upon hearing this word, Mei finally poked her head out.

What's the reasoning behind that?

"That is..."

Liu Bai looked away from the dark, unidentified object in front of him.

"Haven't you imitated a lot of dishes? Didn't you learn a single one?"

"I did learn it... but... um... I feel like I could optimize it a bit more..."

After Mei finished speaking, she guiltily shrank back into herself.

Who was it that just said you shouldn't cook by instinct or rely on your hands?!

"Generally speaking, you can't blow up a kitchen."

Yes, it would be strange if a mechanically savvy guy like you blew up the kitchen because of too much firepower.

But you might as well blow up the kitchen—at least that would destroy the evidence.

This lump of stuff in front of me is truly unbearable to look at...

"I think there are still people who would be willing to eat it..."

"Who?"

"... Kevin? Idiots generally don't seem to have a very sensitive sense of taste."

No, is this the only thing you think of when you think of your junior brother?

"If all else fails, we could use some special methods... like holding Stun Gun to the back of his head, or lying and saying it's noodles?"

"Mei, this isn't a matter of taste anymore... Besides, Kevin doesn't have the persona of being a taste freak. Of course, if you think he's too much of an eyesore and want to get rid of him, then disregard what I said."

"..."

[On the first day of the preparation phase, while learning to cook, you quietly created a "top secret" document called "God-Slaying Project." At the same time, the research on the "God-Slaying Prototype" bioweapon was completed.]

On the third day, I learned cooking skills. The "God-Slaying Type II" was completed. Compared with the previous version, it added an olfactory destruction system—the core ingredient is said to be durian.

[On the fourth day, I learned cooking skills. The "God-Slaying Type III" was completed. Compared with the previous versions, its appearance was slightly optimized. By the way, my assistant Klein in the next lab was rushed to the infirmary for emergency treatment in the afternoon. It seems that Mobius's God-Slaying Project is also progressing quite smoothly.]

[On the fifth day, while learning culinary skills, "God-Slaying Type IV" was completed. Dr. Einstein, having somehow learned about the competition, mistakenly ate "God-Slaying Type VI" thinking it was chocolate during his visit and has now been taken to the infirmary for gastric lavage.]

[On the sixth day, cooking lessons were temporarily suspended. We visited the infirmary to see the critically ill Dr. Einstein. The Mobius Laboratory next door purchased a complete set of gastric lavage equipment; its purpose is unknown (presumably)]

"Food poisoning... mei, is this what they call 'food that won't kill you'?"

Liu Bai glanced sideways at his clumsy apprentice.

"... The danger is still manageable, after all, it's not like those guys over there who put their assistants in such a state that they needed emergency care."

Mei glanced at Mobius, who was peeling an apple for his assistant on the next bed.

Mobius smirked at this. "You're just laughing at someone else's own faults, you really have the nerve to say that..."

But Mobius really couldn't refute it... after all, it was indeed her fault that Klein was sent in.

She's not some kind of demon beast; she does have some conscience—of course, this conscience is limited to only a few individuals.

"By the way, Dr. Mobius, it seems you purchased a gastric lavage system today?"

"Huh? Doctor?"

Klein, who was eating an apple, was instantly stunned.

"Stomach lavage equipment?"

"Well, it's just that we realized there was a safety lapse in the lab, Klein, don't overthink it."

"Doctor, look at me as I say that!"

Look, what a touching scene! Klein was moved to tears when he heard Mobius (I'm sure of it).

"Ah... well, it's all for the safety of the experiment," Mobius said somewhat guiltily.

She really has a conscience; she even had a full set of gastric lavage equipment...

"I'm the test subject, right?"

Klein lay on the bed, utterly despondent, tears streaming down her face.

"I swear, I will never cook such a dangerous dish again."

Mobius, unwilling to let his capable assistant run away, has already begun to swear oaths.

"Furthermore, I've already found two more assistants for the lab, which will help relieve some of the pressure on you."

Is that so?

Klein felt that her lab was turning into a den of iniquity, and her first reaction was to worry about the safety of the new recruits rather than to plan their work assignments—though she probably wouldn't be able to assign any work anyway.

But...

Seeing Mobius, who was full of energy and had become more approachable, Klein didn't know what to say.

Ultimately, as long as the PhD student is happy, that's all that matters.

"You two..."

Liu Bai sighed helplessly, "But speaking of which, I feel like I've forgotten something..."

"Do you need me to get the memo?"

"No, this seems to be something I had in mind... Hmm, never mind, I'll just forget about it."

Liu Bai wasn't the type to dwell on things, so he quickly put the matter out of his mind.

"But seriously, are you two really going to continue...? I'm afraid someone might die next."

Lying in his hospital bed, Einstein now had a vacant look in his eyes, as if he had been played with. "I always felt that in my final moments, I dreamed of the red hair on my head coming to life... Although it was quite interesting, I decided to leave it at that."

Einstein muttered to himself, still not quite recovered even though a day had passed.

After all, food poisoning may sound like a minor issue, but it's actually quite a uncomfortable one.

"When it comes to causing deaths, you two are... well, especially Mobius."

Mei is alright, since Einstein ate it by mistake, while Mobius seems to have been heartlessly making his poor little assistant taste the food these past few days.

But this isn't really a big problem. After what happened to Klein, Mobius will definitely be more restrained in the future, since Klein is one of the few people Mobius cares about.

"But what I'm most worried about is that the things you make might be used by malicious people to poison things."

"..."

Poisoning... Is it really necessary to say it like that?

"For example, your 'God-Slaying Type II' is already at the level that requires a gas mask, right?"

"... That was just a durian cake mixed with stinky tofu."

"Hmm, it's very simple, but it's very powerful."

Liu Bai twitched the corner of his mouth. "You've used your creativity in the wrong place."

Liu Bai didn't stop it at the time—why stop something so interesting?

But that taste... never mind, it's best not to think about it.

"By the way, take care of Klein, she's a taste tester after all—although I'm already worried about whether I can guarantee her safety back then."

Liu Bai couldn't help but sigh, "Speaking of which, if I were to tell you to stop now..."

"This competition was organized by Miss Elysia."

How dare you say that? She was clearly coerced by you! Anyone with eyes can see that Elysia never intended to use the doll as a prize in the first place!

"Then add another rule: if either the color or aroma fails to meet the standard, the tasters will not be allowed to taste it—and before that, they will all have to undergo a test."

Liu Bai went to great lengths to save Klein's life.

If things continue like this, Klein might not even survive until the Herrscher of a Thousand...

"Dr. Mobius, add some new rules: no one is allowed to let the tasters sample the dishes before the competition; the dishes must pass the appearance and smell test during the competition, and they also need to be tested," Mei said, acting as the messenger.

"Hmm... I agree to this."

Mobius hesitated for a moment before nodding.

These conditions were clearly proposed by Liu Bai, and Mobius didn't want to bother his assistant anymore.

—Anyway, two new twins will be arriving in a few days.

"Doctor... you'd better not bother with the new recruits. What if they run away..." Klein said tremblingly.

As her assistant, she immediately understood her doctor's thoughts.

"...All right."

Mobius could only nod in agreement.

However, this would mean the stomach lavage equipment was bought for nothing.

Ugh... Can I return it?

"Klein, you should take a paid leave for the next few days until the match—if you're around, I'll subconsciously start ordering you around."

"I... I understand..."

After everyone left, the pale-faced Einstein looked at his neighbor Klein.

"Um, Klein, tell me, what exactly is this so-called competition you're talking about?"

"... It's a cooking competition?"

"The kind where the loser dies?"

"... It's not that serious... right?"

"..."

"..."

Even Klein herself didn't believe that!

"The specific situation is..." Klein explained the so-called cooking competition to Einstein.

"That doll?" Einstein's face showed a thoughtful expression. "... That guy Hua owes me a box of high-end chocolates now."

Chapter 131 Where there's fun, of course people have to be dragged into it!

"The number of Godslayer Files has reached sixteen."